He was smiling knowingly, watching her squeeze her legs together beneath that skin tight skirt. If she thought the slut gear was lost on him she was mistaken. Those shoes were a pair he had admired on his favorite toy supply website. She liked quality things, the welded bangles on each wrist further attested to her womanhood. He pictured her with a collar on, the ring hanging heavily in the little hollow between her collarbones. He wanted to sink his teeth in there, bruising her, owning her. Further imagining spreading her thighs with his leg, knocking her feet apart with short controlled kicks. She turned slightly in her chair reaching towards the floor, her tits straining against the fabric of her shirt. It must be silk he thought, but her camisole couldn’t hide the outline of a metal ring through her nipple. He grew even harder shifting uncomfortably in his chair. She stood with her hand out offering a shake, both pierced nipples proving his next questioning thought. Stifling a deep growl, he stood and grasped her hand warmly a little more firmly than necessary, his eyes like lasers on her chest watching the response. She turned to leave and a questioning “Hmm” left his mouth. She passed a hand over the back of her skirt, head dropping in shame, her other hand on the doorknob. He moved around the front of his desk holding the door shut with his foot. “Am I making you wet?”
She backed away slowly stuttering, but staring into his eyes brazenly. Heat that could melt an ice burg burning into him, she parted her legs and stood firmly. He reached for her wrist running a finger on the inside of the cuff; she groaned inwardly, how could she have forgotten to slip these off. She tried to pull her arm away, and he countered the movement by pulling her more firmly towards himself. She stumbled a little the doorknob released and forgotten, into his chest; even with her heels on he was taller. His lips brushing the bridge of her nose, inhaling deeply the scent uniquely hers. “We can’t do this here Sir, in your office, the receptionist just down the hall.” His laugh vibrated through him into her, connecting them intimately. “What will we be doing here exactly my pet?” He leaned back pulling her with him on top of the desk; she panicked a little trying to push away. “Be still now.” He ordered, “I’m just letting the girl know to clear my afternoon.” She relaxed against him, his arms wrapped around her binding their bodies tightly together. He paused half reclined, her skirt riding higher on parted thighs. Exposing lacey tops and clipped ribbons, his arms released leaving her clutching him in startled response. Pushing her skirt the rest of the way up following the direction of the ribbons.
He wrapped his hand in her hair pulling back sharply exposing her tender neck, she whimpered quietly as he whispered near her ear. “I didn’t know I was hiring a slut while I was at it. As long as we are alone you call me Master. Understood?” Her legs continued to part as she settled over his thighs, he could feel her heat, her wetness greeting him. Inviting him inside, it immediately seeped into his pants; she drove her hips down onto his throbbing member. “Yes, Master I understand.” Gasping at the connection with his slacks, his hands holding the cheeks of her ass, halfway out of the skirt that was tight at her hips. She continued to cling to him as he pulled her short blazer off and threw it to the floor. Riding the waves of sensations that passed through the both of them, he tugged roughly marring the fabric of her delicate shirt. One button then two popping off at his insistent pulling. “Ill buy you a new one pet, maybe without these damn ruffles. I want to see those rings pressing against your shirt when your nipples get hard for me.” He stood with her straddling him and lay her on the desk gently cradling her head and back. Climbing onto the desk with her, between her beckoning thighs he pinned her with his body. She reached between them unzipping his pants, gasping at the full length of him.
He put a hand over her mouth pushing down as his recently freed manhood pushed urgently against her opening. He hit the button on his desk phone, Please .thrust. Clear .withdraw. My .thrust. Afternoon .withdraw. Then ripped the phone from the wall tossing it into the corner. Pulling completely out of her, “You are so tight.” Hard into her again and she writhed on the desk panting. “Scream if you need pet, when I built this place I made sure this room was sound proof.” She nodded tears pooling in the corner of her eyes slipping out to tickle her ears. He pulled her bra down and flicked the small ring with his thumb groaning as he buried himself inside of her pulling tunnel. She let out a low animal noise, as he stood off the side of the desk, pulling her legs up onto his shoulders. He pounded her relentlessly pulling on her rings as she screamed. His earlier vision closely realized as her glistening lips begged, “Master please, may I cum.”