"Fuck," he said, and kissed my neck softly. "You are something else, little temp. How do you do this to me every time?"
I leaned back against him, feeling weak, my legs threatening to give out.
"I could ask you the same thing. Sir."
I felt him smiling against my shoulder.
"We have to clean up now. I have a meeting in 45 minutes. A meeting you'll be attending."
“Yes, Sir. I’m happy to serve.”
And I meant it.
***
“What?”
“You heard me perfectly well, Isa. Do I have to bend you over my knee, or will you obey?”
The thought of a good spanking didn’t sound much like a punishment, but I refused to be distracted.
“You want me to suck you off under your desk while you take your meeting?” I imagined it, my ni**les hardening beneath my bra. “Won’t we get caught?”
He grinned at me, tenting his fingers behind his desk. “Not if you’re quiet, as I instructed.”
I stared at him, at this powerful, apparently crazy man, who wanted to live out this sexual fantasy on company time. He ran a hand through his wavy hair, his eyes shining, full of excitement. I had to admit… the thought of doing something so damn wrong made me horny as hell.
Who was I turning into? This wasn’t like responsible old Isabeau, who always did things by the book; dependable Isabeau who always had a cool head and kept things under control. That girl didn’t do things like this. Not by a long shot.
But she also didn’t have a whole lot of fun, I thought. My sex throbbed deliciously in agreement.
“If you’re going to do this, we need to get ready. The meeting starts in ten minutes. If not, I’ll understand, but it will mean the end of our training today.”
His smile was gone, and he watched me with trepidation.
Oh, what the hell.
The old Isabeau would never have put her heart on the line to be with a man like this, either. Would never have dared to think she was worthy. Would never have trusted him when he said he wanted her to be his… Fuck the old Isabeau. In with the new!
“I’m ready, Sir.”
His face lit up, and a wave of affection surged through me. If I could make him smile like that, any risk was worth it.
“Then, lets get you out of those clothes, slave. I want you naked, handcuffed, and hungry for my cock.”
Oh, dear Lord. His words made my pu**y tingle beneath my skirt. I pressed my thighs together, trying not to squirm under that gaze.
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, and undid the clasp of my bra.
***
When the knock came on the door, I was crouched beneath the large, mohagany desk, shielded from view by the wooden front piece that went all the way down to the floor. My hands were secured behind my back with soft leather cuffs, and I was na**d from head to toe, my hair pulled back in a braid to keep it out of my face.
I tingled from my scalp all the way down to my toes in anticipation. Mr. Drake adjusted himself in his leather chair, unzipping his pants and freeing his hard on. It looked good enough to eat, and I leaned forward, eager to get started.
“Come in.”
The sounds of the door whispering open then clicking shut reached my ears as I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his length. I wanted to groan around him, but I did as I was told and kept silent, smirking to myself at the thought of what I was doing. It was just. So. Wrong.
And so deliciously exciting.
“How are you, Chase? Having a good day?”
I heard the creak of leather as the man sat down across from Mr. Drake. I laved the bottom of his erection slowly so I wouldn’t make any slurping noises. His c**k gave a little jump in my mouth, and I glowed inside, knowing how much he was loving this from his body’s reaction.
“You have no idea. You?”
“Good, good. But we didn’t come here to exchange pleasantries, did we?”
There was something very familiar about that voice. It had a sarcastic edge to it that I remembered from… somewhere. I relaxed my throat and leaned down, taking as much of him as I could into my mouth. Mr. Drake’s thigh tensed against the side of my face.
“Fair enough, Lex. What have you got for me?”
Lex. The business partner. I wondered what he’d think of Mr. Drake if he knew what was happening right under his nose. My pu**y leaked onto my thigh at the thought of him, just a couple of feet away, oblivious to the na**d woman sucking c**k beneath the desk.
There was a slap as a stack of paper fell onto the desk.
“Our projections look like they were wrong, Chase. Earnings were down, but not enough to worry about yet. It’s probably just the economy catching up to us.”
“How much… how much are we talking about?”
I suppressed a giggle under the desk. I’d just sucked one of his balls into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it before moving to the other, making him skip a beat. I was impressed that Mr. Drake was keeping it together so well. It felt like sweet revenge for making me wear that vibrator to his party. I never thought torturing him would feel so good. He did ask for it, after all.
“Like I said. It’s nothing to worry about. Here are the figures if you’d like to look through them later. We’re just down a percentage or two instead of the growth we’d hoped for.”
Mr. Drake grunted, either in displeasure at the news, or because I’d just taken his length all the way into my mouth again, and was busy quietly pumping up and down, running my tongue over the bottom ridge the whole way.
His hand reached down and grabbed my braid, holding me onto him. The tip of his c**k hit the back of my throat, and I breathed through my nose, willing myself not to gag. He tensed, and then he was cumming, his saltiness filling my mouth. I suppressed a groan and swallowed greedily, drinking him in.
“Thank you for gathering those numbers, Lex. If I have any questions, I’ll give you a call.”
Boy, was he smooth. He was cool as a cucumber, even after what felt to me like an intense orgasm.
There was a sharp rap at the door, then the sound of it swinging open before Mr. Drake could say ‘come in.’
“There you are, Chasey,” a female voice cooed. “Your secretary wasn’t out there, so I just let myself in. I hope I’m not interrupting.”
Chasey? I sat back, releasing Mr. Drake from between my lips, and listened hard.
“Veronica? What the hell are you doing here?”
The coldness of Mr. Drake’s tone made me relax a little. I just hoped he wouldn’t have to go anywhere, considering what we’d just been doing.