The Fantasy [Part 2, Can Stand Alone] [CNC] [MF]

I ran my hands over my thighs, simultaneously smoothing the material of my pants and drying my palms. My nerves were small butterflies in my stomach, and I was waiting patiently for my day to end.

The shuffling of papers and clothing alerted me that people had started leaving for the day, and I would soon be making the same trek as them down to the parking structure beneath our building. On their way out, people stopped at my desk and chatted with me casually. If you asked me to recall anything that they had said, I wouldn’t have the faintest clue. All I could think about was that I was about to have another fantasy play out in the dark, echoing garage in the basement, and how these people did not even have the faintest clue.

So, I smiled my most innocent smile at them and endured the typical variety of jokes about how we all hate working for a living.

As soon as they all left, I scurried into the bathroom and immediately began changing. He had been very specific when it came to what I was going to be wearing, and I didn’t want to disappoint him. Just the thought of him growling a condescending “good girl” into my ear had me ready to go.

I closed my eyes as I held my jeans, pausing in my mission of folding them neatly. I needed to calm down, or this would be over before it had even started. The first time he had taken care of one of my fantasies had been incredible, and I was certain that this was going to be no different. Opening my eyes, I pulled the garter belt over my hips and thought about the conversation that led to all of this.

I had the strange feeling of déjà vu as we sat around his table again, talking about sex. Ever since our last encounter together, the topic had been coming up more frequently – not that I was complaining.

“You know,” he said lightly, sipping his beer thoughtfully, “I’ve gotten off to the memory of you struggling against me more often than I probably should.”

I couldn’t help it – I laughed. His face remained serious as he looked back at me, waiting for my laughter to stop. I raised the cold bottle to my lips, looking him over. I liked this piece of information, and I had to cross my legs to calm the dull ache that started from the image his words conjured.

I imagined him lying on his bed, furiously jerking himself off as he thought about the way I felt against him. I knew the sounds he would make as he was just about to cum, and I found myself desperate to hear them against my ear.

“Yeah?” I smiled, unable to help myself from teasing him a bit. “I’m happy to squirm against you any time you’d like me to. I seem to remember you mentioning tying me to this very table. Would you like me to go get some rope?”

He narrowed his eyes at me, and I knew I hit my mark. We were picturing a version of the same thing: a rope loose around my neck that was tied to the leg of the table. He would be eating dinner, and I would be on my knees under the table, licking and teasing him. Occasionally, he would look down to see my head working over his cock.

He placed his bottle down on the table, and his eyes made their way down my body slowly. I felt myself flushing under his gaze, and I shifted in my seat, changing my position so that my legs were crossed under me on the seat of the chair.

“Well?” I said expectantly.

He shook his head as his eyes made their way back up to mine. “No,” he murmured. “I want to do something a bit different this time.”

The pumps that I was wearing made a satisfying clicking noise every time they hit the floor. I waited in the elevator lobby patiently, using the reflective surface of the closed doors to give myself a quick once-over. I suppose I approved of my appearance: it wasn’t terribly far off from something someone *would* wear to work, except the skirt was just a bit shorter and the shirt was just a bit tighter.

I resisted the urge to adjust anything, knowing that if I started, I would never make it downstairs. The elevator doors opened smoothly, and I pressed the “G” button and took a step back. It glided down the flights, and the butterflies exploded in my stomach with each passing floor. There was only one thought in my head that rang clear: I hope we don’t get caught.

By the time the doors opened to the dimly lit garage, I was ready to call the entire escapade off. The sound of the heels clicking on the concrete was much less satisfying and entirely unsettling. The off yellow lighting of the garage felt commensurate with my rising anxiety, but I couldn’t deny the fact that my body was humming with pent-up energy. I wanted this.

I had only taken a few steps when I heard footsteps falling in time behind me. I began to walk more quickly, trying to plan out the quickest way to get back to my car. As the clicking of my shoes increased, his footfalls kept up the tempo that I had set. I looked over my shoulder to see him about fifteen or so steps behind me, leering as he easily kept up our pace. My eyes widened, and I did the first thing I could think of to do.

I grabbed my small, surprisingly heavy purse and threw it at him, and then I broke out into a full-on sprint to my car.

I heard his bark of laughter, but I kept running. I desperately groped at the jacket that I had draped over my arm to see if I had thought to put the keys in my pocket beforehand. My elation at finding them was short-lived as I heard his shoes scraping against the concrete as he chased after me. My heart leapt into my throat as I saw my car, and I reached my arm out, franticly hitting the “unlock” button. The rear lights blinked on, and my face broke out into a smile.

I was so distracted by my relief that it took me by surprise when an arm snaked around my waist and pulled me back from my salvation. Another hand immediately clamped down over my mouth as I was pulled back against a body, and their owner rumbled into my ear, “Don’t you dare fucking scream.”

I, of course, let out muffled pleas against his hand. I licked at it, bit it, and thrashed my head around wildly in an effort to get it off. He sighed as he moved us towards my car with me squirming against him every step of the way.

“You’re not going to make this easy, are you?” he asked, feigning exasperation. “You liked that, didn’t you? Me chasing after you as you made a pitiful attempt to get away?” He scoffed. “I believe this belongs to you.”

He loosened his arm around my waist as he shoved me against the driver’s door of my car, using his body to press me against it. He held my bag in front of my face, letting it dangle off of his finger. Pulling the backseat door open, he threw the bag in along with my jacket, letting me squirm against his body in attempts to get free.

“Please,” I begged. “Take my money, take my car. I – I – Take anything you want. I just want to go home.”

He put his hand around my throat, pulling my head roughly back against him. He slid that hand up to my jaw, forcing me to stare up at him.

“I don’t want your money or your car,” he whispered against my ear, pressing small kisses along the shell of it. I shivered against him, and he bit the lobe. “I want your wet pussy milking the cum out of my cock.”

I let out a breath, pushing my hands against my car in an attempt to push him back. He grabbed my hips, grinding against my ass as he took a forceful step forward, sandwiching me between himself and the cold metal of the car. I could feel every inch of him against my back, and I felt his cock hardening against my ass. As I kept pushing, he took my hands into his, roughly pulling them above my head and onto the roof of the car. Grabbing my wrists, he tucked both of them into one of his hands, effectively pinning me against the metal.

“I wish I could see what this looks like through the window,” he chuckled, continuing to grind against my squirming body. “Your tits pressed up against the glass, your buttons barely containing your tits in that shirt with the way your body is stretched out.”

“If you want to walk to the other side and take a quick peek, I’ll stay just like this for you,” I said sweetly, successfully pulling one of my hands free.

His free hand slapped my ass before I was even aware that it was coming. I yelped, and he took advantage of my distraction to turn me around.

“Don’t get smart with me, you little slut,” he growled, glaring down at me. “If you make another comment like that, I’m going to put that mouth to good use.”

I closed my eyes as I felt the dull ache grow between my legs, shaking my head, “No, please don’t!”

My voice echoed in the empty garage. He ignored me as he moved his hand along my side, a perverse imitation of a caress, before cupping the side of my breast, feeling its weight in his hand.

“Maybe I should fuck these,” he said calmly, moving both hands over them as he used his hips and legs to keep me pinned against the car. He moved his hands to the center of my button-down, looking down at me as he ripped it open. The buttons made a small skipping sound as they hit the ground, and I renewed my fight against him, knowing he was watching my boobs jiggle in my bra as I pushed against him uselessly.

He ran his fingertips over the black lace of my bra slowly, ignoring my protests and pleas for him to let me go. He touches the small bow between the cups, letting out a condescending, “Very pretty.”

“If you really like it,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm before I could stop myself, “you can have it, if you’ll let me go.”

He gripped my jaw again, using his other hand to roughly pull the cup of the bra down, exposing my nipple to the cold air of the garage. He twisted it between his fingers, pulling a loud gasp out of me. “What did I tell you would happen if you couldn’t control that mouth of yours?”

“I’m sorry!” I gasped as he continued to pinch and tease my nipple. “Please just let me go.”

“I don’t think you actually mean that,” he mocked, moving one of his hands into my hair. “I’ll even bet that if I were to put my hand between your legs, my hand would be covered in evidence of how much you want this.”

I struggled against his body as I shook my head, looking up at him innocently, “No – no! I – Please.”

“What are you begging for?” His grin was downright wolfish. I felt like prey, waiting for him to strike. I was effectively trapped, so I started looking around for anything else that might have helped me.

He gave a mean, rough tug on my hair, forcing me to look back up at him. “What are you looking for? No one is here to help you, and if they were, they wouldn’t stop me from using your body. No, they wouldn’t be able to do a thing for you because I don’t care if they stand around while I fuck your mouth.”

I whimpered and he tugged my hair down, forcing my head to follow. I fought against him, taking perverse pleasure in the feeling of my hair being pulled.

“Now, I promised you earlier that if you couldn’t stop yourself from mouthing off, I was going to use your mouth for something more productive,” he began, pulling my hair harder as I started to bow towards the ground. After some effort on his part, I was on my knees and face-to-crotch with his clothed cock.

“Take it out, slut,” he commanded, watching with keen interest as I fumbled with his belt and jeans, pulling them down with his boxers. I was so keyed up that my hands were shaking, and I stared up at him from my position on my knees, his cock mere inches from my face.

“Isn’t this a pretty sight?” he teased. “Take it into your mouth, and if you do a good enough job, I might just let you go home tonight.”

I moved my hand to the base of his cock, tentatively stroking him, and I kept looking up at him as I moved my head forward, letting the very tip of his cock rest against my lips. I opened my mouth slowly, letting my tongue come out and tease the head of his cock as I stroked the base.

I pulled back, shaking my head. “Please let me go!”

The hand that was in my hair tightened, and he glared down at me. “You’re going to take this cock into the back of your throat until I say that you can stop.”

He pushed his cock back against my lips, tapping it against them as he let out a patronizing, “Knock, knock.”

I opened my mouth to respond and he slid his cock between my lips, groaning as he took my hands in his. He placed them above my head, against the car, and he pushed his hips forward, effectively muffling my reply.

I wanted to struggle against him and keep the ruse going, but I had an intense need to make him moan. I moved my mouth over him, sucking hard on him as I rubbed my tongue against him. I took him deeper into my mouth, relishing in the deep breaths he was taking as I started to gag on him.

“Good girl,” he mumbled, staring down at the top of my head as I used my mouth, tongue, and throat to pleasure him. He gripped my wrists tighter as I pulled him out of my mouth completely, running my tongue all over his cock and balls. He moved my wrists to one of his hands again as he reached down to tweak my nipple, causing me to moan. I took him back into my mouth, pushing my head forward until my nose touched his pelvis. I gagged around him, feeling the tears leak out of my eyes as I struggled to keep him in my throat.

He pulled back and out of my mouth, looking down at me. I stared back up at him, my tongue hanging out of my open mouth, waiting for him to slide back in. I blinked some of the tears out, knowing that they would cause smudged lines of mascara to run down my face. He slapped his cock against my tongue, and I caught the head between my lips, sucking on it gently.

I let out a sound of protest as he pulled me up, his hand coming around my throat as he leaned down towards me.

“Such a dirty little whore, aren’t you? You just can’t keep your mouth off of my cock,” he said as he used one hand to pull my skirt up. He smirked at the thigh highs and garter belt, pulling on one of the straps to let it slap against my skin.

I reached for his cock, my voice slightly hoarse as I said, “Yes, Sir. I’m your dirty little slut. I’m so fucking wet, please touch me.”

He shoved my panties to the side, two fingers diving into my pussy. I moaned loudly, the sound echoing off of the stone walls as I stroked him.

He left his fingers exactly where they were as I ground my hips against him, letting out small, frustrated sounds as he refused to move. I moved to my toes and back down, attempting to ride his fingers out of sheer frustration.

“Beg me for it,” he cooed, clearly enjoying my frustration.

“Please,” I whimpered, “Touch me. I need you to make me come.”

“You can surely do better than that.”

“Please make me come, Sir,” I said, looking up at him. “I’m so close from just thinking about you using my mouth. I want to get off, and then I want you to cover my face with your cum.”

The hand around my throat tightened a small fraction before his fingers began driving into me. I nearly screamed when his thumb found my clit.

“Let me hear you,” he demanded, knowing that I was holding back. “I want to hear your moans echoing off of the walls down here.”

I closed my eyes as I hit the peak, my mouth opening noiselessly before I came around his fingers. I moaned loudly, not caring that anyone could hear the mix of strangled and breathy sounds that I was making.

“That’s it, you little slut,” he said as I finished, my body arching into his. “Now, get on your knees for me.”

I moved onto my knees shakily, my body still coming down. He put his fingers against my lips, and I sucked them into my mouth, tasting myself. Pulling them out, he gave me a wet slap across the cheek. I whimpered in response, opening my mouth and waiting for him.

“This isn’t going to take long,” he warned, putting the head of his cock against my tongue. I immediately began to suck on him, moving my head earnestly over his length. He held onto my hair and moved in time with me, thrusting into my mouth and throat.

He started to moan and pulled back, his hand immediately gripping his cock as he pulled my hair back. “Beg me for it.”

I looked up at him as I moved my hands to my nipples, pinching and twisting them as I begged him for his cum.

“Please cum for me,” I moaned. “I want to feel it on my skin and taste it. I want it so fucking badly.”

He gripped my hair painfully as he worked his hand faster, moaning as cum started to spurt out of his cock and onto my cheeks and lips. He squeezed his cock as he finished, letting me have all of it.

I took the head of his dick back into my mouth, sucking gently. I pulled back and gathered his cum on my fingers, sucking it off.

“What do you say?” he asked as he began tucking himself back into his pants.

“Thank you,” I smiled up at him as he helped me to my feet.

“How do you feel?” he asked as he gave me a once-over.

“I’m fine. How are you feeling?” I opened my car door, leaning in to grab a t-shirt that I had in the backseat. Quickly pulling off the button down and adjusting my bra, I pulled the shirt over my head, feeling much less vulnerable.

He shrugged, “I’m a bit disappointed that I got carried away with your mouth and didn’t fuck you.”

I laughed, patting his shoulder. “I can always come over if you’re willing to feed me.”

He stared down at me, moving his finger under my chin and swiping away a bit of cum that I missed. He pressed the fingertip against my lips, and I happily sucked on it. He mumbled, “That can be arranged.”

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