Dark Little Deal (fm)

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Raven breathed a sigh of relief as she finished inputting the last of the invoices. She stretched her arms over her head, yawned a little, and took a look around the office. A few people were still warring away valiantly, but most of her team had already left for home. Her phone buzzed under her fingertips, and she opened it to see a message from her… boyfriend, of sorts.

*I’m going to be in the office in three minutes. I want it empty and I want you available. Do I make myself understood?*

The secretary’s heart started to beat a little too fast, and her face flushed with warmth. The last time he’d done something like this, she’d been sore for two days afterward… but it’d been some of most delicious and satisfying sex ever. It’d taught her things about herself she’d never have dreamed of before he’d hired her. Raven stood up, got their attention, and dismissed the other employees for the day. Once the last had left the room, Raven went to the bathroom to freshen up.

He liked it when she had a surprise waiting for him. She looked herself over in the mirror, let her dark hair out of its bun, and shook it free over her shoulders. The same hair he loved to stroke as he tied her hands behind her back, and pushed her over his desk… Raven decided to go a little more simple today. Sometimes she wore expensive silk lingerie, sometimes not. It was hard to predict when he was coming in.

She opened her white blouse down to her belly, and slipped off her bra. Then, she did up a few of the buttons again, but only just enough to not be naked from the waist up. Then, she splashed water on her chest to make the fabric translucent in a couple places… and slipped out of her modest heels. Her phone buzzed again, and another blinding rush of anticipation blazed through her.

It was a picture of two things dangling over an elevator rail – a silk black tie, and his leather belt. The simple suggestion he left in her mind had Raven squirming, her panties damp… but she wouldn’t dream of doing anything about it, not until he got in. She picked up her shoes and her bra, and hurried into his office. He wasn’t there yet, so she drew the blinds shut, set her shoes down on the floor at her feet, and sat on his desk, eagerly waiting for him. Memories flickered through her mind from last week, what he’d found in her…

*On your knees, kitten, that’s a good girl.* The heavenly growls that came soon after, animalistic but softer, less edged somehow. The way he’d slid his arms around her waist after she sagged over his desk chair for the third time, catching her breath, and gently drew her to her feet. *You’re gorgeous, my little vixen. Gorgeous. But I’m not done with you yet….* The way he seemed to know her pleasure centers better than she did, and how to drive her insane with just a touch…

The elevator doors slid open, and Raven’s heart jumped into her mouth. Her boss’s name was Mack, and he was 6’4″ of silk-suit-wearing sex on legs. It was hard to describe why, Raven decided. He was tall, lean, long, and had these chrome-rimmed glasses that caught the light. His eyes were this hazel golden-green color that could see straight into your soul. Maybe it was the intense, controlled aura around him. A small smirk crossed his face as he stepped into his office, and closed the door. His tie and belt hung negligently from his free hand. With a mischievous smile and a flick, Raven’s bra slid into sight, and hung from the edge of the desk, sending him a tantalizing message.

His smirk widened just a little. “Well, someone set the table and brought out the first course without even being asked. Aren’t you a little overachiever?”

Raven tilted her head the way he liked and toyed with a tendril of her hair, just to draw his attention to her arms, her chest, how firmly her nipples were already standing out against the cold, wet blouse…

“Well, you did say you wanted an increase in productivity, sir,” she murmured shyly.

He crossed the distance between them in a flash and suddenly she was looking up to see his eyes. His fingers brushed her cheek, firm, callused fingers, and then traced over her lips. The sensation was fantastic – he knew just how to apply enough pressure to tickle her nerves and make her shiver. Raven leaned in a little, and took two of his fingers into her mouth. Her eyes never left his as she sucked them, gently, fluttering her tongue against his skin. Mack chuckled, a rich rolling sound, and pulled them free with a soft and satisfying *pop.*

“Close your eyes,” he whispered.

She obediently closed her eyes. His lips caressed her cheek, her forehead, slid over her jaw. Raven arched her neck back, offering him her throat, but he didn’t grab it like she’d expected he would. Instead, his hands moved and tied something warm and soft over her eyes. A makeshift blindfold. A sliver of instinctual fear rippled through her, but she kept her composure, and focused her senses on hearing, on touch.

The soft sound of fabric on fabric told her Mack had taken off his coat, and probably put it on the desk beside her. His breathing had ratcheted up, but he was still in control. Raven had seen and felt him out of control, and he was a different kind of beast. She liked both aspects of him, especially when… her breath caught as his fingers worked carefully at the fastenings of her blouse, opening it up and baring her chest to him. She let a catlike smile play over her features and leaned back onto her hands, flaunting her bust and giving him the best view she could.

“It’s all yours, sir,” she whispered in a hushed, almost girlish tone. “If you want it…”

His hands found her shoulders and he gently pushed her back until she was lying on his desk, blouse open down to her belly, still unable to see anything. But that was the thrill of it. He could do anything, and she wouldn’t see it coming… Raven gasped as his warm, wet tongue found her belly and slid up, tracing a long line over her already-wet skin. It tickled, sent fire into her blood, and she couldn’t help but squirm as his tongue halted between her breasts. Her nipples ached, begging to be touched, and her hands shifted, up to find his face… until his hands closed around her wrists, pinning them to the desktop.

“Behave,” he said.

“… please…” she heard herself whisper.

But Mack didn’t play fair. His mouth hovered over her chest, kissing around her nipples, torturously gentle and soft and patient. She could feel how wet she was, now, her whole lower body aching, snarling with need. Each kiss and caress and warm hint of breath with her mouth just made her squirm harder, need him more… but he was stronger, and she couldn’t get her hands free. She pushed her hips out, trying to grind against him, but his grip tightened. His hot breath tickled her neck and that growl of his appeared beside her ear.

“I said behave.”

“I’m sorry, sir, I just need you so much…”

A single finger stopped against her lips, halting her from saying another word. Her mouth closed over his fingertip, sipping eagerly, hungrily, trying to get him to lose control. Her free hand reached up, and found his hair, hovering close to her face. Her whole body bowed into him as she spread her thighs and pushed her hips eagerly out to him. She could feel her skirt hiking up, but then his teeth closed over her neck and she moaned around his finger with the sudden pleasure and pain of it. Raven tightened her grip on his hair, but his finger vanished from her mouth, caught hold of her other wrist and pinned her back down against the desk.

“Control yourself,” he murmured in her ear, “or I’ll do it for you.”

The threat in his voice just made her writhe harder against him. God, all she wanted was to feel him slide into her, fulfil her, satisfy her… but Mack seemed intent on torturing her, here, on his office desk, for as long as he pleased.

“I can’t,” she moaned. “I need you…”

He caught her hips and dragged her off the desk, as if she weighed nothing at all. Blind, she struggled until his hand found her throat, tightened just enough to threaten her air supply… And then she was on her feet, her hands getting pulled roughly behind her. The bite of his leather belt made her hiss as he lashed her wrists together, and a defiant growl rippled out of her as he tied her hands behind her back, making her even more vulnerable.

“Raven, do I need to remind you what happened last time you defied me?” he said in her ear.

God, no he didn’t. It’d been the best sex of her life, but also the roughest. He hadn’t relented until she was a shivering, satisfied mess on the carpet, and he hadn’t even finished with her, but the janitors had come up to clean their office space. She bared her teeth and pressed her ass back against the bulge in his trousers by way of answer. Her bound hands clutched at his belt, and then he whirled her around and shoved her face into the desk. She knew what was coming next. And she couldn’t wait. God, she wanted him so fucking badly, his powerful lean muscles driving against her, filling her up and making her scream…

“Why don’t you just fuck me already,” she shot back. “Just get your pants open and get into my-”

*Smack.* His hand cracked against her ass and shoved her harder against the desk. The pain of it rocketed through her whole rear, and she fucking loved it, but she couldn’t stop the yelp ripping from her throat.

“-get into my fucking wet pussy,” she gasped. “Take that fucking huge cock and-”

*Smack.* Oh God, she was so fucking wet now. He was spanking her like she was a naughty little girl with a naughty little mouth and she fucking loved it. She loved the way he punished her defiance and she wanted more.

“-put it in me,” she managed.

“Who decides what I do, Raven?”

“You do…”

She felt him rip at the zipper to her pencil skirt, tear it down around her ankles. Raven knew how much he liked to look at her, liked the shape of her ass, and she’d worn a g-string to work just in case this was going to happen… *crack* went his hand again and she sagged against the desk, moaning with the pleasure and the pain of it.

“Excuse me?” he asked, icily.

“You do, sir,” Raven said.

“Better, little vixen.” His fingers tightened into the muscle of her ass, teasing near her wet, warm pussy, and she spasmed at his touch. “Let’s make a deal. If you behave, I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give you as much as you like.”

“God, yes, please…”

“But if you don’t, then I’ll punish you against that window with the lights on so everyone can see you.”

Her heart rate sped up again. The thought of it was turning her on so much, but she knew that there was a residential building across the street, and that people would be watching. That they’d have cameras, and they could film her, and ruin any ability she had to get another job, anywhere else… she couldn’t risk it.

“Or I can simply walk out,” he offered. “Leave you here. That’s an option. What do you want?”

“I need your cock, sir. So…. fucking… badly,” she whispered, drawing out the words to get him even more aroused.

“So you’ll behave?”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned. “I’ll be your good little girl, I swear. Just, please, give it to me. I need it. I need you.”

His hands rested on the hot cheeks of her ass, warm and soothing, a marked contrast from how he’d been punishing her earlier. “Good girl.”

Mack pulled her blouse down off her shoulders, tangling it with the belt around her wrists and baring her chest. His fingertips caressed her bare arms, trailing down her skin and leaving sparks of ticklish pleasure in their wake, and he tugged her back to her feet again. His arms wrapped around her waist from behind, and he held her close to him. She could feel just how huge and hard he was through her slacks, but she tried her best to relax into him. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, all lips and tongue, finding points of pleasure and arching her back into him. Her head lolled back on his shoulder, and she moaned softly with each kiss, each caress. Raven knew he loved to hear her talk dirty, to murmur what she wanted.

“I can feel how hard you are,” she whispered. “I can feel how hard I make you, sir. I want to make you cum, so badly.”

“That a fact?” he murmured softly, in a voice rough with desire.

“It is. I want you to cum. I want your cum all over my pretty little face and my tits…”

He pulsed suddenly in his pants, and Raven had to force herself not to try and touch him with her bound hands. Instead, she leaned back further into his shoulder, closer to his ear, and kept talking, kept trying to force him over her edge, to lose his self-discipline in a hurricane of lust, desire, and need.

“I want to taste it, sir, because you didn’t let me last time. I want to feel you explode in my mouth and I want to lick it from you like you’re an ice cream…”

“Raven,” he said, his voice rougher than before.

“Yes, sir?”

“Turn around and get on your knees.”

She obeyed, instantly, a catlike smile splitting her face. She licked her lips, slowly, sensually, and looked up to where she hoped his face was, so he could see just how much she wanted it, how much he wanted him to fuck her like an animal. Instead, soft lips found hers, and she realized he was on his knees in front of her, kissing her. Somewhere along the way his shirt had vanished and it was his skin against her breasts, his mouth against hers, urgent, passionate… God, she loved the way he kissed. She wished she could pull her hands free, touch him, but his deal and his threat was still front and center in her mind. So she kissed him back, moaning into his mouth, nibbling his lip… His hands slid around her body, pulling her closer to him, and she ground herself a little into his hips, pushing him further out of control…

And then he pulled away, and she heard him get to his feet. Breathless, chest heaving, she licked her lips again, slowly, and heard his slacks hit the floor around his ankles. His cock was so close, she knew it…

“Sir?” she whispered.

“Yes, Raven?”

“Can you put it in my mouth, please?”

She tasted the head of his thick, rock-hard cock press against her lips for a moment. She tried to take it in, fast and hard, to fill her whole mouth with him but he pulled away with a soft *pop.* His hand caressed her cheek for a moment, and she heard herself make a soft, whining sound.

“Please, sir?” she repeated.

“You don’t want it in your mouth, Raven,” he murmured. “I know that. You want me to take you, properly, right now.”

The way he said it made her squirm on her knees. “Please.”

“There’s one more thing I need you to do for me,” Mack instructed. “Stand up, lean against the desk.”

It was a little harder than she expected, standing up blind with her hands bound, but she managed it, and groped her way back to the desk. She pressed her ass against it. His fingers slipped into the elastic of her g-string, and tugged her panties down until they dropped into a sodden heap around her ankles. Her breath caught as his hands slid over her belly, her hips, and gently push her thighs apart. His hot breath found her pussy, and then ecstasy exploded through her body as he started to eat her out. His mouth was everywhere, lapping at her. His tongue darted in and out, tasting her, sliding up and down her soaking slit. Moans tore themselves out of her chest and she struggled to stay up on her feet. Pleasure turned her knees to water, but Mack didn’t relent. Her first orgasm rolled in as he focused on her clit, dexterous tongue sliding her side to side, and her moan turned into a half-scream as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Her knees buckled completely, but he was there to catch her, scoop her up and set her down on the desk.

The silk vanished from her eyes, and light flooded in. She blinked as Mack swam into view, tall, lean, his glasses gone and his lean features leaning in. He kissed her cheek, her neck, fingers sliding over her breasts, pinching her nipples a little… Raven’s arousal rushed back in, and a hot flush radiated through her skin. Her breath came in gasps, and that gorgeous smirk crossed his face as she struggled against her bindings.

“Not satisfied?” he murmured.

She shook her head. “More. Please, sir.”

His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her off the desk and into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him, trying to angle his cock into her aching pussy, but he chuckled, spun his chair around with a kick, and sat down on it, with her in his lap. She moaned as she felt his shaft slide up past her clit, thick and hard and so ready for her….

“Go on, Raven,” he whispered to her. “Take as much as you want.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Somehow, she managed to lift herself up, and he adjusted the angle of his cock until it slid into her from underneath. He slid in like silk, she was so wet, and then she was slamming up and down on his hips as hard as she could. His length, how thick he was, stretched her, filled her in ways that half-made her believe she had lightning instead of blood. She couldn’t get enough of him, of the way he felt inside her, the way his hands caught her hips and hauled her down, harder and faster. He was so deep inside her she almost felt as if she was going to explode with the pleasure of it. Her voice broke somewhere, she was moaning so hard, and his chest rumbled with pleasure underneath her. One hand stayed on the small of her back, guiding her, and the other caught hold of one of her breasts, squeezing and firing even more pleasure into her body…

Raven lost track of what happened after her second or third orgasm. Somewhere along the way, Mack had released her hands, and as she came again, she collapsed into his lap, her head in his shoulder. She could still feel him, hard and pulsing inside her, but her legs were trembling so bad she could barely lift herself up any more.

“Relax,” he murmured soothingly in her ear.

“You haven’t come yet,” she protested weakly.

“I can wait, Raven. Just catch your breath.”

His fingers rolled over her skin, tracing patterns down her sides, down her back, over her ass, thighs, and back up again to stroke her hair and scalp as she sat on his lap. The buildup, the foreplay, the delayed gratification… it’d just made everything more intense, more pleasurable, that much more satisfying. But she wasn’t done yet. Somehow, she managed to pull herself off him, and sink to the floor at his feet.

“What are you-” he began, but he moaned as she took him into her mouth in one smooth motion.

She sucked him as deep as she could, but there was just so much of his shaft that she couldn’t quite fit him in her mouth. Her lips slid up and down over him, her tongue tasting herself on the underside of his cock. His moans deepened into growls, and she moaned over his cock, using her throat to add to the pleasure. She peeked up at him, saw him staring at her, utterly enraptured. She had the power, now, and she was going to use it. She was going to break his self-discipline and get him addicted to her.

Raven slid her mouth off him, and closed her hand around his shaft, pumping him up and down at a good, hard rate. She met his eyes and gave him a sweet smile, and brought herself up until she was spanking the head of his cock against her right breast.

“Do you want to cum, sir?” she asked sweetly.

“Fuck, Raven…”

“Oh, we’ve already fucked, sir. But I need you to cum for me, okay? I can feel how close you are…” She squeezed his cock and he groaned in response, “but I want to know where. On my pretty little face?”

She opened her mouth and slapped his tip against her tongue a few times. His hands tightened in her hair, and he moaned so deeply she half-expected him to explode in her mouth.

“Down my throat, sir?” Raven giggled, and took him into her mouth so deep and fast that she gagged on his length.

She pulled his cock free of her mouth and kept pumping him, faster and faster. A line of drool slid from her mouth and hit his tip, and his whole body convulsed under her touch.

“Or maybe on my tits, because you can’t keep your eyes off them?” Raven squeezed her breasts around his shaft and jiggled up and down a little just to prove her point.

“You’re such a good girl,” he gasped.

“And your good little girl wants your cum, sir. Please. I want it. I want to feel you explode. I want your hot and sticky cum on me, or in me, I just want it….”

Mack finally lost it. Something between a howl and a snarl exploded out of his throat, and his hips bucked up off the chair. His cock pulsed under her touch, and white ropes of cum splattered all over her throat, chin, and breasts. The suddenness of it, his sudden loss of control, was perfect, and she kept stroking, milking every drop out of him until he was done spasming in her hand. Raven licked him clean, then stood up, and gave him a satisfied smile. She idly rubbed his whiteness around her nipples, purring a little, and sat down on one of his outstretched knees.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off her.

“Wanna give me a lift back to yours, so we can get cleaned up?” She winked at him. “Sir?”

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