Mr. Banks Pt.2 [Male/female][boss][toy][bdsm][public][Older/younger]

Usual statement applies : I am well aware that there are tons of grammatical errors. I wrote this solely to get the story out of my mind and onto paper to share, plus I suck at editing.

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[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bt4c3w/mr_banks_pt_1_mf_boss_toy_bdsm_public_olderyounger/)_______

(When an employee is caught stealing money her boss comes up with a punishment fit for the crime.)

Mr. Banks Pt. 2

When Mr. Banks finally returned Myra’s moans filled the back room. She was so lost in the pleasure that she didn’t hear him enter and walk towards her. When he reached out and turned off the vibrator she jumped in surprise and let out a yelp. Mr. Banks reached out to knead her breasts, experimentally pulling on the clamps attached to her nipples. Myra leaned her head back in delight. She wanted to reach her hands up and run them through Mr. Banks hair. She wanted to scrape her fingernails over his back and down to his ass. She wanted to get his cock inside of her mouth as soon as possible and tease him like he’d teased her all day.

Myra had cum four times in the thirty minutes he had been gone. Her thighs were slick and rivulets of her juices were running down her legs onto the concrete floor below. She looked at the wet spot on the floor slightly shocked. Her brain was clouded, she felt drunk and disoriented. Sweat covered her hot sticky body, rolling down her back and collecting on her brow. Even though she was hot to the touch she was still very aware of her boss’s hot breath against her skin.

Mr. Banks looked Myra in the eyes smiling at her. He placed his hand on her cheek letting her nuzzle into it, making soothing noises as he ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “You did very well Myra.” He praised her. Myra moaned, still wanting more of him. He laughed quietly at her, distracting her. He then placed his fingers on the clamp attached to her right nipple and released it, letting it fall.

The clamp on her left breast pulled painfully as the chain swung around her navel. The sound that came from Myra’s lips was somewhere between a moan and growl. The pain of the blood rushing back into her nipple was excruciating yet so gratifying. Mr. Banks let her enjoy the sting before bending his head down, running his tongue over the sensitive tip of her nipple. Myra watched as he sucked the nipple into his mouth. He began biting it gently, capturing it and running his tongue over it. He let her nipple fall from his mouth and began kissing over and around her breasts, licking the salty sweat off of her. Myra moaned in pleasure, her head completely lost to anything other than physical gratification.

Mr. Banks placed his left hand on her stomach and slid it up to cup her right breast, he hungrily sucked on the nipple then let it go all together. He picked up the chain still hanging from her left nipple and pulled. Myra let out a whimper which quickly turned into a loud cry. The pleasure was short this time, the pain more focused. Mr. Banks continued to pull on the chain; watching Myra’s face and body while he did. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back against the pallet. She was pulling hard on the ropes and he wondered if she would have marks tomorrow and made a mental note to check on that. Her back was pressed hard against the pallet when normally her back would be arched in an attempt to lesson the pull on her nipples. She was on her tiptoes and he could see the muscles in her legs and arms as the strained. But her face. Mr Banks thought that if she could see her face right now she wouldn’t recognize herself.

She looked as if she was in complete bliss. The pain was clear, her jaw was clenched and her skin was red but she held no other visible tension. Her eyes, when she finally opened them were filled with joy and pleasure beyond anything she had experienced before.

Mr Banks swallowed hard and had to shake his head back to reality. He was the one in charge here. She was going to take her punishment and keep taking it until her was satisfied. He had to remind himself that she stole from him. As much as he wanted to pull her off of that pallet right now and into his bed he couldn’t. He cleared his throat and looked at her sternly.

“A little bit of politeness and I might take this off,” He said giving the chain a rather hard pull with the flick of his wrist. Myra cried out again and her head slumped to the side, defeated. “And pay this breast the much needed attention the other just received.”

Myra rolled her head back up to look at Mr. Banks. She tried to speak but her mouth was too dry. She swallowed and tried again, managing a cracking voice. “Please Sir?” She didn’t really know what to say beyond that. What did she want; did she want him to stop? Did she want him to fuck her? She wanted all those things and more. Finally she came up with the only thing she could say to make Mr. Banks continue and give her what she needed, whatever that turned out to be. “Please, Sir,” She started again. “Do whatever you want with me.”

Mr. Banks didn’t realize he had been holding his breath. His cock pulsed with her words and he let the breath out slowly thru his nose. He nodded his head and stepped back from her, Myra’s mouth opened in disbelief, her brows furrowed in confusion.

Cute, Mr. Banks thought. He unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off then he pulled his undershirt over his head, laying it neatly over an unused display table. Mr Banks looked at Myra as he unbuttoned his pants. She licked her lips and watched him with rapt attention. Finally he kicked off his shoes, he was completely naked, standing in front of Myra.

His cock was erect and he stroked it idly. He contemplating whether Myra had been polite enough. He drug out the moment, heightening her desire with anticipation.

Mr. Banks stepped closer to Myra again and reached out his hand. He stroked the soft skin of her right breast then moved his hand to her left. He looked her in the eyes and unclamped her nipple. Myra took in a sharp breath but that was all she allowed herself. Her nipple began to immediately throb with pain. Mr. Banks leaned into her, pressing his body against hers. She felt his cock against her thigh. His hand roamed over her stomach and began to massage her throbbing nipple. His mouth brushed against Myra’s lips, then traveled across her chin to her ear.

Mr. banks kissed her earlobe and bit it gently. “If you’re going to do this you had better do it right.” He told her. He didn’t bother whispering but spoke in a quieter sensual and demanding tone. “You will do what I say, when I say it. You may moan, you may scream, you may call out whatever you want, but don’t dare be disrespectful. You will regret it.” He grabbed onto both her ass cheeks and lifted her so that her pussy was rubbing against his cock. He used her pussy without entering her. “After tonight you can decide if you want to do this again. I will not force you but I will make it worth your while in more ways than you can imagine.” Mr. Banks let the head of his cock brush against her sensitive clit. “If you want to stop, all you have to do is say so.” Myra nodded her head that she understood but didn’t say a word.

Mr. Banks continued kissing and biting his way down her neck, making his way slowly down to her left breast. He licked around her still tender nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking it gently. He began once again to bite and tweak both her nipples, pulling them hard then gently kissing them again.

“I need to hear you say it Myra.”His voice was calm but he was nothing but calm. He wanted her so badly.

“Yes.” she mumbled.

“Yes what.” Mr. Banks asked, his mouth still around her left nipple.

“Yes I want to keep going.” Her voice was soft and breathy.

“Louder Myra.” He stared sucking on her neck pushing into her, still rubbing his cock over her slit.

“I want you to fuck me and use me and make me feel this way all the time.” Myra yelled out the words loudly. She needed him now so bad and didn’t want to turn back.

Mr. Banks pushed himself away from Myra reluctantly. He was panting heavily and had a smirk on his face. He knelt down in front of her and unbuckled the straps holding the dildo in her pussy.

Myra could feel her boss exhale against her slick sensitive clit. Her thighs where wet with her juices and she was surprised when the dildo didn’t slide right out with the straps undone. Mr. Banks pulled the dildo out slightly and Myra sucked in a breath as he slid it back in.

“Spread your legs.” Mr. Banks told her, gently touching the inside of her thigh.

“More.” He told her firmer.

With her legs spread to his liking Mr. Banks began to fuck her slowly with the dildo. The sensation of the fake cock sliding in and out of her was much needed and Myra let herself moan.

Mr. Banks chuckled and reached up to play with her nipples again. Myra’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of Mr. Banks chuckle and she realized how much he could turn her on. It made her happy to make him laugh like that and she wanted to do it again. She wanted him to be pleased with her and she wanted to please him. Myra gulped, she instantly knew she was in way over her head.

Mr. Banks had been slowly speeding up his pumping but abruptly stopped. He laid the dildo on the concrete floor and stood up. He put his hands on Myra’s hips. His body warmed Myra’s already hot body everywhere they were touching. His hands moved down to her ass and in a swift move Mr. Banks pulled her up and wrapped her legs around his back positioning her pussy over his cock.

“Now Myra, I think it’s time you tell me *exactly* what you want.” Mr. Banks was gazing directly into Myra’s eyes and even if she wanted to she couldn’t have looked away.

“Please Mr. Banks, Sir, please just… just fuck me.” She was getting desperate and frustrated with need. “I want you to fuck my pussy with your cock, not some toy. I want to cum around your cock and I want,” She paused for a moment. “I just want your cock.”

Mr. Banks smiled at the pout on her lips and lowered her down onto his cock. Myra began to kiss and bite her boss’s neck. She pulled on the ropes holding her to the pallet and pushed herself down as Mr. Banks pushed up. They kept at a steady and bruising pace until Mr. Banks growled and pulled her off of him. His eyes were full of lust and Myra’s heart skipped a beat again at the sight of him. He reached up above her and unhooked the ropes from the pallet then tugged her by the ropes along the floor of the back room, towards the large freezer.

They walked inside and Myra caught her breath as the perspiration on her skin cooled and froze all over her body. She shivered and the cold floor made her feet hurt.

Mr. Banks pulled her towards an empty supply cart. He stood her behind it placing his large hand on her back and pushed her back so that she bent in half at the waist. He tied her wrists to the solid bar at the front and pulled the cart out of the freezer with Myra shuffling behind. Her hips brushed against the cold metal and she shivered even more. Once outside the freezer Mr. Banks turned towards Myra again. His cock was still as hard as when it had been in her pussy and Myra licked her lips. Mr. Banks face was still as he ran his hands over her chilled back. Myra moaned at his touch until he shoved her forward and her breasts met the ice-cold metal of the cart. She cried out at the cold and struggled a bit with the ropes around her wrists. She calmed down soon realizing that Mr. Banks was watching her intently. He nodded his head and his lips pursed together as he contemplated something. Seeming to have made a decision he smacked her ass, then pulled her ass cheeks apart, massaging them.

Mr. Banks moved behind her and guided his cock into Myra’s pussy immediately beginning to fuck her with force. “Are your tit’s cold Myra?” He asked her mockingly. She nodded her head yes and grunted every time he thrust into her. Mr. Banks hands roamed up her back and to her shoulders. He quickly withdrew his cock from her and pulled her up. He turned her around so that she was facing him then roughly pushed her back again so that she was now lying on her back on the supply cart.

Mr. Bank’s lifted his employee’s legs and spread her thighs before thrusting into Myra again. With one hand he found her clit and began to play with it as he thrust in and out. Soon he could feel her pussy begin to clench around his cock. Her moans grew louder as Myra’s orgasm drew closer. Mr. Banks smirked to himself and pulled out of Myra.

“I told you to cum as many times as you could earlier because I wasn’t going to give you a chance again. Sorry, my turn now.” He told her chuckling. He stroked his cock as he walked up towards her head. Mr. Banks pressed his cock against Myra’s lips and even though she had been denied her orgasm and was as frustrated as she had ever been, she eagerly took him into her mouth. Usually she would tease mercilessly but she wanted to taste his cum so bad. She was soon taking him all the way down her throat and when he gripped her head, holding her still, she knew he was about to cum. She flicked her tongue around his sensitive head as he continued to fuck her mouth. Within moments he was spurting into her mouth. Myra sucked all that she could into her mouth. After several more spurts he was finished. Mr. Banks let his cock go soft, still in her mouth, as Myra cleaned it off. Mr. Banks was idly playing with her still hard nipples, pinching them and pulling on them none too gently. “Good girl.” Mr. Banks told her soothingly. He looked down at her body and took it in. She had bruises all over her neck and breasts from him sucking on her tender skin. Her thighs were slick with her own cum, and her pussy lips swollen. A dribble of his cum was sliding down her cheek. He reached out and caught it with two fingers and fed it to her. She eagerly sucked on his fingers until he took them away from her. Eventually, he reached up and untied her wrists. Her shoulders were sore and she had red marks on her wrists from pulling at the ropes.

Mr. Banks went to stand between her legs and pulled her into a sitting position. He absently rubber her wrists while he studied her and thought. He finally made Myra look him in the eyes. “Clean up here and put everything in the duffle bag. I’m going to get dressed. I’ll meet you up front.” Mr. Banks took his clothes with him and left the back room.

Myra sat there, completely overwhelmed by everything. She quickly but mechanically cleaned up and followed him. She was still naked and very aware of it, as she walked through the grocery store.

Mr. Banks was standing at the front counter, a videotape in one hand and her clothes in the other. He held out her clothes to her, and as she dressed he spoke. “You will make yourself available to me whenever I please, Myra, and in any way that I want.” He tapped the tape with two fingers. “Unless you want this tape going to your parents and the police knocking on your door.”

Mr. Banks eyes softened for a moment when he saw the panic and fear in Myra’s eyes. He paused mentally wrestling with himself. He was torn between his desire to keep this up and his morality that said she was in over her head and wouldn’t admit it to him. He sighed and had to stop himself from reaching out to touch her and comfort her. Finally he spoke.

“I will never make you do anything illegal Myra, and if you relax and let yourself enjoy it, like you did tonight, you will be very happy.” Myra nodded and pulled her jacket tightly around herself and picked up her purse. She followed Mr. Banks to the front door. She was beyond confused about everything that had happened. It was all so quick and he had made her feel so good. He had done things to her she had only read about and damn it if she didn’t want more. Mr. Banks held the door open for her and she walked out past him. Her watched her as she made her way to her vehicle. A few steps away she looked back at look at him.

“You know, I’m not going away this holiday. I’ll be home by myself.” She trailed off, leaving the question hanging in the air. She almost immediately regretted it until Mr. Banks chuckled. He put his hands into his pockets and leaned against the doorway.

He smiled at her. “I’ll remember that.” She grinned shyly back at him. “Now go, it’s late.” He told her. She nodded her head and finished walking to her car. He stood there until she was pulling out of the parking lot before shutting the door and disappearing into the store.

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