“It’s Friiiday.” Michael didn’t know how Jess did it, thread the needle between making normal sentences sound like celebrations and threats. He typed away at yet another email as he heard her pad into the room, the words lingering on her tongue as she clapped her hands down on his shoulders.
“Yes, it is. And *I’m* still working.” He tried to make the concept sound serious, an effort he knew to be futile. Jess leaned down and nibbled his earlobe, long hair trickling down his face onto his chest as she giggled.
“But *I’m* not, and that means that you have to entertain me.” Jess felt the goosebumps on the back of his neck under her fingers, leaving her head on his shoulder as he tried to keep writing.
“Entertain you? Or punish you?” Another giggle from next to his head, that lyrical sound tinged with savagery that had drawn him across the bar towards her on their first meeting.
“I’m not sure you could *manage* punishment, you’ve been off your game for so long.” She pressed the button with barely contained glee, feeling that predictable tension grip his shoulders. That may have been a statement easily disproven with a recording of events that had happened only a few nights before, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t work.
“Is that so?” Despite herself, Jess felt the blush crawl up her cheeks as his voice shifted down an octave, and acquired that hint of growl that always made her bite her lip. But he hadn’t cracked yet.
“But I get it, you’re *super* busy.” She said, standing back up and petting his head like a slightly disappointing dog before turning around. She made it one step towards the door before he caught her wrist, and slung her across his lap in a whirl of limbs before turning back to his computer.
“I’m sorry, are you *still* going to w-Ow!” He landed a respectable slap across her ass before sending the email he was working on and opening another from a colleague.
“Friday afternoons, where everyone decides you have time for all the shit they’ve been putting off.” Michael muttered as he read, spreading Jess’s legs on his lap and wrapping his other hand around her throat.
“I am not something you can *multitask!”* Jess hissed from below him, glee turning to indignance as he slapped her ass again. Michael smiled as he took a brief moment to hit reply, flipping on voice-to-text.
“Alex…” Michael began, pulling Jess’s arms behind her and grabbing one of his ties from the pile of “zoom clothes” next to his desk. He tied a quick knot around her wrists, spanking her whenever she tried to flip herself off too forcefully.
“I’m sorry you have to deal with this on Friday…” he continued, gagging Jess with two of his fingers and spanking her a few more times for good measure.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have a lot of bandwidth to spare until next week…” He kept his voice clear and even as he slipped his hand under the band of her shorts, and dragged his nails along the skin of her hip and ass before roughly taking a handful. He paused, frowning, and took his hand back out to delete his computer’s attempts to add Jess’s moan to the email.
“I’ll be happy to reconnect with you about this on Monday…” Michael growled, clasping his hand fully over Jess’s mouth as he plunged his hand under her shorts again and moved his nails down to her thighs. Jess continued to moan, her indignance temporarily forgotten, but not quite loudly enough for the microphone to pick it up.
“In the meantime, please let the client know that there might be a slight delay due to shifting priorities…” Michael’s fingers rubbed at Jess’s clit as he held her down, preventing her from writhing herself off of his lap.
“But this won’t prevent us from meeting any of our keystone deadlines…” He continued, regaining his calm as he plunged his fingers inside Jess. Her body tensed up at the pleasurable intrusion, and he had to tell the computer to delete her scream from the email.
“I’m sure they’ll be reasonable, we’ve been exceeding expectation for weeks now. Let me know if they give you any trouble…” Jess was bucking her hips in time with Michael’s thrusting fingers, her bound hands contorting into various unconscious shapes as Michael finished his message.
“Otherwise, I’ll talk to you on Monday. Best, Michael.” He finished as Jess did, sending the email before it could record the explosion of sounds that his fingers were nowhere near capable of restraining.
“Now, then.” He said as he closed his computer and picked up Jess’s bound body like a quivering rag doll. He smiled down at her, a familiar mixture of pleasure and threat filling the expression.
“It’s Friiiday.”
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