Chapter 1: Introduction
The city lay sprawled out beneath Catherine Reed's office, a glittering tapestry of steel and glass under the night's dark cloak. The skyscrapers, lit up like matchsticks, were mere specks compared to the expanse of her kingdom—a world she ruled with an iron fist. Her office was a sanctuary, a monument to her success, where she could indulge in her most primal desires without fear of judgment.
The sleek, modern furniture seemed to breathe with her—the scent of leather and polished wood, the cool touch of steel and glass. Everything was designed to elevate her, to make her feel like the goddess she was.
The room was intertwined with her, a reflection of her power and control. Nothing was out of place, nothing was a surprise. Except for him.
Alex stood by the door, his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes downcast. He was handsome, yes, but that wasn't what had drawn her to him. It was the way he carried himself, the subtle curve of his shoulders, the slight tilt of his head. He was submissive, a fact he had made abundantly clear during their interview. And that, more than anything, had sealed the deal.
Catherine looked him over, her eyes lingering on the curve of his ass under the tailored suit.
"You're late," she said, her voice sharp as a whip.
Alex looked up, his eyes meeting hers. "I apologize, Ms. Reed. Traffic was—"
"Don't make excuses," she cut him off, walking towards him. He was taller than she had thought, but she didn't let that intimidate her. She liked a challenge. "You know the rules. Punctuality is key."
She reached out, tracing the lapel of his jacket. He didn't flinch, didn't move away. Good.
Very good.
She stepped closer, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She could smell him now, a mix of his cologne and something primal, something uniquely him. It made her mouth water.
"I'm glad you understand the importance of punctuality," she said, her voice a low purr. She reached up, her fingers curling around his tie, and gave it a sharp tug. He stumbled forward, his eyes widening in surprise. She smirked, loving the flash of fear in his eyes.
"But I think you need a little reminder," she said, her free hand reaching for the hem of her skirt.
She hiked it up, exposing her thighs, encased in sheer black stockings. Alex's eyes flicked down, taking in the sight, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
"On your knees," she commanded, her voice laced with impatience. He complied, sinking to the floor with a soft thud. She stepped closer, the tips of her heels brushing against his thighs. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and apprehension. She loved that look, the one that said he knew he was in for a ride but wasn't quite sure where it would take him.
She reached down, her fingers tangling in his hair, and guided his face towards her pussy. He didn't hesitate, his tongue snaking out to lick her through her lace panties. She hissed, a sharp intake of breath, as the sensation hit her.
"Good boy," she murmured, her grip on his hair tightening. "But I want you to work for it."
She took a step back, her hand releasing his tie. He looked up at her, his face flushed, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. She unzipped her skirt, letting it pool at her feet, leaving her in a lace bra and panties.
Alex's eyes flicked up, taking in every inch of her body, lingering on her curves. She let him look, let him drink her in. She was a masterpiece, after all, and she reveled in the appreciation.
"Take them off," she commanded, her voice harsh. He reached up, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, and slowly pulled them down. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside. She stood before him, naked except for her bra and stockings, her pussy already glistening with desire.
The sight of him, kneeling at her feet, his eyes locked on her most intimate place, sent a shiver down her spine.
"What are you waiting for, Alex?" she asked, her voice laced with impatience. "I didn't hire you for your stellar administrative skills."
He looked up at her, his eyes filled with lust and a hint of defiance. "You hired me to be your fucking personal Assistant?" He emphasized the last two words, his lips curling into a smirk.
Catherine smirked back, her eyes narrowing. "That's right.
And right now, I'm your boss, and you're going to fucking serve me." Her voice was a low growl, primal and demanding. She stepped closer, her pussy just inches from his face. She could feel his breath, hot and ragged, against her skin.
Alex looked up at her, defiance still sparking in his eyes, but there was something else there too—a hunger, a need that matched her own. His hands reached up, gripping her ass, and he pulled her closer, burying his face in her pussy.
Catherine gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair.
"Yeah, you fucking take it," she hissed, her hips instinctively moving forward, pressing her pussy harder against his mouth. She could feel his tongue, hot and slick, lapping at her clit, his lips sucking and nipping at her sensitive flesh.
Alex groaned, the sound vibrating against her, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. He was fucking good, she had to give him that. He knew exactly how to work her body, how to make her squirm and moan and beg for more.
She looked down, her eyes locked on the scene unfolding before her.
Alex's tongue was a fucking masterpiece, fucking her pussy like it was a goddamn delicacy. He licked and sucked and nipped, his fingers digging into her ass, pulling her closer, deeper. She could feel her orgasm building, a slow burn that started in her toes and worked its way up her body, settling heavy and hot in her core.
"Fuck, Alex," she hissed, her head falling back, her eyes closing. "You're gonna make me come."
He responded with a low growl, his tongue fucking her even harder, his fingers digging deeper into her flesh.
Catherine could feel her orgasm closing in, a tidal wave of pleasure ready to crash over her. She gripped his hair tighter, her hips moving in a fierce rhythm, matching the pace of his tongue.
"Fuck, yes, right there," she moaned, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Don't you fucking dare stop."
Alex didn't. If anything, he intensified his efforts, his tongue working her clit like a goddamn pro. Catherine could feel the pressure building, her body tensing, her muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap.
Every flick of his tongue, every nip of his teeth, every groan that vibrated against her clit, brought her closer to the edge.
Suddenly, she felt his fingers slip from her ass and move lower, tracing the seam between her cheeks until they found her tight, puckered hole. She gasped, her eyes flying open, as he pressed a finger against it, applying gentle pressure.
"Fuck, yes," she hissed, her breath hitching in her throat. "Just like that. Press harder."
Alex complied, his finger pushing against her, breaching the tight ring of muscle.
Catherine hissed, her body tensing briefly before relaxing into the intrusion. He moved slowly, giving her time to adjust, his other hand still working her pussy, his tongue still lapping at her clit.
The sensation was intense, a dual assault on her senses. She could feel her body stretching to accommodate his finger, the burn of it sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. His tongue was relentless, a fucking machine that showed no signs of tiring.
"Fuck, Alex," she moaned, her voice hoarse with desire.
"You're fucking amazing. My pussy is on fire, and your fucking finger in my ass is driving me crazy." She pushed back against his finger, wanting more, needing more.
Alex obliged, his finger sliding deeper, filling her, stretching her. Catherine could feel her orgasm building, the pressure almost unbearable. She was on the edge, teetering, ready to fall. She was about to cum.
Catherine could feel it, a wild, untamed beast ready to break free from its cage. Her body was taut, her muscles coiled, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Alex's tongue was relentless, fucking her clit with a ferocity that matched her own desperation. His finger in her ass was a constant, burning pressure, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Alex," she hissed, her voice a low growl. "I'm gonna—I'm gonna—"
Before she could finish her sentence, her orgasm hit her like a freight train.
She threw her head back, a wild cry escaping her lips as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking against Alex's face, her pussy clamping down on his tongue as her ass tightened around his finger.
Alex didn't let up. He rode out her orgasm, his tongue and finger working in tandem, drawing out her pleasure until she was a writhing, moaning mess. Catherine could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was drenched in sweat, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Alex pulled back, his face glistening with her juices, a smirk of satisfaction on his lips.
"Fuck, that was— shit, that was good." She panted, her breath still ragged. She reached down, gripping his hair and pulling him up to stand. He rose, his body pressing against hers, his hard cock straining against his pants. She could feel it, hot and hard, against her stomach.
She pushes him away. „Go home. I‘ll see you tomorrow morning at 7 am sharp.“ She commanded, her voice stern, her eyes already looking past him, dismissing him. She was the queen and he was the courtier, dismissed from the royal presence. She knew he was disappointed, she could see it in the way his body tensed, in the way his shoulders slumped slightly. But she also knew he’d be back, eagerly awaiting her next command. She liked that.
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The next morning, Catherine was already at her desk when Alex walked in, right on time. He was dressed in a crisp suit, his hair neatly combed, his eyes bright and eager.
But Catherine saw the way his hands twitched, the way his gaze darted to her, lingering on her legs, her breasts, her lips. She could see the desire simmering beneath his polite exterior, like a pot of water about to boil over. She liked her assistants eager.
"Coffee," she said, not looking up from her laptop. She was already buried in work, her mind razor-sharp and focused. But her body hummed with anticipation, a constant undercurrent of desire that never truly went away.
Alex nodded, moving to the small kitchenette in the corner of her office.
He knew her coffee preferences by heart—black, strong, and sweet. As he worked, Catherine couldn't help but admire his efficiency. He moved with a certain grace, a certain economy of motion that was both pleasing to the eye and indicative of his keen attention to detail.
When he placed the coffee on her desk, she finally looked up, her eyes meeting his. The air between them charged, thick with unspoken words and promises. She took a sip, her eyes never leaving his.
"You look tense, Alex," she remarked, her voice a low purr. „Get under the table.“ Catherine’s voice was low and commanding, the words dripping with desire. Alex hesitated for a moment, surprise flickering across his face, but then he quickly complied, getting down on his hands and knees and crawling under the massive desk.
The table was a solid block of polished black marble, heavy and imposing, like a dark beast crouching in the center of the room. It dominated the space, bringing an element of starkness to the otherwise sleek, modern office. Catherine had chosen it precisely for that reason—it was a statement of power, of control, and it suited her perfectly.
From under the desk, she could hear Alex's breath hitch as he adjusted to the dark, enclosed space. She smirked, her fingers playing with the rim of her coffee cup.
"Pull my chair closer," she ordered, her voice sharp and commanding. Alex complied, his hands gripping the wheels of her chair and pulling it back until the front legs were nestled snugly against the edge of the desk. He let go, his hands falling to his sides, his breath coming in soft, steady pants.
Catherine set her coffee aside, her eyes locked on the man hidden beneath her desk.
She could see his silhouette, could make out the shape of his shoulders, the curve of his back. She felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine, her body already responding to the darkness, to the taboo nature of the act.
She reached down, her fingers tracing the seam of her skirt, her touch light and teasing. She could feel the heat radiating off her, could feel the dampness between her thighs, a testament to her arousal.
She stood up, her chair rolling back slightly with the movement. She heard Alex's intake of breath, could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move.
„I have a call in 5 minutes. I want you to suck my pussy while im on the call. You are not to make me cum but you cannot stop. Do you understand? If you fail, i will lock up that big massive bulge you are hiding in your pants. I might also use the big vibrating plug i have in my drawer. Got it?“ Alex’s voice was barely a whisper, but Catherine could hear the hint of excitement, of challenge in it. She smirked as she shimmied up her skirt . She sat back down, her pussy already glistening with desire. She spread her legs wider, giving him a clear view of her most intimate place.
„Begin.“ She commanded, her voice sharp as a whip.
Alex moved forward, his head disappearing beneath her skirt, his fingers gripping her thighs. „No touching.“ She commands. He instantly pulled back his hands.
She watched, her breath hitching as he repositioned himself, his face disappearing under her skirt. She heard him take a deep breath before his tongue darted out, licking her slowly from bottom to top. A shiver ran through her, her hips jerking involuntarily.
"Steady," she whispered, her voice sharp. "I need you to be still while I'm on this call."
She picked up her phone, putting it on speaker, and dialed the number. Within seconds, she was engrossed in the conversation, her voice clipped and professional.
Alex, meanwhile, was a study of dedication as he began his task, his tongue tracing slow, teasing patterns on her labia. She could feel the warmth of his breath, the gentle flick of his tongue, and it took every ounce of her self-control not to moan into the phone.
“Yes, I understand the timeline,” she said, her voice slightly breathier than normal. She shifted slightly in her seat, granting Alex better access, and he took advantage, his tongue delving deeper, tracing the sensitive flesh of her inner lips.
She let out a soft moan, quickly turning it into a cough, hoping the person on the other end of the phone hadn't noticed.
Alex took it as a cue to intensify his efforts, his tongue circling her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. Catherine bit her lip, her body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over her.
"Yes, that's a good summary," she managed to say, her voice strained.
She could feel her pussy throbbing, her clit swelling under Alex's expert ministrations. Sweat began to bead on her forehead, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
"But we need to discuss the budget," the voice on the phone continued, oblivious to the battle Catherine was waging beneath her desk. She could feel her control slipping, her body begging for release.
"Fuck," she hissed under her breath, her fingers gripping the seat of her chair. "Easy, Alex. Not yet."
Alex complied, his tongue slowing, but the pressure on her clit remained constant.
Catherine could feel her orgasm building, a slow burn that started deep in her belly and radiated outwards. She was on the edge, teetering, her body tense and her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"I see," Catherine managed to respond, her voice strained. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body aching with need. She was drenched in sweat, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her orgasm.
The call finally ended, and Catherine let out a sigh of relief. She hung up the phone, her body already moving, her hips instinctively seeking out the pleasure that Alex was denying her.
She could feel her pussy throbbing, her clit aching for release. She looked down, her eyes locking onto Alex's head, still hidden beneath her skirt.
"You're a fucking tease, Alex," she hissed, her voice a low growl. "You know what I want. So give it to me."
Alex looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of defiance and desire. "What do you want, Ms. Reed?" His voice was low, his tone challenging. He knew what she wanted, but he was making her say it.
Catherine smirked, her fingers tangling in his hair.
"I want you to make me fucking come, Alex. I want you to bury your tongue so deep in my pussy that I can't even think straight. I want you to lick me, suck me, fuck me with your tongue until I scream your name."
Alex's eyes darkened, a wicked glint appearing in them. He moved forward, his tongue darting out to lick her clit, a slow, firm stroke that had her gasping.
"Like this?" he asked, his voice a low growl. He flicked his tongue against her clit, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.
She could feel her heels digging into the carpet, her toes curling as pleasure coursed through her body. The combination of his teasing and her denied orgasm was driving her insane.
"Yes, like that," she hissed, her hips bucking against his face. "Don't stop. Fuck, don't you dare stop."
Alex did as commanded, his tongue working her clit in slow, firm strokes that had her body squirming. He knew just how to touch her, just how to make her feel like she was on the brink of explosion.
His tongue flicked against her clit, fast and hard, before slowing down to a lazy, teasing swirl. Catherine could feel the tension coiling in her belly, her muscles tensing, her breath hitching. "Don't fucking stop. I'm so close."
Alex ignored her plea, slowing down even more, his tongue tracing lazy patterns on her sensitive flesh. Catherine growled in frustration, her fingers tightening in his hair.
"Don't you fucking dare tease me, Alex," she hissed. "I want to come.
Now. Do it now, Alex," Catherine demanded, her voice a harsh whisper, her body trembling with need.
Alex looked up at her, his eyes dark and hooded, a wicked smile curling his lips. "Yes, Ms. Reed," he said, his voice low and sultry. He dove back in, his tongue lashing against her clit with a ferocity that had her gasping and arching her back.
Catherine's head fell back, her eyes closed, as she let sensation take over. Alex was a fucking machine, his tongue a whirlwind of pleasure, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
She could feel the pressure building, her body taut, her muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. Every flick of his tongue, every suck of his lips sent electric shocks of pleasure up her spine.
She opened her legs wider, granting him better access, and he took advantage, his tongue fucking her pussy like it was the last thing he'd ever do. She could feel the wetness dripping down her thighs, the heat of his tongue on her most sensitive flesh.
"Harder," she hissed, her voice barely a whisper. "Fuck my pussy harder, Alex.
Don't hold back," she growled, her hips moving in sync with his tongue. She could feel her orgasm building, a wild, untamed beast ready to break free. Every flick of his tongue, every suck of his lips pushed her closer to the edge.
Alex complied, his tongue fucking her pussy like it was a goddamn delicacy. He licked and sucked and fucked her with his tongue, his mouth a ravenous beast devouring her most intimate flesh.
Catherine grabbed fistfuls of her blonde hair, pulling it tightly as she watched Alex's head move between her thighs.
His tongue was relentless, fucking her pussy with a vigor that sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She could feel her orgasm building, a wild storm ready to break free.
"That's it, Alex," she panted, her voice hoarse with desire. "Eat that fucking pussy like it's your last meal. Suck it, lick it, make me fucking squirt."
Alex groaned, the sound vibrating against her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine. He obeyed her command, his tongue working her pussy with a ferocity that left her breathless.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, and Catherine let out a scream of pleasure. She could feel her pussy pulsing, her body trembling as she edged closer to the brink.
"Fuck, Alex," she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. "Your fucking tongue is magic. Make me squirt, you fucker. Make me come all over your face."
Alex responded with a low growl, his tongue fucking her pussy even harder, his fingers digging into her thighs. Catherine could feel the pleasure building, a wild, untamed beast ready to break free.
She could feel the pressure in her belly, her muscles tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Fuck, Alex," she panted, her voice hoarse with desire. "I'm gonna come. Don't you dare stop." If anything, he intensified his efforts, his tongue fucking her pussy like it was a goddamn delicacy. He sucked her clit into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, and Catherine let out a scream of pleasure.
The sound was raw, primal, a testament to the pleasure that was coursing through her veins.
Alex's tongue was a fucking machine, a relentless force that was driving her wild. Catherine could feel the heat radiating off him, could feel the pressure of his mouth on her clit, could feel the wetness of his tongue as it fucked her pussy. She snapped and came so hard she saw stars. Her body convulsed, her back arching off the chair, her hands fisting in his hair as she ground her pussy into his face. She screamed his name, the sound primal and raw, echoing off the walls of her office. She came so hard she squirted all over his face, hair and dress shirt
“Fuck!” she cried out, her body shaking with the force of her release. She could feel the waves of pleasure crashing over her, could feel her pussy pulsing around his tongue as he lapped up every last drop of her.
She collapsed back into her chair, her body limp and boneless, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Alex pulled back, his face glistening with her juices, a satisfied smirk on his lips. He licked his lips, his eyes locked onto hers, and Catherine felt a fresh wave of desire wash over her.
"Fuck, that was intense," she said, her voice hoarse with exertion. "But you made me moan during my call. I think that warrants a punishment.“ Catherine said as she stood up from her chair. She bent down, pulling Alex up by his hair. He winced as she dragged him out from under her desk, his body colliding with hers.
„Get on the desk.“ She commanded. Alex climbed onto the cool, black marble of her desk, his body glistening with sweat. Catherine looked him up and down, her eyes lingering on the bulge in his pants.
„I‘m gonna put my vibrating plug in your assistant ass. I have the remote for it right here. You‘ll wear it for the rest of the day. You better not cum. I‘ll be checking your pants tonight. Now take them off.“ she ordered , her voice cold and demanding. Alex quickly obliged, his fingers moving to the waistband of his pants. He pushed them down, along with his boxers, revealing his rock-hard cock, standing proud and eager. Catherine's breath hitched as she took him in, her eyes lingering on the thick, veiny shaft and the large, purplish head.
„You’re a fucking gorgeous specimen, Alex,“ she purred, her eyes meeting his. „But I’m not here to admire your cock. I’m here to use you.“ She turned away from him, opening a drawer on her desk.
She rummaged through it, pulling out a small, black box. She opened it, revealing a large, thick plug with a remote control. The plug was sleek and intimidating, with a slight curve at the base. Catherine picked it up, her fingers tracing over the smooth silicone.
“Turn around and bend over the desk,” she ordered, her voice cold and commanding. Alex complied without hesitation, turning and bending over the desk, his ass sticking out, inviting. Catherine smirked, admiring the sight. She walked towards him, the plug in one hand, a bottle of lube in the other.
She popped the top on the lube, pouring a generous amount onto her fingers. She looked at him, his ass cheeks clenched in anticipation, and smirked.
"You're going to feel this, Alex," she said, her voice low and threatening. "You're going to feel this plug deep inside you, vibrating and pulsing, driving you insane with need. And you're not going to cum until I say so. Understood?"
Alex nodded, his forehead pressed against the desk, his knuckles white from gripping the edge.
Catherine moved closer, her fingers coated in lube, and reached out to touch him.
Alex tensed as he felt her cold, lubed-up fingers trace the seam of his ass, briefly circling the puckered entrance before moving away. He let out a shaky breath, trying to relax as she continued to tease him, her touch driving him to the brink of insanity.
"Fuck, you're tight," she murmured, her voice low and approving. She pressed a finger against his hole, and Alex let out a hiss, his body resisting the intrusion. "Relax, Alex. You know the rules.
Breathe out as I push in. You're doing great," Catherine cooed, her voice a mix of encouragement and dominance. She slowly pushed her finger into his ass, feeling the tight muscles resistance give way to her persistent pressure. Alex sucked in a sharp breath, his body tense, but he didn't resist. He was doing as he was told, taking what she gave him.
Catherine felt a rush of power, a thrill that coursed through her veins. She loved this part, the initial penetration, the feeling of control and dominance it gave her.
She twisted her finger, scissoring it slightly to stretch him, opening him up for the plug. Alex hissed, his body tensing as she began to stretch him, but he didn't make a sound, didn't protest. He was taking what she was giving him, just as he was supposed to.
Catherine smirked, her other hand reaching for the plug. She held it up, her eyes meeting Alex's in the reflection of the desk. "This is what you're going to feel all day," she said, her voice low and threatening.
She lined up the tip of the plug with his hole and pressed, her other hand still working inside him, scissoring her fingers to open him up further.
Alex hissed, his body tensing as the cold silicone breached his tight entrance. "Fuck, that's big," he groaned, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the desk.
"That's the point, Alex," she said, her voice cold. "It's going to fill you up, stretch you out, and drive you crazy all fucking day." She pushed the plug in further, feeling the resistance of his muscles, the tight squeeze of his body.
She could feel his breath hitching, his body tensing, but he didn't protest. He was taking it, just as she had commanded.
Catherine pushed the plug in deeper, her hand gripping the base, her knuckles white with the effort. She could feel his body stretching, his muscles clenching around the thick intrusion. She pushed it in further, until the base was flush against his ass. She let out a low growl of satisfaction. "There you go, Alex. You're plugged up like a good little assistant."
She left the plug in place, but her hand still gripping the base.
She picked up the remote control, her eyes flicking over the buttons, a wicked smile curling her lips. She pressed a button, and the plug began to vibrate, the low hum filling the room. Alex's body jerked, his hips bucking against the desk.
"Fuck!" he groaned, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the desk tighter. "Fuck, that's intense."
Catherine chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent shivers down Alex's spine. "That's just the beginning, Alex.
I want you to feel this all day. Every time you move, every time you sit down, you'll feel it. It'll be a constant reminder of who owns you." Catherine, with the remote still in hand, increased the intensity of the vibrations. Alex's hips bucked again, his body tensing as he tried to adjust to the increased stimulation.
"Fuck, Ms. Reed," he groaned, his voice thick with desire and discomfort. "It's... it's too much."
Catherine chuckled, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and cruelty. "Too much? You're my fuck toy, Alex.
You'll take whatever I give you, whenever I give it to you. And you'll enjoy it. Do you understand?" Catherine grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head back so she could look into his eyes. Alex's breath was coming in short gasps, his pupils dilated with desire and pain. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, evidence of his discomfort. But Catherine saw the way his cock twitched, the way his hips bucked against the desk, and she knew he was enjoying himself.
"Yes, Ms. Reed," he panted, his voice hoarse with need.
"Yes, I understand."
Catherine smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye as she watched him squirm. She released his hair, letting him drop his head back down onto the desk. She leaned in closer, her voice a low purr against his ear.
"Good boy. Now, let's see if you can still focus on work with this thing buzzing inside you."
She turned up the vibrations, her hand still gripping the remote. Alex let out a low moan, his body tensing as the increased stimulation sent waves of pleasure-pain coursing through him.
He could feel the vibrations deep inside him, the hum filling his ass, making his cock ache with need.
Catherine watched him, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She loved seeing him squirm, loved knowing that he was in constant discomfort and arousal. It was a heady mix, one that she found incredibly arousing.
She moved around him, her fingers tracing the curve of his back, the indent of his spine. She could feel the heat radiating off him, could see the sweat gathering at his temple, could hear his shallow breaths.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.
"Now, get dressed. You've got work to do." She turned off the vibrations, leaving the plug inside him, and stepped back. Alex stayed bent over the desk, his body trembling with the effort of not cumming as he fumbled with his clothes.
Catherine watched him, a satisfied smile on her lips. She loved knowing that he was in a constant state of arousal, that every movement, every shift of his body would make him aware of the plug deep inside him.
Once Alex was dressed, he stood up straight, his face a mask of concentration as he tried to ignore the vibrating presence in his ass.
„Now get back to work.“ Catherine commanded, her voice sharp and cold. As Alex began to walk away, Catherine lifted the remote control, giving it a flick. The plug jumped to life, vibrating with increased intensity. Alex staggered, his legs buckling slightly before he regained his composure. Catherine watched him with amusement, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
She spent the rest of the day issuing commands, her voice as cold and sharp as a knife. Alex jumped to obey, his body taut with the effort of not losing control. Every so often, Catherine would flick the remote, sending the plug into a frenzied dance of vibrations, making Alex stumble and gasp.
She found it delightfully amusing to watch him squirm, his body betraying his discomfort and arousal with every movement.
By 7pm, Alex was a mess of sweat and need. He had been trying to focus on work, but the relentless vibrations had left him on edge and irritable. Every time the phone rang or someone knocked on the door, he jumped, his body bracing for the next wave of pleasure-pain.
Catherine, on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying herself. She had been watching him all day, her eyes never leaving his body as he shifted and squirmed in his chair.
She loved the way his face contorted with each flick of the remote, the way his hips would subtly buck and his back would arch. She could see the tension in his muscles, the way they bunched and released with every vibration of the plug. It was a beautiful sight, a symphony of pain and pleasure that only she could conduct.
She had given him simple tasks, menial jobs that required no brainpower, no concentration. She knew he couldn't focus with the plug buzzing away inside him, driving him mad with desire. She wanted him on edge, desperate, and so fucking ready for her touch.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.
She rose from her chair, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she circled him like a predator. Alex watched her, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. He could see the hunger in her gaze, the raw need that matched his own.
"On your knees," she commanded, her voice low and dangerous. Alex quickly complied, dropping to his knees in front of her. Catherine standing before him, her tall, athletic body a silhouette of power and control. She was a vision of dominance, her blonde hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of gold, her eyes burning with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. „Now you‘ll be a good little assistant and show me your pants. Did you cum?“ Catherine demanded, her voice sharp and cold. Alex shook his head, his eyes downcast, avoiding her gaze.
Catherine smirked, her fingers tracing the seam of his pants. „Liar. I can see the stain on your pants.“ She reached down, her fingers tangling in his belt, and pulled him closer. „Let’s see what a good boy you’ve been.“
Alex fumbled with his belt, his fingers shaking with anticipation as he undid the buckle. He quickly unbuttoned his pants, shoving them down along with his boxers, revealing his hard, leaking cock.
Catherine’s eyes flicked down, taking in the sight.
Alex’s cock was a fucking masterpiece—long, thick, and leaking pre-cum. It was obvious he’d been on the edge of orgasm all day, his body desperate for release.
She smirked, her fingers wrapping around his cock, her grip tight and unforgiving. Alex let out a hiss, his hips jerking forward, seeking her touch.
“You fucking liar,” Catherine growled, her voice low and dangerous. “You fucking came, didn’t you?” She tightened her grip, her thumb tracing the sensitive head of his cock, spreading the droplets of pre-cum around.
Alex groaned, his hips moving in time with her touch, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Reed,” he panted, his body tense with need. “I couldn’t help it. The plug… it was too much.”
Catherine smirked, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Good. Because now I get to punish you.” She released his cock, her hands moving to her own blouse, unbuttoning it slowly. She watched Alex’s eyes flick down, his gaze locked onto her tits as they spilled out of her bra.
“Suck them,” she commanded, her voice a low purr.
She reached behind her, unhooking her bra with one hand while the other guided Alex’s head towards her breasts. He eagerly complied, his mouth wrapping around one hardened nipple, his tongue lashing against the sensitive flesh. Catherine let out a soft moan, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
“That’s it, Alex,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. “Suck them hard. Make them ache.”
Alex obeyed, his mouth working on her breast like a man starved, his tongue and teeth driving her crazy with need. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her body on fire with desire.
„You didn‘t follow my orders. You‘ll go home now. Think of what you did and tomorrow morning i expect a suitable proposal for an apology . Now get out of here and don’t you dare cum."
Alex looked up at her, his cheeks flushed, his pupils dilated with desire. He knew better than to question her, so he quickly kissed her other nipple before backing away. He stood, fumbling with his clothes as he pulled them back on. He still had the plug in his ass, but he knew better than to question her. He’d do anything she asked to make this right. He knew that she liked to watch him squirm, to see him desperate and needy.
As he left her office, he couldn’t help but think about the night ahead.