“There you go,” he said. “That’s a good girl.”
He gently moved away from my pussy, leaving it suddenly feeling so naked and exposed but also so empty without him near it, and carefully cleaned up with some tissues. First his hand and then my pussy.
“I’m sorry, I- ”
“Don’t be sorry. You did what I told you to do. That’s your job. And you clearly needed it. You must have a lot of pent up energy.”
“You have no idea, sir,” I admitted, blushing even brighter.
“Well, let’s just see what we can do about that.”
I wondered what he meant, but I soon found out, because as he spoke he opened a drawer in his big desk and got out a vibrator. One of the fancy ones with the extra bit for clit stimulation. Starting it up, he tenderly spread my pussy lips and slipped it up inside me until it had all but disappeared, stopping only when he hit my hymen.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked, sounding impressed.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, the vibrator already doing its work on my pussy.
Paul lovingly worked the vibrator inside me, leaning me back and sucking my nipples as he fucked me with the toy. I could feel my pussy get even tighter around the toy and knew I was going to cum soon.
My prediction was right and before long I was writhing on the desk, coming all over the place, Paul playing my pussy like a virtuoso. I came hard, the toy deep inside me, Paul alternating his mouth between my hard nipples.
I had a feeling he was going easy on me. Partly because he knew I was a virgin. He really was quite kind. My vision actually blurred for a second, I was in such a state of bliss.
“There,” he said, letting go of the handle and sitting back in his chair.
His huge, hard cock was quite apparent in his expensive suit pants.
Was that it? I wondered, suddenly desperate to have him inside me instead of just the toy.
“Please sir,” I begged, my senses not quite returned, “please take my virginity. Fuck me. Hard.”
“No,” he said firmly.
“Why?” I asked.
“I want to break you in slowly. I want to savor the fact that you’re a virgin. What I like to do is not for the faint and I want to make sure you understand and consent before we go all the way into it. So to speak. Besides which, we have to get back to work.”
He then picked up the file I had brought and calmly and professionally started flipping through it, as though I wasn’t sitting naked and spread eagle on his desk, with a vibrator stuck deep up my little pink cunt.
“Please get dressed and go back to work.”
I was surprised at how quickly he could shift gears. He seemed to be making himself purposefully reserved and removed emotionally. Therefore, I told myself to be the same way, although it was easier said than done.
I did as he had ordered me to do, slowly removing the vibrator and putting my clothes back on, feeling confused emotionally but positively humming physically.
I wanted more!
I wasn’t sure I would be able to do everything he was into, my knowledge of BDSM being as tentative as it was limited, but I was certainly more than willing to try.
His hands and mouth had felt amazing on me and I could only imagine how his cock would feel.
I was ready to do anything my boss desired.
But unfortunately he didn’t seem ready to let me try.
Chapter Five
Paul
Day 2 of Lockdown
It was odd, sleeping on a couch. They were kind of like beds. They certainly weren’t less comfortable. The main thing throwing it all out of whack was the rise of the back and the arms. I had yet to find a way to sleep on a couch without waking up with a sore neck.
It was partly because I was nearly six foot seven. Which was often a curse as much as it was a blessing. Not least because it could make sex awkward. Particularly with the sort of petite but curvy women I most liked. Though, like with sleeping on the couch in my office, I always found a way to make it work. I was nothing if not resourceful.
I thought back on what I had done with Macy the night before. It had been amazing but also really dangerous. I could get into really hot water legally if I was caught doing that with her. Not least because of the massive position of power I had over her.
It was something that a dastardly lawyer could easily twist into coercion, even though she had been all for it. I should have known that better than anyone, having come up against more than my fair share of dastardly lawyers over the years.
There was also the ethical issue. I usually only played with women at the club. This was in no small part due to the fact that it was anonymous. There were things I wanted to do which were also the things they wanted done to them. We both got what we wanted with no complication or drama.