Dom boss catches employee in his office part 4

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When I enter the break-room the following day, a few staff members sit at a nearby table eating lunch. I’ve been a nervous wreck all morning, waiting for what’s to come. Did anyone see us through the window? And if they did, would Killian fire me for it? He hasn’t reached out to me. Not even an email asking how I’m healing from his punishment. I’m not sure what I expected. Just because my boss fucked me, doesn’t mean he’s going to suddenly treat me as anything other than his employee.

I pour myself a cup of coffee and rip open a packet of sugar. The door to the break-room opens, and I don’t have to look up to know who it is. I can feel him like a cold shade on a summer day. When I look up from my coffee, my pulse trips. His ebony eyes are rich in color like bitter dark chocolate. His dark brown hair is swept up and over, the sides neatly tucked behind his ears with precision. A shadow of stubble lines his sharp jaw that forms at perfect points, angling his face that looks like it’s been cut from the finest marble. He exudes confidence, dressed immaculately in a sleek black suit tailored to fit his tall frame, and paired with an onyx silk tie.

He saunters towards me with an air of authority that charges the room. An unsettling warmth fills my chest as a waft of his woodsy cologne invades my nose. Following his line of vision, his cold eyes travel down my body, assessing me. I’m wearing a white blouse and a beige pencil skirt that barely fits. If I were to bend over, the whole room would see…everything.

“Miss Andrews,” he says, his deep voice cutting through the room like a knife.

Picking up a thin straw, I stir my coffee to appear relaxed even though a blush is creeping across my face. “Mr. West,” I greet him sheepishly.

I raise my coffee to my mouth with trembling hands, but before I can take a sip, Killian takes it out of my grasp. “You’re a nervous mess, Jade. You don’t need any more coffee today.”

He sets the cup down on the counter, and steps around me, his dress shoes clicking against the hardwood floors, making my heart beat with anticipation. “Were you hoping to get my attention by wearing that tight skirt?”

I hold onto the counter to steady my shaky hands. “I had nothing else to wear.”

He chuckles darkly under his breath. “I can see your panty line, which means the other men in this office can too. Tsk tsk,” he clicks his tongue. “It seems I didn’t make myself clear yesterday when I told you that you’re mine.” He moves in closer and trails a finger up my thigh. “Perhaps I need to remind you what that means.”

I look around the room to make sure no one is watching us. One girl looks at me with an arched brow, but with one hard glare from Killian, she quickly turns her attention back to the table.

“Should I show your coworkers what an obedient little girl you are?”

“Killian…please. Not here,” I beg, keeping my voice down, so no one can hear me.

The corner of his lip tips up into a menacing smile. “That’s not the correct way to address me, sweetheart.”

Fuck.

“Sir, please—”

“Give me your panties.”

“What? No!” I whisper harshly.

He stares down at me, and I have the urge to seek refuge from his intimidating gaze.

“Now.”

I glance over my shoulder, but Killian shakes his head. “Don’t look at them, I want your eyes on me.”

My cheeks flush, and I nibble on my lip knowing how wrong it is to be this dirty at work but—fuck—my body is buzzing with excitement over the naughty exchange. With my body facing the counter, I slide my hand underneath the front of my skirt and quickly tug at my panties.

“Slowly,” Killian snaps.

A little bead of sweat caresses the side of my neck as I start sliding my thong down my hips to my thighs. My heart is pounding in my chest, knowing the table behind us could easily see what I’m doing, but I can’t look. I wouldn’t dare glance behind me with how Killian’s eyes are fixated on mine. When I manage to get my panties to the hem of my skirt, I shimmy my legs so my thong falls at my feet.

“Good girl. Now pick them up.”

I start to bed my knees, but Killian clicks his tongue in disapproval. “Not like that. Bend over and show everyone what a bad girl you were for wearing something that shows off what’s mine.”

My blood drains from my face. “But they’ll see me,” I hiss.

Killian’s face remains impassive. “Isn’t that what you wanted when you came into work wearing that tight fucking skirt?”

“I told you I—”

Before I can finish talking, Killian grabs my chin. “Stop talking,” he says, his voice whipping me like a belt. He hooks his thumb under my jaw, opening my mouth just enough for a gasp to slip past my lips. “I can find plenty of uses for your mouth, but speaking out of turn won’t be one of them.”

All the words I want to say are caught somewhere in the back of my throat when he slowly drags his thumb down my neck, pressing the slightest amount of pressure against my pulse.

His touch is a warning.

Killian leans so close to my face that the smell of the wintergreen mint on his breath burns the inside of my nose. “Now, bend that pretty ass over and pick up your panties. Show everyone how wet your cunt is for me.”

As soon as he releases me I do as I’m told. I bend over, feeling a cold draft caress my pussy that’s aching for Killian’s attention. When I stand up, he holds out his hand waiting for me to drop my panties into his palm. I suck in a sharp breath and pass him the white thong that’s embarrassingly damp from my arousal.

A satisfied smile lights up Killian’s face as he clenches the underwear in his hand. “Dirty girl. Your thong is completely drenched.”

My pussy is throbbing so hard that I squeeze my thighs together to give it relief. Killian’s dark eyes sweep over my body, and suddenly it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room. He turns his head, glaring at the table of workers who talk quietly amongst themselves.

“Out,” he says, his voice so eerily calm a chill rolls down my spine.

The workers look over at us confused, but they don’t say a word as they gather their belongings and stand up from their chairs. Killian walks behind them then locks the door after they leave.

Shit.

When he walks back towards me, I look down at his dress pants to see the hard outline of his cock. I don’t know what comes over me when I fall to my knees, but I need to feel him in my mouth. I want to taste him—to please him. I know I should leave, but something rotten inside me wants him—all of him.

“Are you going to beg me to fuck you, Jade?”

I tug at his belt buckle and loosen it. My pulse quickens in my throat as his eyes flicker wildly at me.

“Jade?”

I pull down his pants along with his black boxer briefs. When his cock springs out at me, I grab his shaft and press my lips to his tip, swirling my tongue around it as if it was his mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans, tilting his head back.

I start sucking him and take his cock as far back as it will go. My gag reflex reminds me that it’s there, but I push through it. He gathers my hair into a ponytail and tugs viciously as he begins thrusting. I dig my fingers into his thighs to keep my balance as he pushes himself in and out of my mouth. I try breathing through my nose, but I struggle to catch my breath as his pace gets faster—harder. It feels wrong to be doing this during work hours and it feels even worse that I’m enjoying it.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunts.

I use my hand to cup him, following his rhythm with his thrusts. My whole body is tingling with desire with how he’s looking at me, like he’s impressed. And it feels good to be wanted. For him to let me touch him the way I want. Letting me take control instead of him controlling me. I catch a glimpse of him between thrusts. My pink flesh is throbbing, but I won’t beg. No. I won’t give up my pride, not yet. With the way he’s destroying my throat maybe I won’t have to.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.” He gives my mouth a final thrust. “Swallow it.”

I feel his cock pump his salty seed onto my tongue. I swallow it quickly, trying not to gag as it travels down the back of my throat coating it thickly. I wipe my mouth and look up at him innocently.

Killian steps back and pushes his hair out of his face. “Get up and turn around.”

Holding onto the counter, I stand myself up. His breath against my sensitive skin is almost too much to bear as he starts tracing a line with his thumb from my ear down the curve of my neck to my chest. My nipple hardens as he grazes it with his finger.

“Were you a bad girl when you left the office last night? Did you go home and touch yourself after I fucked you?” he asks, pinching my nipple.

“Yes,” I groan, when he starts cupping my breast, his fingers firmly pressing into my skin.

“What were you thinking about when you were rubbing your pussy?”

“The pain from your belt and how I wanted more,” I admit, the heat from his hand is making me squirm and I feel desperate for his touch.

“Mmm of course you did, my greedy girl.”

He pulls my hair back so hard, my head is forced against his shoulder. His lips press against my ear, sending a shockwave through my body. “Deep breath, baby.”

A hard breath escapes my lips as he lets go of my hair and lifts up my skirt. Without warning he pushes himself into me with one hard thrust. Even though I’m wet, my pussy struggles to accept his length.

“It’s too big!”

“Take it.”

Killian pulls himself out then pushes himself back in, filling me up. A delicious spark of heat jolts in my core as his cock pumps in and out, my juices trickling down my leg.

“You wore that skirt because you wanted to show off your pussy, didn’t you? You wanted everyone to see what belongs to me,” he snarls, giving me a neck a hard bite.

“Yes,” I say, my breath caught in my throat as he drives his cock further into my core.

“You act so innocent, but you wanted to take off your panties so I could fuck you against this counter.”

“Yes,” I pant.

He leans into my ear, his lips brushing against my earlobes. “I’m going to be nice and fuck your needy cunt, but your ass is mine too, baby”

“What?” A sudden wave of panic buckles my knees.

He rubs my ass cheek and grazes his finger over my other entrance. “Do you need a safe word, Jade?” Killian tickles my entrance with the tip of his finger, then starts pushing his finger between my cheeks, but I stay silent.

“You filthy fucking girl,” he says in a pleased tone, plunging his finger all the way in.

“Killian!” I shriek.

He laughs and pulls his finger back out. “We’ll come back to that.” He parts my pulsing lips then slams his cock back inside me.

The sound of our bodies slapping against each other drowns out the sounds of my pleasurable cries. I close my eyes as he grabs my hips forcing me on my tip toes. I feel my eyes welling up with tears.

“This body? Mine. Your cum? All mine. I’m fucking you because I know your sweet little cunt needs to come. But if you wear something tight and revealing in my office again, I won’t be so generous. I’ll bring you so close to ecstasy, then take it away before you can ever reach it. I don’t share, Jade, and it’d be in your best interest to remember that.”

He’s pounding into my pussy so hard that my eyes are rolling to the back of my head.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You!”

He must feel me clenching around his cock because he pulls out of me slowly then pushes back in, repeating the motion until I’m whining for him to let me come.

“No, baby. You have to wait.”

“Please, sir. I want to come so bad. Please, let me come.”

He pushes down on my back so my face is smashed into the counter. “Tell me how much you need to come.”

“I need it. Please, sir. I’ll do anything…anything!” I groan as he drags the head of his cock back and forth through my folds.

“You’re going to regret saying that, sweetheart.”

He plunges into me hard, then fucks me rough and fast, my asscheeks bouncing with each thrust. His hand slides into my hair, wrapping my black strands around his fist.

“You’re going to be a good girl from now on, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What will happen if you misbehave?”

“You’ll punish me.”

“And what will you say?”

His balls slap against my ass as he continues pushing his cock in and out of my slippery cunt. I’m so close to coming, and I know I’m being careless by letting him fuck me without a condom again, but this is what Killian does to me.

He makes me reckless.

Killian grips my hair harder. “What will you say, Jade?”

“Thank you for punishing me, sir.”

“Good girl.” He lets go of my hair and holds onto my hips, slamming into me until I feel myself start to clench around him. “Fuck your pussy is gripping me so hard, baby.”

“Killian, please. Oh god. Oh god. Fuck!” I scream as I come, my pussy milking his cock until he pulls out of me and comes all over my ass.

**Since you guys wanted more from these characters, I’ll continue writing scenes for them. Would you be interested in reading from Killian’s perspective? Let me know in the comments! Thanks for reading :)**

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