[BDSM] [mdom] [fsub] [blackmail] [creampie][span]
*This is my first submission here so try to be gentle with me, I’m still a reddit noob so I’m trying to get the hang of it. I’m not sure I’ve got the hang of the tag thing, but I’ll drop the basics here. This gets a little dark and twisted at one point so if that’s your thing you’ll love it. All characters are 18+!*
You sit down in the office chair across from a heavy desk and hear the door close behind you with a thud. The sound of your breath fills the space and you become aware of your body and it’s weight as you sit in the chair and stare at the clock… it ticks away softly, teasing you as your life waits for a response to you being summoned here. This room feels small compared to the large office space outside and the big air-conditioning unit thrums out a steady icy chill to keep you cool in the office as you try to get comfortable in a chair that you would normally have at your desk.
The ice cold air slips around your frame as you sit and wait for what you expect to be a simple meeting, the hair on the back of your neck stands up as the vents drive the air down on you. You can feel your nipples stiffen involuntarily as the draft slides inside of your shirt. The pinstriped pencil skirt you wore for the day feel suddenly just a touch too tight as your thighs spread gently at the cool breeze, and your brain runs wild… “what if he notices, what if he can tell, what if he can see… what if he knows what I did last night?” In that moment you become acutely aware that you’re dripping wet… your juices slicking the inside of your thighs just thinking of how you were utterly destroyed last night and how you can’t even stop thinking about it at this very minute while you’re at work. Your pussy clenches, your heart races and you’re seconds away from cumming right here in the chair as your thighs squeeze together over and over again…
With a click and a loud clunk the door opens suddenly, your brain freezes and every single instinct is to run… but you hold fast, your hands cling to the seat and wait to be greeted properly by the HR manager. Mr. Jameson glides effortlessly into his office like he has done a million times and sits down heavily in his chair to look at you…. and then he opens your file. You go to stand and he shoots a look that puts you right back into your chair, and now you’re afraid. Mr. Jameson looks up at you and murmurs as he looks down at your file, then he closes the file and looks you straight in the eyes.
“Do you enjoy your position here, Miss? Would you like to continue to be one of our top employees?”
“Yes, Sir” you meekly answer, the words creaking in the back of your throat.
“Tell me, does your recent performance merit keeping you on station or should someone else be brought in to do your job that can do it better than you? Given your reputation, I would assume that a suitable replacement could be found quite readily” he pauses, studying your face. “What do you have to say for yourself and the position you find yourself in today? And more importantly, the position you were found in last night?”
FUCK, HE KNOWS!! Your thoughts race and your cheeks instantly flame from the realization.
Your mind flashes back in an instant and you remember where you were the night before, the hard cock throbbing inside of you as you were bent over so lewdly in front of anyone that might see in the alley. You’d had a few drinks with friends and then went to walk home, hoping the cool night air and the walk would help you fall soundly asleep. The man had caught you just as you left the bar and you’d struck up a quick conversation, the sexual tension obvious… when you found that alley, there was no looking back. He took you in every possible way, he stretched every single hole you were given by God and left a huge load in every one of them… even all over your face and told you he still wanted more! He treated you like the little slut you’ve wanted to be treated as and the hand prints on your ass still are there to tell the tale! Mr. Jameson’s smile was cold, he gave away nothing as he eyed you up and down, he knows something that he isn’t telling you… he was the one inside of you that left you begging for more last night!! He left you wanting something that left you needing…. HIM! You dreamily remember being bent over like a little slut as he stretched your folds and drove deep inside of you and took you hard, so hard, while you moaned out a name… any name… anything as you lost yourself time and again while he took you. Your pussy clenched at the memory of someone destroying you and you whimper internally wanting it back again. Just that realization has you almost cumming while you sit there looking at the man who owned your body so utterly, and in that second he leans forward and says a single word: “Yes”.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sic2qd/an_adventure_in_human_resources
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