The Boss

He sat down on the edge of the bed and unbuttoned his trousers. ‘Over here, Mara, on your knees.’

She knelt between his legs, waiting obediently while he removed his erect cock from his underpants.

‘She’s going to suck my cock while you put the plug in,’ said the boss. ‘Lubricant is in the right-hand drawer. Let me know when it’s fully inserted.’

I blinked, a little nonplussed at the turn of events, but I retrieved the bottle of lube and went to sit on my heels behind Mara, who by now had a good mouthful of the boss’s rather large cock.

I parted her buttocks, seeking the tiny round hole I had the task of filling. Her cheeks were hot and obviously still sore, and her little rosebud quivered when I pressed my thumb against it. She was obviously well trained, though, because she kept her bum thrust out and didn’t try to clench or wriggle away from me.

I uncapped the lube and spread plenty on my fingertips, then I pushed them against the rosette, circling it delicately, getting closer and closer to the target. I felt a tiny pressure of resistance, then my forefinger eased inside. How tight she was. I thought she might suck my finger inside and hold it there, but I was able to pull it back with little trouble.

I applied a good squirt of lube to the plug and went to work on that next. I pushed it slowly and gently, rotating it until it began to slip in. As I pressed, then stopped, then pressed some more, she made scoffing noises, her mouth too stuffed to express her real reaction.

The boss was holding her by her hair, keeping her head low down. I wondered if she was deep-throating him. He looked pretty happy, at any event.

‘How … is it going?’ he rasped.

‘Nearly halfway in,’ I reported. ‘Just getting to that nice wide part.’

‘Keep that held there for as long as you can before you push in the rest,’ commanded the boss. ‘Make her feel it. Make sure she really feels how full and stretched she is.’

‘You’re the boss,’ I said. ‘Now, keep still, Mara, and be a good girl. You’re going to have a sore bum, but you won’t mind, will you? Because it’s what you deserve.’

I loved her little gasps of shock and amazement as I held the plug at the cruellest part. The boss shoved down hard on her head, fucking her mouth. She writhed at the hips and I took pity on her and pushed it all the way in, so that the flange sat between her cheeks, showing anyone who looked that her rear hole was occupied. How decadent it looked, with her striped scarlet bum cheeks on either side.

I wanted to touch myself again, but I knew better things were coming, so I held off.

‘Good,’ said the boss. ‘Off, Mara.’

He let go of her hair and released her mouth from his thrusting cock.

‘Now then, Kim, it’s up to you what you want to do with your clothes, but you need to lie down on the bed with your legs spread and your cunt available for Mara to lick. I’ll give you a moment …’

It barely took a moment. I threw myself eagerly on to the bed, pulled up my skirt, yanked off my knickers, layingmyself bare for Mara’s tongue.

Soon enough it was there, planted between my lips, while she breathed and stroked and licked like an expert, kissing my clit and pushing her fingers inside my cunt with such absorption that you would never realise she was getting fucked from behind all the while. Her face lay buried in the junction of my legs, building my arousal higher and higher, while the boss, still almost fully clothed, rose behind her like a giant, his tie flapping this way and that, his cheeks growing redder, his veins beginning to stand out on his forehead.

I was the first to come, melting blissfully into that hot, eager mouth. She didn’t withdraw her tongue, but kept on kissing my spread lips until she moaned into them, her own orgasm forced from her by the boss’s purposeful thrusts.

He held on a while longer, seeming to enjoy his view enough to want to prolong it, but eventually he too joined us in our post-coital haze, collapsing on top of Mara’s back with a roar.

‘Well, Kim,’ he said, once he had Mara over his lap to remove the plug. ‘Thank you so much for your input, but I hope we haven’t kept you from your duties.’

Oh. My duties. I should have finished polishing the silver in the drawing room ages ago.

‘Oh, right,’ I said, looking from him to her.

Mara smiled at me with lazy satiety. ‘That was awesome,’ she drawled. ‘We’ll come here again.’

‘I hope you do,’ I said, smoothing down my skirt. ‘I really hope so.’

Without him, next time.

‘Here’s my card,’ said the boss, handing it over.

It read: ‘J Barraclough. Professional disciplinarian and dom. All submissive tastes catered for.’

‘Oh! So you aren’t …?’

‘We have a purely business relationship,’ said Mara. ‘You can have my card too, if you want. Or just my mobile number.’

‘I’d like that.’

Leaving the room with Mara’s contact details, I praised whoever might be the patron saint of voyeurs. And, as I passed the bust of the old lord, I almost thought he winked at me.

Property Of

Sommer Marsden

‘Winona,’ he said. Just him saying my name sent a shiver up my spine. I turned a bit too fast and almost propelled myself out of my office chair. Which led to a nervous little titter.

Nice. Very sexy.

‘Mr Bennett,’ I said, nodding.

I wanted to look cool, but I felt like I was vibrating. How long would this last? I wondered.

He smiled as he put some papers neatly on top of his stack of folders. His suit was charcoal grey, his tie a navy blue, his shirt white. All very boring components that did nothing at all until you tied them all together by hanging them on a lean but muscular handsome man. A breath-stealing kind of handsome.

Trevor Bennett. My boss of all things.

‘Can you come into my office, please?’

The word ‘can’ was a joke. He meant: ‘Come into my office. Now.’

I nodded and cleared my throat. I had nothing to say, but he just made me feel that way. Like I had something stuck in my throat – maybe his cock. I bit my tongue to stop myself from laughing and then said softly, ‘Coffee?’

‘Already have some. We need to discuss tonight.’

Tonight? I had no idea, but I faked like I did and locked my computer. ‘Coming,’ I said.

That made him smile.

***

Trevor Bennett is a powerful man. He plays with money the way I used to play with dolls as a young girl. I followed him into his office, feeling like my legs were only a mirage. That they couldn’t actually support me. My spiffy black slingback heels tip-tapped on the hardwood floor. They are his favourite shoes. I wear them often. And often when I wear them, they are all that I am wearing.

Trevor indicated a seat and I took it, smoothing my skirt primly because I knew it made him think dirty things. It often made him do dirty things shortly after thinking them.