At least I had chosen the one with a heavier, more durable material.
Decked out in my suit of power, I headed out of the office and down to the receptionist lounge, something special secreted in my briefcase. I whistled a happy tune as I went, in no way hampered by my massive hardon.
“Good news,” I said to Macy, who was sitting at her post like the good girl she was.
“What’s that, sir?”
“I just got a text from the other side. They are willing to settle without the need for a trial. They are also doing a complete recall.”
“Oh, good!” she said, knowing I had been hoping to check he would win the case and strike a blow for justice.
“There is no more work to do, my little pet,” I said, changing my tone.
“Oh.”
“Just fun,” I said, coming up behind her and stroking the back of her neck.
She shuddered with what I recognized as pleasure.
“Yes, sir.”
“I thought we could celebrate.”
“How so, boss?”
“Well, first, I am going to fuck you rough. You are broken in now and should be able to handle it. Then, I am going to pop your anal cherry.”
I could feel her stiffen at the mention of her anal cherry. I could tell that she really wanted it. I did too, which was why I had put her through such rigorous ass training. So I wouldn’t hurt her when the big day finally came.
“I also have another surprise,” I said, putting my case on the desk.
“Oh, what’s that, sir?”
I opened the case and showed her the ropes— silk, of course— that I was going to use to tie her down to her desk while I had my way with her.
“Strip,” I ordered.
Quick as you please, Macy was completely naked, waiting for what I wanted her to do next. I went over and inspected her thoroughly. She had clearly had another shower. Her pussy and her ass were squeaky clean.
“Good girl,” I said, gently cupping her pussy.
Guiding her around to the other side of the desk by pulling on her pussy lips, I bent her over it. When she was in position, I took her by one ankle and then the other, spreading her legs as wide as they would comfortably go before tying her ankle to the front legs of the desk.
Running my hand up her bare back, I moved around to the other side of the desk and did the same with her arms, securing her by the wrists to the back of her legs. I took a moment just to admire the beauty of her position. I really did have her right where I wanted her: tied up, spread wide and ready for me to have my way with her.
I got the butt plug from the drawer where she kept it while not wearing it and the bottle of lube too. Kneeling behind her, I slowly licked her pussy, going all the way up over her asshole with each long, tender lap of my tongue.
When she was ready, I lubed up both Macy and the but plug, sliding it carefully into her prepared asshole, encountering a lot less resistance than I had before. The anal training clearly having done its job.
Working the butt plug into place, I stood up behind Macy, dripping my pants. Working her pussy a bit more with my fingers, I worked my cock into her tight little pussy. She wasn’t a virgin anymore, but she was still super tight and tender. I was tempted to go all the way in but then thought better of it, stopping at halfway.
Giving her a moment to get used to being so full, I started to move, taking her firmly by the hips, holding her absolutely still as I pumped her sweet little cunt, Macy moaning loudly as I did so.
Her moans turned to screams as I picked up the pace, fucking her harder and harder until I was slamming her up against the desk, using one of my hands to carefully pull back on her ponytail.
A lot of people didn’t really appreciate how difficult proper hair pulling was. Not only could it hurt in a bad way, there was also a serious risk of neck injury if done too hard or in the wrong way. I had been in the BDSM lifestyle for a good three years before I even attempted it. Macy seemed to appreciate my dedication, shouting even louder as I pummeled her.
“You like that, Pet?”
“Yes, sir!” she screamed.
I loved it too. It was by far the best sex I had ever had and I wanted so much more, even after the lockdown was lifted. I wanted to tell her but couldn’t find a way that didn’t feel weak. Every way I could think to say it seemed so pathetic.
“You want it harder?”
“Yes!”
“Yes what?” I demanded spanking her hard enough to leave a handprint.