11am

In the hours that had passed between leaving the office and the 10.30am bus ride she had been unable to keep control.

Piles of discarded underwear lay on her bedroom floor, different skirts, blouses; she had even tried on her fishnets, blushing at her obviousness and pushing them to the back of the drawer. Settling on a rich, dark purple set that contrasted with her pale skin, she spent a restless night guessing and anticipating.

What was his definition of punishment? The element of fear was certainly thrilling but was she out of her depth? What limits did she have and would he go beyond them if she asked him to stop? After all she did not know this man on a personal level, merely obeyed his instructions as to the work he wanted her to do. However she knew how he ran his hand through the back of his hair while he mulled over a problem, she watched carefully when he would occasionally close his eyes and and lean back in his chair. How she wanted to kiss him, place her lips on his while his eyes were shut.

She opened the office door at exactly 11am. By deliberately not arriving early she had attempted to gain some of the control but as soon as he turned around any confidence slipped away.

'Stand here please', he said, pointing to the space next to his chair and desk.

She stood there, hoping he couldn't hear the way each breath faltered.

'Undress'

He turned back to his computer screen as she carefully took off each item, placing them on the desk. Inside she was screaming, 'Why? Why aren't you watching me strip for you?' But no words would come. Everything gone she stood, just waiting, flushed with anger and arousal.

He turned his chair to face her and removed his glasses. He leaned closer and his eyes travelled up her body, slowly, as if he was trying to memorise every part.

'Make yourself come as you did yesterday'

She suddenly felt strangely disappointed. Was this all he wanted? To watch her masturbate in his chair?

He got up and offered his seat. When she didn't raise her leg as before, he gripped her ankle and placed her foot up on the desk exposing her, pink and glistening. Again she began stroking and as the blissful feelings began to overtake her body she lost her inhibitions and moved her fingers just as she liked. Fast, fast, slow, drawing out and elongating the ecstasy. Bringing herself to the brink, she finally let go, gushing over her fingers and the leather of his chair.

'Mmmmm......good girl'

The large wet patch made her feel ashamed and proud at the same time. Was that it she wondered?

'On your feet please.'

He helped her out of the chair once more. She reached for her pile of clothes.

'Did i say get dressed?'

These words sent sparks through her veins, reaching every nerve, every pore, every hair on her body.

'Bend over.' He pointed to the arm of his chair.

Barely considering the vulnerability of this position, she bent over, her tummy resting on the wide leather arm. She supported her upper body with her elbows and watched his reflection in the monitor as he removed his belt.
Panic. Is this going to really hurt? Somehow the invisible rope of lust and her willingness to submit to him tied her there.

'Tilt your hips'
She obliged.

She gasped. It wasn't the belt.
Hot and hard he skillfully slid his cock inside her. With every stroke she felt the warmth of his body against her bare arse. The intense and rhythmic thrusts causing such heat. Slowly at first, creeping from the tips of her toes, up the inside of her thighs, down her arms, over her breasts, filling her head. She let him take over. Right there in that moment she belonged to him.

Her arms gave way and her face fell onto the seat.

'Smell where you came, taste it.'

He placed his hand on her hair, the other on her hip.
Everything was telling her this was wrong, dirty, obscene even. It was that thought that made her press her face into the pool of her come, smear it all over her cheeks and drink in the smell.
As the power of her orgasm built, her pussy gripped him so tight, almost pushing him out of her. He grabbed both hips to steady himself as her jolting frame surrounded his cock. He thrust again, pushing himself so deep as he came inside her.

She lay panting, shaking, weak. He helped her up onto her trembling legs, and turned her around to face him. She was totally out of her depth. Completely vulnerable. She had unearthed a whole new self that even she had no clue existed.

He cradled her elbows as she stepped back into her skirt and held out her blouse as if aiding her with a coat. Almost within reach of reality she was able to put on her shoes and make towards her desk.

'Wait.'

He leaned forward, held her face in his hands and kissed her lips so tenderly.

'Thank you'.