When I open the door to my boss’s office, I’m instantly hit with the smell of teakwood. I sit down in his chair, the cold leather soothes my hot skin as I open his drawers to find every piece of paper and paperclip in an orderly fashion. I pour the amber whisky from his drawer into a crystal tumbler and swirl the bottom before taking a sip and sigh. It’s smooth like honey but has that bite at the end. And something about drinking Killian’s whisky in his office makes me feel dangerously aroused.
Opening the very bottom drawer, I find a black tie that he must have taken off and forgotten about. I take the tie out of the drawer, and clench the cold silk in my hot palm. My sex starts pulsating and my blood rushes to my cheeks and cunt.
No.
Focus.
I came in here for a reason, not to play with my things. I set the tie down on top of the desk like it’s poisonous, and take another sip of whisky. I continue opening the rest of the drawers just to come out empty handed. Fuck. I lean my head back in Killian’s chair but my eyes wander back to the tie, wondering what it would feel like to have the smooth material rub against me.
I pull up my dress and grab the tie, slipping my hand into my underwear. The smooth silk feels heavenly against my hot clit, as I rub myself in small circles. My nipples press so hard against my dress that I have to pinch one of them to calm myself down. I bite down on my lip to muffle the sounds of my pants, picking up the pace. Faster. I start moving the silk against my clit—back and forth—back and forth—hitting that sweet spot just right that I lift my ass off his chair, my sweaty skin ripping away from the leather. A tingling sensation gathers at my center and I cry out when I come, not realizing someone has been standing at the door.
I quickly take my hand out of my underwear, and hide the black tie underneath the desk in a clenched fist. The hallway light narrows, my heart sinks to the pit of the stomach when I hear the door shut and lock.
“What are you doing in my office, Jade?” Killian asks, his tone low and even. He takes a step into the room, wearing blacks slacks and a white dress shirt. Even in simple dress clothes, he’s as handsome and tempting as the devil.
“I was dropping off paperwork,” I rasp, my heart pounding in my throat from the intense orgasm that just ripped through my body and left me for dead.
He arches a brow. “Does dropping off paper work also mean fucking yourself in my chair?”
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I breathe in the air that’s thick with my musk. My body feels like it’s on pins and needles hearing his dress shoes click against the floor as he stalks towards me. When he steps towards the very edge of the desk, I quickly try hiding my hand with the soiled tie, but he catches my arm.
“What’s this?” He pries my hand open to find his tie bunched up in my palm. Snatching the tie out of my hand, he brings it up to his nose and breathes in deeply. “Were you using my tie to fuck yourself?”
“Yes,” I say, my breath barely slipping past my lips, while his are rough and rugged.
He inspects the wet stain from my arousal. “You’ve ruined it.”
“Killian—” I start to say until he slips a finger underneath the strap of my thong then snaps if hard against my skin.
He tosses the tie in my lap. “Show me how you were fucking yourself with my tie.”
My heart stutters at his proposal. “What?”
“I won’t say it again.”
Heat rises to my cheeks as I feel a spasm between my thighs, staring into his eyes that have an unsettling hunger. My mouth is too parched to speak as his body moves closer to mine.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Jade,” he says, his voice sharp with impatience.
My heartbeat is pounding so loudly it echoes in my ears. His forehead creases harshly as he watches me wrap his tie around my hand. Sliding the silky tie into my underwear, I rub myself in slow circles, craning my neck all the way back so that my head rests against his chair.
“Move your thong to the side so I can see you,” he demands.
I tug my thong that’s hiding my pink flesh and expose myself to him feeling my whole body tingle with excitement. He takes a step closer, his eyes watching my tie work my throbbing knot. “You have a beautiful pussy, Jade, but you came into my office and used my things without my permission.”
“Killian,” I pant, rubbing myself faster, my chest rising and falling with each new whimper until he grabs my mouth, pressing into my cheeks firmly with the pads of his fingers.
“Are you sorry for ruining my tie?”
I shake my head, working my hand faster feeling my arousal drip down my thigh onto the chair.
He clicks his tongue. “What am I going to do with you, hmm?”
I’m so drunk on lust the words come out before I can stop them. “Whatever you want.”
A grin tugs at his lips but he doesn’t let it free. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re going to regret saying that.” He crouches down in front of me, slowly pulling my thong down my legs stuffing it into his back pocket.
I sink my teeth deeper into my bottom lip as he pulls my tingling lips apart, fixating on my swollen sex. He trails a finger along my slit and I let out a desperate moan.
“So, wet,” he murmurs.
“Please—” I groan when he pulls his finger away.
He swipes my lip with his wet thumb making my heart pound erratically against my chest. “What’s wrong, Jade?”’
I whimper, licking my lust off his thumb. “Touch me.”
His dark eyes bore into mine as a devilish grin lifts the corner of his lips. He quickly grabs my hand from my pussy, bringing my orgasm to a halt. “You are going to watch me, like I had to watch you.”
I try to scoot my pelvis against the leather chair to give my clit some release, but he slaps my thighs hard with his palms. “No,” he scolds. “You already came once tonight without my permission.”
Taking the soaked tie, he places it partially in my mouth, then wraps it around my head. I go to touch him, but he stops me by grabbing onto my wrists firmly. I bite down on the tie since I can’t pout and that makes him smile.
A beautiful, delicious, picturesque smile.
“You’re going to sit on your hands.” He lifts the back of my thighs, waiting patiently for me to slide my hands underneath them. “If you try to touch yourself, there will be consequences.”
I swallow, barely able to contain the heat that’s building so quickly in my core I feel like I’m going to explode. He steps back, straightening his posture and unzips himself. He whips out his cock—all eight inches of it. My mouth goes dry, staring at his thick veins and the purple hues shading his swollen head. A wave of dirty and shameful lust falls over me as I stare at the bead of pearly precum that’s teasing me.
Killian must see my struggle as I try to reposition myself in the chair because he says, “If you move your hands, you’re not going to like where I put them.”
I marvel at the way his statuesque body stands tall and strong as his forearm jerks his length. I lean subtly forward against the leather chair to put pressure on my clit but I stop when I hear the click of his tongue. “Tsk tsk. You stay put.”
Whining in frustration, I lean back into the chair. His eyes narrow into slits as he grips his angry flesh. “Now you know what it feels like to watch you fuck yourself. How hard it is for me to leave you alone at work when all I want to do is fuck you like you deserved to be fucked.”
Killian starts tightening his fist around his erection, picking up his pace. He steps towards me and after a few more tugs he releases his seed all over my dress. I groan, wishing I could taste his cum dripping down his cock. Killian buttons his pants but leaves his belt unbuckled. He reaches behind my head and unties the silk tie.
“Stand up,” he says, his voice sharp with impatience.
“What?” I croak.
“You heard me, Jade.”
As soon as I stand up he turns me around and shoves me into the desk.
“What are you doing?” I ask, sucking in a sharp breath when I feel something wet and silky wrap around my wrists.
I feel his pants brush against the back of my legs and his warm breath caress my neck. “Tell me the real reason why you’re in my office,” he says in a low and gravelly voice.
“I was dropping off paperwork,” I say with a shaky breath.
He tsks and the sound of it makes my pulse trip. “I know when you’re lying, Jade.”
“I’m not lying,” I say, but my trembling voice gives me away.
Killian forcefully presses on my back so that my chest is flush with his desk. I hear the swoosh of his belt come off his pants, making my stomach acid churn.
“What are you doing?” I try bucking Killian off me, but he snakes an arm around my collar bone to hold me still.
“I’m going to punish you for lying.”
He winds the belt back and a white hot sting hits my ass cheek. I scream from the searing pain shooting across my skin.
Holyfuckingshit.
Killian just whipped me
“Fuck!” I yell through gritted teeth, ignoring my confused pussy that’s clenching with each new lash.
He whips me a second time so hard I jolt forward. “Don’t act like you don’t like this—your pussy is dripping, Jade.”
Closing my eyes tightly, I listen to his grunts and pants as he continues his assault on my tender ass and somehow—somehow my stomach flutters. But it’s not a light, dreamy, or a romantic flutter. No. It’s a deep, consuming desire.
“You’ve demanded my attention for weeks and now that you have it you don’t want it?” Killian growls.
“I—I—don’t know!” I wail. My thighs are quivering, my ass is humming as the leather belt licks my skin. I’m turned on, even though I should be mortified.
“You had to keep fucking pushing me. You want to be defiled and spent by my hands? So be it.”
Another lash hits my burning cheeks making me bite down so hard I taste blood. Tears spill down the sides of my face as I grip onto the counter to keep my trembling body steady.
“Please,” I choke out but I’m not sure what I’m begging for. For him to stop? Or for him to do it again.
“Have you had enough?” Killian asks, his voice so cold it sends shivers down my spine. I nod my head in response and let out a soft whimper.
Suddenly, I don’t even feel the burning sensation. I feel numb. Sedated even. He whips my ass two more times before I hear his belt drop to the floor. I flinch when he grabs my tender flesh and gently starts kneading the aching skin. His hands feel like water dousing out a fire as he massages me with attentive care. I haven’t been with a man who’s given me aftercare before, usually they leave unannounced, but Killian’s strong hands are giving me just the right amount of pressure to sooth the pain. Instinctively, I lean into him as he tends to my fresh wounds.
**This should have been part 1 before my previous post. If you want to read more let me know, I have 2 other parts I can post including his pleasure**
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n019rb/dom_boss_catches_employee_in_his_office_part_1
Really good. Hope you post the second part!