Confused, she watched as he shut the door after them. Was he locking it?
“Sit down, Megan,” he said, pulling up a chair for her, directly across from where he sat- legs sprawled out in the pose of a confident alpha. She obeyed, waiting for explanation.
“We need to talk about your professional conduct, as it were.” he said dryly, now staring directly at her cleavage. She breathed in deeply, not sure what was coming.
“Why do you think that is?”
“Well, I know you keep seeing me on my phone. I swear, I’m not on it all the time- I just like listening to podcasts while I-”
“Stop,” he cut her off simply. “We can’t have a conversation about professional conduct while you’re wearing that dress, heaving every time I ask you a question. The fact that you thought it was acceptable to wear here shows a serious lack of judgment. Take it off. Now.”
She panicked- but she wasn’t just nervous from confusion anymore. The hot, pulsing spot between her legs was starting to betray her and she couldn’t have him see that. She was wearing a black thong, and he would see if he looked even from a distance. How long had she fantasized about him?
“Did you hear me?” He pulled her out of her daze.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, taking off her cardigan an unzipping herself from the form flattering dress. She didn’t see it, but old fashioned title coming out of her mouth pleased him on a deep, visceral level, and started to make him hard without one touch.
A moment of silence passed. “Walk towards me, and get across my lap.”
Eyes wide again, she followed her boss’ order.
“Don’t even think about arguing or going to HR,” he said. “You brought this on yourself. And nobody’s going to hear you in here.” Without anther second pausing, he brought his right hand down on her ass, left hand holding her in place.
“You think it’s okay to be on your phone every time I walk by? This is a place of business, not high school,” he said, obvious restraint tugging at his voice. “Do you understand that?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said as he spanked her ass over and over, painfully. It stung so much, that she started to wince.
“Don’t you make a sound or complain once, little girl. You wear this revealing shit in my office and act like you can do whatever you want-”
“No, I don’t,” she finally argued. “I don’t-”
“What the fuck did you just say to me? Get off of me. Face the fucking wall. Now.”
She scampered off immediately, placing her hands on the wall and facing away from him.
“You disrespect my office and then you lie to me. Don’t move a muscle, little girl.”
“I’m not a girl,” she said, frustrated.
“You’re not? You’re about to tell me you’re a woman, carrying on like this?”
She felt the touch of rough skin against the tiny, thin fabric of the thong against her pulsating cunt.
“Are you really going to lie to me when you’re like this? Do I need to make you take these off and smell how wet you are?”
“No, Sir,” she said, desperately trying to hang on to what dignity she had left.
His perfectly pressed khakis became slightly more pressed than before, and if she was facing him, she definitely would have noticed this time.
“You’re right,” he said. “I don’t need to take this slutty bullshit off to do this.”
She heard a clicking and un-clicking noise, like a pen opening and closing. And then she felt it. It was a pen opening and closing. He had slid a closed ballpoint pen up her wet cunt, her underwear too skimpy to offer any resistance.
“You wanton fucking whore,” he said in her ear. “You see how easily it goes inside you?”
He pushed it further and deeper inside her, her dripping wet pussy accepting it eagerly, wishing it was something else but not caring enough to fight or speak.
“Is this what you want?” He asked.
“No,” she pleaded, half lie and half truth. “What is it that you want, then?” He shoved the pen hard now, enough to make her cry out.
“I- I don’t want a pen inside me,” she said. He laughed.
“You have two options. One, I fuck you with whatever I want. Pens, staplers, highlighters, white out. Your desperate cunt will take anything I want.” She gulped, knowing it was true. “Second, you take that bra off and show me what you’ve been teasing me all day with like the whore you are, and I’ll spare you the objects.”
