**I wanted to preface by saying that in most erotica I don’t incorporate or write a woman’s thoughts or feelings. I do this because I do not want to affect the individuals experience. Having said that. I’m going to use this platform as an outlet to try.**
Self-sufficient and intellectual. This was your double edged burden. You fought and navigated her way to the position she was in today after toiling and hard work. Wasn’t always fair but your wit and cunning always got you where you needed to be.
The other side of this sword is the utter responsibility that was now your burden. 95% of the time it was fine because of the already stated reasons. That 5% though could get lonely. See, you have to sell out quite a bit to climb. Sometimes the feeling is overwhelming.
*He* was the one thing you still were never allowed to be. Sure he worked his ass off as well to get to where he was but as the only Administrator in the company that you answered to he was allowed breathing room, he could fuck up and still not have to worry about his position. He was cocky for his age. She’d scoff as he brought some of the women he did to social gathers and occasionally his office. You even were pretty sure you once heard muffled moans when taking up documents to his secretary. He came off as the same way you were. Confident borderline cocky. It crawled under your skin.
One particular day you were being bombarded with colleague issues, deadlines and angry calls. It was just one of those dreaded days where you wanted to scream. That’s why the call that you were wanted in his office just was the capper to your *wonderful* day. Making your way up to his office the secretary buzzed you in.
“Sit.” He motioned not to the edge of his desk and *not* the chair on the other side of his old oak desk. It was bulky and not at all sleek or modern. He was in his mid 40’s. A bit of “salt” mixed in with his beard. Not to mention a tad in his hair. He was not at all bulky but at the same time, by no means a “Dad bod.” He had broad shoulders and a fitted dress shirt. Fitted dress pants that clung and was formed to his ass. “A drink”, he asked. Was it that obvious? Did you look that rough and disheveled? “Well, I’m having a bit of a day so I’m making me a vodka.”
A drink *did* sound like a great way to calm your nerves. Especially if he was about to critique your skills. So you obliged. “Terrific, I’d feel silly drinking alone. A bit of pineapple?”
He poured them both. Handed it to you and held out his glass before taking a sip before heading back to his chair. If he was having a rough day it really wasn’t showing. He always seemed in control. It was often irritating and annoying. You sipped your drink as you remained awkwardly placed on the edge of his desk. Especially considering where he was sitting now. “I apologize for having my secretary call you on such short notice. I just needed something soothing. He then stood up and rolled his dress shirt sleeve up a tad and then the other. His firm hand slid without hesitation up your leg. The *absolute* gall of him.
“I needed to decompress.” As his large but yet soft hand rode up and just under your skirt you thought about all of the women who worked in his office. The others he could have had sent up. Yet for some reason, at this moment and in this mood, he called for you. He didn’t raise his voice but firmly he commanded, “Unbutton that blouse for me. It will please me.” So enraged you were boiling. His hand now running on your inner thigh as his light blue eyes pierced through yours. His little wry smile cause a few wrinkles to appear in the corner of his eyes. He was used to getting exactly what he wanted and was acting as such.
A *very, very* small part of you caught yourself wanting to do what he said. To give him what he desired so badly. It angered you as his finger traced higher and grazed your upper, inner thigh. He lifted your skirt to reveal your lovely voluptuous thigh. His thumb rolling ever so closely to your lips. Revealing a peak of the crotch of your white panties. “Fine then. Not ready?” He grabbed a fistful of your hair with his other hand and until his fingers intertwined with your hair, his lips pecked at your collar bone until his he reached your neck. His other hand now up to your left breast. The ball of his thumb grazing your nipple.
“Mhmmmm, seems a bit….” It seems his inspection found something. “Tell me to stop. Tell me to…” His lips linger on your neck a few times. “…..stop.”
His hand now back between your legs. The back of his hand slightly spreading you open.
That’s when you see the bulge you’ve created in his grey dress pants. What you’ve done to him. You began to slowly unbutton. “Ah, yes. Much better.” He smiles. His finger moving your lace panties to the side and his thumb searching out your clit. Listening for any moan or intently watching for any facial tick. His thumb up and down on…..your wet lips. His other hand now cupping your chin, his thumb stroking your cheek, inches from your bottom lip.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j9uk4v/manhandled_and_taken
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