J. Bailey: Bound by the Boss

Covering her cry with his mouth, he tasted greedily at her and the pain faded as the heat of his tongue invaded her mouth. She clung to his shoulders, savouring his kiss even as his fingers remained firmly on her clit. He kissed her like a man possessed, murmuring her name. Did he need her as much as she needed him?

And then he pushed back into her slick heat and she exploded against the heel of his hand as he pressed forcefully against her abused sex. Shuddering and bucking, her climax continued as Mr Evans toyed with her nub.

Before she was aware what was happening, Mr Evans had drawn her up against him and hefted her legs around his hips. He must have unzipped himself as his hot cock pressed against her. Without ceremony, he carried her to the window and pressed her bare back against the cold glass, drawing a gasp from her. Just as swiftly, he impaled her onto his rock hard erection, easily invading her soaking sheath.

A feral rumble emanated from Mr Evans as he ploughed into her, hardly giving her a moment to adjust to the size of him in her. She cried out as he pounded her against the window, giving her little choice but to hold on and take it.

“That’s it, little slut, take it deep.”

Barely recovered from her last orgasm, Violet was astonished to feel another one building already. Fuck, who was this man? And why was his brutal treatment of her such a turn on?

The glass shuddered behind her as he thrust again and again, his fat dick gliding into her heat with ease.

“Oh God, Master,” she breathed as her cunt convulsed around him. She clenched her eyes shut as the pleasure rolled through her, more powerful than anything she’d ever experienced before.

With a grunt, Mr Evans pulled himself from her and dropped her to the ground. “On your knees,” he snapped.

Still dazed, Violet obeyed unthinkingly.

“Open your mouth.” Mr Evans fisted his cock over her, closing his eyes and releasing a low moan as his jizz spurted out, splattering into her open mouth and dripping onto her chest.

Mr Evans smirked at her shocked expression as she gulped down what cum had landed in her mouth. She resisted the temptation to wrinkle her nose. She’d never liked the taste of cum but she doubted very much he would care.

“Stand up.”

Violet came to her feet, her weak legs juddering beneath her. She clasped her hands behind her and held her breath as she waited for her next order. Bloody hell, he’d turned her into a sub already. She just hoped he had more use for her. After that mind-blowing climax, all she wanted was more. Apparently it was Mr Evans that was missing from her sex life.

His hard gaze trailed over her, eyeing the white cream on her chest with a look of satisfaction. “Sit on the desk.”

Eager to obey, Violet scurried over and perched herself on the desk facing the window. As she stared out at the dark evening, she wondered vaguely if anyone had seen them, if anyone could see her now. A glance at Mr Evans’ slightly swollen cock assured her that she didn’t care.

“Spread your legs.”

Violet parted her thighs and fixed a carefully seductive expression onto her face. His cock twitched but he didn’t look amused and he tucked it back into his suit trousers and zipped them up. Sitting down in his leather office chair, he slid towards her and yanked open a draw. Pulling out an odd shaped plastic object with straps attached to it, he smirked as her forehead furrowed in confusion. What was he doing?

“This is a vibrator, Violet. I’m sure you’re familiar with them. I bet you’ve rammed a vibrator up that tight cunt more than once.”

“Yes, but not like that. That’s not meant to go…up me, is it?”

He laughed. “No, you’re right, this is just for your clit.”

Slipping one strap over her high heel, he then did the same with the other and drew it all the way to her juncture. The rubber of the vibrator was shaped perfectly to settle against her clit.

Pulling out a black box with a flourish, Mr Evans grinned as he pressed his thumb against it.

Violet let out a startled cry as the vibrator sprang to life, instantly stimulating her pussy. As quickly as it had started, with a flick of his thumb, it stopped and she sagged.

He stood, loosening his tie and drawing it from his collar. “Put your hands behind your back.”

Violet stiffened, He wanted to tie her up. She’d be entirely at his mercy.

A sharp slap to her thigh had her obeying immediately and he promptly bound her hands behind her back with his tie, yanking tightly on it so that the silk held her wrists firm. She gave an experimental tug and realised there would be no escape. Violet snorted to herself. Twisted man that he was, he was probably an expert in knots.

Settling back into his chair, Mr Evans pushed her to one side, her bottom squeaking across the glass, and reached across for some papers that sat on his desk. Clicking the end of a pen, he bent his head and scribbled away at something, his brow creased in thought.

Darting her gaze from him to the vibrator, Violet fidgeted. “M-Mr Evans?”

Slap. She cried out as his hand swatted at the inside of her thigh. A bright red handprint immediately bloomed on her pale skin and she bit her lip to control her whimper.

Recognising he wanted her silent, Violet sat and waited, the only sounds the scratching of his pen and their breaths. He glanced up at her once before turning his attention back to his papers. She may have sat there for a mere ten minutes but it felt longer and she shivered as her body cooled under the air conditioning.

Abruptly the vibrator came to life, buzzing incessantly against her cunt. She released a groan and bucked as it tickled against her sensitive bud, the vibrations so powerful that it immediately made her sex twitch and quiver. With no escape from the pulsations, she writhed on top of his desk.

Mr Evans paid her no attention and continued with his work even as she flopped back, her hips rolling with each vibration. Her hands were trapped uncomfortably beneath her but she was past caring as an orgasm thundered through her.

The noise of the vibrator changed to a high-pitched whirr.

“Fuck!” she cried. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

The sensation of the wildly vibrating rubber was now becoming painful but still her pussy pulsed and twitched. She rolled across his desk in an attempt to wriggle away from it but there was no release and tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

“Please,” she implored Mr Evans. “Please, Master, please,” she sobbed.

Her cleft was a fiery ball of agony as the vibrator continued its unrelenting torture. Mr Evans flicked a cold look towards her as he tapped the end of his pen against his chin and then turned his attention back to his work. The awful scalding pleasure built and built and she curled up, weeping as it reached its peak.

And stopped.

A sob bubbled out of her throat and she flopped, her breaths coming hard and fast. Mr Evans’ hands came upon her thighs and she flinched.

“Hush. Be still.”

Violet whimpered as he peeled the straps down her thighs and air swept over her swollen cunt. Shushing and whispering soothing words to her, Mr Evans coaxed her to sitting.

“Stop snivelling,” he ordered gruffly as he brushed a rough hand over her cheek. “Pleasure and pain,” he reminded her.

Sliding her towards the edge of the desk, he drew his chair forwards and settled between her legs.

“Oh, please don’t.” Violet didn’t think she could possibly take anything more.

He gave her a stern look. “I want to taste you.”

Mr Evans dipped his tongue against her raw pussy with surprising tenderness, sweeping over it as if trying to soothe the pain. His licked and suckled gently at her, tasting her with appreciation. The heat of his mouth soon overcame the tenderness of her pussy and she felt the faint throb of a gentle pleasure building, entirely unlike the sharp orgasms the vibrator had given her. It built slowly as his tongue probed and stroked at her, hitting her unexpectedly, a long and slow and deliciously satisfying climax.