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I slammed the door to the house and muttered a few choice words after getting home from my nine to five piece of shit job irritated by the course of events that I had encountered that day.
What was I going to do? I needed to find a new job desperately, but the job market in the city I lived in was shit.
My husband wasn’t home from work yet, so I decided to do some job searching. After doing nearly an hour of searching on several job seeker sites I was coming up empty. Feeling defeated I logged onto one of my social media accounts and noticed a post from a guy that I had gone to school with. I knew that he knew people throughout the city and while I had been tempted to message him before I never had because he had been quite the douche bag in high school. Before I could think about it too much I clicked on his page and sent him a quick message.
“Hey Kyle, I was wondering if you knew of anyone that was looking for an administrative assistant or something similar. I’m currently employed, but I’m looking for something different. I hope you’re doing well. Regards, Eva.”
I clicked send and didn’t give it another thought.
About a half hour later my phone buzzed indicating that I had a message. When I looked at it I nearly fainted.
“Eva, good to hear from you, I am doing well, thank you for asking. I may have a job for you; I’d like to meet you for coffee tomorrow to discuss it. Are you free after five? We can meet at Java Joe’s over on Main Street. Regards, Kyle”
“Kyle, that sounds great. I can be there by five-thirty depending on traffic. Regards, Eva.”
I trembled slightly; it had been years since I’d seen Kyle. He was impossibly good looking in high school, and knew it. His Italian year round tanned skin was a stark contrast to the pale and pasty tones that flitted around the school. We didn’t hang out in high school so when he had sent me a friend request several years ago, I was floored.
I clicked on his page and scrolled through his pictures, he had gotten better with age. I was feeling anxious now about meeting him for coffee now, I shouldn’t be nervous, I was a happily married woman; but I seriously couldn’t help it.
“Hi hun,” my husband said greeting me with a kiss, “how was your day?”
“Rough, same shit different day, but I may have found another job. I’m meeting with a former classmate tomorrow after work.”
“Oh, what kind of job is it?”
“Well it sounds like it’s an administrative assistant position; we’re going to iron out details tomorrow I think.”
“Sounds good, what’s her name?”
“Um, his name is Kyle.”
“Um, ok, what kind of work does Kyle do?
“He buys houses and flips them.”
“Interesting,”
We went about my evening, I revamped my resume and laid out what I was going to wear the next day and tried to sleep without thinking about Kyle.
The next day at work was even more nightmarish than the one before. By the time five o’clock rolled around I was sprinting for the door.
I arrived at the coffee shop just minutes before five-thirty and he was already there looking impossibly gorgeous. The closer to the table I got the more nervous I became. He was in a pair of dark washed jeans and a black turtleneck sweater, his jet black hair was slightly messy and black glasses framed his face.
“Eva,” he said standing as I reached the table, “good to see you,” he took my hand and pulled me close kissing me on the cheek near my ear; my heart skipped a beat.
“Hello Kyle,” I said clearing my throat slightly, “good to see you too.”
“Can I get you something to drink?”
“Um, a decaf white mocha would be great,” I said reaching for my purse.
His hand went and closed over mine, “It’s on me.”
I trembled slightly at the second contact. What’s wrong with me? I’m a married woman, and I’m acting as if this is a date not and not an interview.
He walked to the front and I turned and watched as he walked away. He definitely had gotten better with age and I was even more nervous about working for him and seeing him every day.
“Looks like you had a long day,” he said returning with not only our drinks but a piece of peanut-butter pie.
“You have no idea.” I mumbled sipping at the drink.
“Here, have some,” he said pushing the plate towards me.
My green eyes looked up into his deep brown ones and I couldn’t help but lick my lips thinking how incredible it would be to have his eyes looking down at me while I serviced his cock.
“Thank you, it looks delicious.”
“As do you,” he said moving his chair so he was sitting right beside me instead of across from me.
I blushed bright red and he chuckled softly.
“So about this job,” he said quietly opening his messenger bag and pulling out a manila folder, “it’s really a two-fold deal. I need a personal assistant, someone to answer phones and go through mail and whatnot,”
“Ok, and the second part?”
He slid the folder over to me and placed a hand on my knee sliding it up the hem of my skirt slightly. I couldn’t help but jump at the contact.
“Kyle I’m a married woman.”
“I know, and don’t care,” he said, “read the contents of the folder.”
My jaw dropped as I pulled out what looked like a contract. I saw words like restraints, paddles, plugs and clamps.
“What the hell?” I hissed pushing his hand off my leg.
“I told you the job was two-fold. A personal assistant, the second part is being my submissive; you do know what that is don’t you?”
“Yes, I’m aware of the terminology. Why do you think I’d agree to this?”
“You hate your job, you’re desperate for something different and I want to fuck you silly,”
“I’m married.”
“I know,” his hand went back to my knee and he stroked my thigh with his thumb.
“Oh hell,” I hissed, “what’s the pay?”
He smirked at me before quoting a number that made my jaw drop. It was nearly double what I was making now.
“The submissive contract lasts a year. After that you can decide if you continue with that or not.”
“And if I say no to the submissive thing?”
“The administrative assistant position pays twenty-two thousand a year.” His dark brown eyes bore into mine. It almost half of what I made currently, he had me by the proverbial balls and he knew it.
“What about after a year? Will the pay diminish after the submissive contract is over?”
“No, that will stay the same. I need an answer rather quickly Eva,” he said moving his hand higher on my leg, his thumb stroking the skin gently.
“If I agree to this, I have a few demands of my own.”
“Such as?” he said his hand sliding even higher, smiling as he came in contact with the lacy trim of my thigh highs.
“You absolutely cannot leave marks on my body, no bruises, nothing. I will be your submissive only during working hours, and you will pay for benefits for both me and my husband starting the first day I start working for you and continuing until I leave, will there be actual sexual contact?”
He smiled and leaned closer, “You know how to play hardball, I like that,” he slid his hand even higher and brushed his finger against the fabric of my panties, he laughed softly when he found them damp, “how long have you been wet like this Eva? Since I brought up the contract? Since I kissed your cheek? Or since you decided that you were going to message me and see if I knew of anyone hiring? I’ll just bet that it’s all three, but you’ve gotten subsequently wetter as time passed. I’ll agree to pay for insurance for you and your husband. And I will agree to not leave visible marks on your body while you are under the contract. As for being my submissive only during working hours, well your working hours are subjective, I may need you during hours that are not regular working hours. And abso-fucking-lutely there will be actual sexual contact, I told you I wanted to fuck you and I’ll just bet your sex life right now is pretty dull. You need this as much as you need the job. Are we in agreement?”
I quickly dropped my head and reviewed the contract again while his hand continued to slide his hand up and down my leg.
“How in the world am I supposed to have sex with you and still have a relationship with my husband?”
“You’re a smart girl and a resourceful girl, you’ll figure it out. So are we in agreement?”
I nodded and he presented a pen for me to sign the contract.
“Good girl,” he whispered into my ear before brushing the hair back and pressing his lips to my neck, “now take off our panties and give them to me.”
“Here?” I gasped.
“Yes, here, now,” he said running his tongue along the rim of my ear before biting the lobe hard.
A shiver went up my spine at the contact, trembling slightly I glance around to make sure nobody was looking and slid my hands up under my skirt to remove the now saturated fabric. I hand him the scrap of fabric, he brought them to his nose and smelled them before he placed them in his messenger bag and handed me a phone.
“This is your work phone; you will answer it whenever it rings. If I call I expect you to answer or at the very least return my call if you are otherwise incapacitated. Do you understand?”
“Yes Kyle, I understand.”
“And another thing you will call me Mr. Parker, Daddy or Sir.”
“You’ve got to be joking.”
He grabs my chin with his hand and pulls me close and made me to look him in the eye.
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“No,” I stammered.
“No, what?” he hissed.
“No, Mr. Parker, you don’t look like you’re joking.” I whispered softly.
“Better Eva, much better, now come with me, I’d like to show you the office.”
I nod but indicate that I need to notify my husband that I’ll be later than I expected. I give him a quick call and follow him.
“Shall I drive separately?” I ask as I reach my car.
“No, I’ll bring you back here,” he said guiding me over to his car and opening the passenger door to let me in.
We drove to the office building in silence, his right hand between my legs touching me intimately. I’m moaning softly and he just chuckles as he slid his fingers deeper into me.
Within minutes we’re in front of a huge building and he licks his fingers clean before guiding me to a private elevator that he explains goes directly his floor and subsequently his office.
“Wow, this is beautiful,” I exclaim as we walk in, I set my purse down and walk over to the wall of windows and look out, “not crazy about being so high up, but this is exquisite.”
“As are you,” he says coming up behind me, pulling me firmly against him.
I can feel his erection against the small of my back and I can’t help but whimper slightly.
“What is it Eva?” he drops his head and presses a kiss against my neck.
“This is so wrong,” I moan as one of his hands slide under my skirt and he strokes me deftly making my clit ache as if it had never known a man’s touch.
“No, it’s so right,” he whispers, his other hand sliding into the top of my shirt and under my bra, “well, what do we have here,” he whispers, “pierced? Aren’t you naughty; is the other one pierced too?”
“Yes,” I moan as he rolls the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Yes what?”
“Yes Mr. Parker.” I moan and rock my hips against his hand.
“How many times have you gotten yourself off thinking about me? I know you had a thing for me in high school, and I’ve seen your comments on the pictures I’ve posted. I just want to know how many times you’ve fucked yourself with your fingers or other things,” his mouth is close to my ear, his breath warm and hot against my neck as he kisses me.
I don’t answer immediately I can’t think straight.
“By your silence I’ll take that to mean it’s a lot and you’re embarrassed. More than ten times; how about an easier question, how many times since yesterday have you thought about me sliding my cock into this beautifully tight pussy that I now own.”
I moan as his fingers leave my snatch and he brings the fingers up to his mouth, which is still near my ear.
“Holy mother of god,” he hisses as he licks his fingers, “you’re delicious, just like I said before, have you ever tasted yourself?”
“Yes Sir, I have,”
He turns me to face him and my breathing is hitched as he slowly unbuttons my blouse exposing my lacy bra, his head dips again as he sucks on my left breast. My hands tentatively go to the back of his head, but drop when I wonder if it’s ok to hold him against me.
“You like this baby girl, don’t you?” he murmurs against me as his teeth tug gently at the barbell that passes through the center of my nipple.
I moan softly and slide one hand to the back of his head my fingers running through his hair. He growls appreciatively and transfers his attention to the other breast.
“Kyle,” I moan softly, “please.”
His hand cracks hard against my ass.
“What did you call me?”
“I’m sorry I forgot Sir,”
“Too late, follow me,” he stands and guides me over to a huge oak desk, “bend at the waist, elbows on the desk.”
“What, why?”
“Because I said so, do it now.”
I lean forward and brace myself on my elbows.
“Legs spread.”
Without knowing why I comply immediately.
“Typically I would do this with my belt, but since you’re new at this, I’ll use my hand, understood?”
“What are you going to do Sir?” already knowing the answer.
“Why give you a spanking, I think that three swats is a good start.”
His hands lift my skirt exposing my ass.
“Goddamn, your ass is perfect, has your husband or anyone ever fucked your ass?” he caresses it gently.
“No, Mr. Parker.” I moan softly at his touch, already setting me on fire.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, three swift swats to my ass and I moan after each one.
“You liked that didn’t you?”
“Yes Sir,”
“How wet did it make you? Why don’t you reach down and tell me?”
I tentatively slide my right hand from the desk and ease a finger into my core, I whimper softly as I find my pussy dripping, I suddenly can’t stop fingering myself, forgetting that he’s there watching, I add a second and then a third finger stroking myself intimately.
“You like finger fucking yourself don’t you my little slut,” I feel him move next to me sliding his hand across my ass, “would you like a finger in your ass too?” he doesn’t wait for me to respond, he slides his index finger in one knuckle deep.
I whimper as he eases it in further, and groan as he presses a kiss to my neck.
“God you’re sexy as hell,” he murmurs, “I should wait until you actually start working for me, but I don’t want to.”
He picks me up and sets me on the desk.
“Do you wax or shave,” he asks as he sits in front of me inspecting my pussy only a breath away, his fingers gently stroking my outer lips.
“Wax,” I manage to mutter.
“Good girl,” he leans in and inhales, “fuck, you smell amazing, do you it when someone kisses you here?” he slides a finger along the slit from the crease of my ass to my clit.
“Yes,” I manage to moan, “very much.”
“Good, there’s going to be a lot of that,” he says a moment before he spreads the lips of my pussy and flicks his tongue against my clit.
I gasp as he sucks on my clit and slides two fingers into my core.
“Goddamn it, you’re beyond delicious Eva. Does your husband do this for you?”
“Not often,” I gasp.
“Not often what?”
I groan softly as his tongue reeks havoc on my snatch.
“Not often Mr. Parker.”
“That’s my good girl, when can you start working for Daddy?” he backs off and unbuttons his jeans, slowly allowing them to drop to his feet.
“I need to give my notice at work so two weeks.”
“You’re already unofficially working for me. I want to see you for at least an hour each night before you officially start.” His hand slides along his semi-hard shaft and I u*********sly lick my lips, “You like what you see Eva?”
“Yes Sir, very much, may I…” I trail off my face turning red.
“May you what Eva? Do you want to suck it?”
“Please?”
Kyle smiles as he nods. I slide from the desk and kneel in front of him. His length is impressive a good eight and a half inches and he wasn’t even fully erect yet. I wet my lips and press a soft open mouth kiss to the head, my hands slowly milking his length.
“Jesus Eva, have you always been this good at sucking cock?”
I can’t respond as half of his length is imbedded in my mouth, his fingers lace into my hair and he takes control of my head bobbing it up and down on his length.
“Hands behind your head Eva, NOW,” Kyle barks at me as he thrusts his hips into my face.
My response is immediate, and I can’t quite explain why, my hands go to the back of my head as he continues to fuck my face. I gag multiple times as his shaft hits the back of my throat and he grunts loudly still rock hard in my mouth.
“I am going to fuck you Eva, NOW,” he slides out of my mouth and drags me to my feet, “are you on birth control?”
I nod.
“What are you on,” he moves closer and slides his hand between my legs stroking me intimately.
“I have an IUD,” I moan softly.
“How do you want me to take you Eva?” he circled me as if he was stalking prey.
I trembled slightly.
“Answer me,” he growls
“On your desk,” I whisper.
He chuckles softly.
“On my desk what?” he teases
“On your desk Sir, please.”
“Good girl,” he lifts me and sets me down gently on the large oak desk, “before I fuck you, I want to feast on you again.”
Before I can react his mouth is deep in my cunt, his hands grip my hips as his tongue slides in and out of my saturated pussy.
I groan loudly and his hand cracks against my ass.
“You aren’t to cum until I say so,” he murmurs against me.
I whimper softly and bite my lip to prevent him from hearing my mewling sounds that are rising in my throat.
“I think you’re ready for me, aren’t you my little slut, you wanted me in high school, truth was I wanted you too, but didn’t think you were dirty enough to do what I wanted. Would you have?” he stands and taps his cock against my clit, “yeah you probably would have, but then you would have been a slut in high school, spreading your legs for anyone, and I wouldn’t have wanted you after that,” he pressed forward and I hissed softly as he slide half of his shaft into me, “thick enough for you?” his hands slide under my back and he pulls me up against him, “wrap your arms around me, I’m going to take you against the window.”
He presses my back against the cold thick glass and murmurs softly into my ear, “God you’re so goddamn sexy, I love how my pussy feels around my cock,”
I whimper again so desperate for release, “Please Mr. Parker,”
“You want to cum don’t you my little whore?”
“Yes,” I moan softly, “please Sir,”
“Hmmmm, I seem to recall another name I said you were to call me,” he teased as he drove his full length into me.
“Daddy,” I manage to gasp, “please may I cum?”
“You like it when Daddy fucks you don’t you.” I can feel him pulsing in my snatch and I know he’s close.
I moan in response and he chuckles.
“Please,” I moan again.
“Not yet,”
I whimper softly as his fingers stroke the crease of my ass and down to the puckered hole. He murmurs into my ear how someday I’m going to beg for him to fuck my ass and I growl softly.
“Mr. Parker, I need to get home soon, please,”
He chuckles again and moves me back to the desk.
“I’m going to take you from behind now,” he hisses ignoring my statement, he slides out of me and presses me face first into the desk.
His cock taps against my slit and I try to rock back to drive him in.
“Not so fast whore,” he growls softly.
He teases me mercilessly, rubbing himself against my clit, sliding just the head in; then a bit more, I relax completely thinking he’s going to keep the teasing up for a while. Suddenly and quite without warning he slams into me hard, tugging my head back by my hair as he does.
“Eva,” he growls as he keeps driving himself into my saturated snatch.
He slides out suddenly and I whimper at the void, I’m helped off the desk and over to a leather couch he sits and guides me to straddle him.
“I want to look into your eyes when I let you cum baby girl,” he thrusts quickly into my cunt and I’m so close I don’t know if I can hold back and wait for permission.
“Please,” I gasp again.
“Look at me,” he growls
My green eyes lock with his dark brown ones and I know that I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer.
“Cum for me Eva, cum for Daddy,”
I can’t hold back the scream that’s in my throat and it echo’s off the walls of the empty office. He explodes in my center only a moment later, and I collapse against him, spent and satiated.
“Such a good girl Eva, I can’t wait to have you to myself for 8 hours a day, there may be some travel too princess, would you like to go with Daddy on business trips?” his mouth is hot against my ear and I moan in response, “there’s a bathroom down the hall, you can clean up, and I’ll take you back to your car.”
We drive back to the coffee shop in silence, his hand on my upper thigh. Before I get out he murmurs how much he enjoyed the interview, and looks forward to working with me more.
What was I going to do? I needed to find a new job desperately, but the job market in the city I lived in was shit.
My husband wasn’t home from work yet, so I decided to do some job searching. After doing nearly an hour of searching on several job seeker sites I was coming up empty. Feeling defeated I logged onto one of my social media accounts and noticed a post from a guy that I had gone to school with. I knew that he knew people throughout the city and while I had been tempted to message him before I never had because he had been quite the douche bag in high school. Before I could think about it too much I clicked on his page and sent him a quick message.
“Hey Kyle, I was wondering if you knew of anyone that was looking for an administrative assistant or something similar. I’m currently employed, but I’m looking for something different. I hope you’re doing well. Regards, Eva.”
I clicked send and didn’t give it another thought.
About a half hour later my phone buzzed indicating that I had a message. When I looked at it I nearly fainted.
“Eva, good to hear from you, I am doing well, thank you for asking. I may have a job for you; I’d like to meet you for coffee tomorrow to discuss it. Are you free after five? We can meet at Java Joe’s over on Main Street. Regards, Kyle”
“Kyle, that sounds great. I can be there by five-thirty depending on traffic. Regards, Eva.”
I trembled slightly; it had been years since I’d seen Kyle. He was impossibly good looking in high school, and knew it. His Italian year round tanned skin was a stark contrast to the pale and pasty tones that flitted around the school. We didn’t hang out in high school so when he had sent me a friend request several years ago, I was floored.
I clicked on his page and scrolled through his pictures, he had gotten better with age. I was feeling anxious now about meeting him for coffee now, I shouldn’t be nervous, I was a happily married woman; but I seriously couldn’t help it.
“Hi hun,” my husband said greeting me with a kiss, “how was your day?”
“Rough, same shit different day, but I may have found another job. I’m meeting with a former classmate tomorrow after work.”
“Oh, what kind of job is it?”
“Well it sounds like it’s an administrative assistant position; we’re going to iron out details tomorrow I think.”
“Sounds good, what’s her name?”
“Um, his name is Kyle.”
“Um, ok, what kind of work does Kyle do?
“He buys houses and flips them.”
“Interesting,”
We went about my evening, I revamped my resume and laid out what I was going to wear the next day and tried to sleep without thinking about Kyle.
The next day at work was even more nightmarish than the one before. By the time five o’clock rolled around I was sprinting for the door.
I arrived at the coffee shop just minutes before five-thirty and he was already there looking impossibly gorgeous. The closer to the table I got the more nervous I became. He was in a pair of dark washed jeans and a black turtleneck sweater, his jet black hair was slightly messy and black glasses framed his face.
“Eva,” he said standing as I reached the table, “good to see you,” he took my hand and pulled me close kissing me on the cheek near my ear; my heart skipped a beat.
“Hello Kyle,” I said clearing my throat slightly, “good to see you too.”
“Can I get you something to drink?”
“Um, a decaf white mocha would be great,” I said reaching for my purse.
His hand went and closed over mine, “It’s on me.”
I trembled slightly at the second contact. What’s wrong with me? I’m a married woman, and I’m acting as if this is a date not and not an interview.
He walked to the front and I turned and watched as he walked away. He definitely had gotten better with age and I was even more nervous about working for him and seeing him every day.
“Looks like you had a long day,” he said returning with not only our drinks but a piece of peanut-butter pie.
“You have no idea.” I mumbled sipping at the drink.
“Here, have some,” he said pushing the plate towards me.
My green eyes looked up into his deep brown ones and I couldn’t help but lick my lips thinking how incredible it would be to have his eyes looking down at me while I serviced his cock.
“Thank you, it looks delicious.”
“As do you,” he said moving his chair so he was sitting right beside me instead of across from me.
I blushed bright red and he chuckled softly.
“So about this job,” he said quietly opening his messenger bag and pulling out a manila folder, “it’s really a two-fold deal. I need a personal assistant, someone to answer phones and go through mail and whatnot,”
“Ok, and the second part?”
He slid the folder over to me and placed a hand on my knee sliding it up the hem of my skirt slightly. I couldn’t help but jump at the contact.
“Kyle I’m a married woman.”
“I know, and don’t care,” he said, “read the contents of the folder.”
My jaw dropped as I pulled out what looked like a contract. I saw words like restraints, paddles, plugs and clamps.
“What the hell?” I hissed pushing his hand off my leg.
“I told you the job was two-fold. A personal assistant, the second part is being my submissive; you do know what that is don’t you?”
“Yes, I’m aware of the terminology. Why do you think I’d agree to this?”
“You hate your job, you’re desperate for something different and I want to fuck you silly,”
“I’m married.”
“I know,” his hand went back to my knee and he stroked my thigh with his thumb.
“Oh hell,” I hissed, “what’s the pay?”
He smirked at me before quoting a number that made my jaw drop. It was nearly double what I was making now.
“The submissive contract lasts a year. After that you can decide if you continue with that or not.”
“And if I say no to the submissive thing?”
“The administrative assistant position pays twenty-two thousand a year.” His dark brown eyes bore into mine. It almost half of what I made currently, he had me by the proverbial balls and he knew it.
“What about after a year? Will the pay diminish after the submissive contract is over?”
“No, that will stay the same. I need an answer rather quickly Eva,” he said moving his hand higher on my leg, his thumb stroking the skin gently.
“If I agree to this, I have a few demands of my own.”
“Such as?” he said his hand sliding even higher, smiling as he came in contact with the lacy trim of my thigh highs.
“You absolutely cannot leave marks on my body, no bruises, nothing. I will be your submissive only during working hours, and you will pay for benefits for both me and my husband starting the first day I start working for you and continuing until I leave, will there be actual sexual contact?”
He smiled and leaned closer, “You know how to play hardball, I like that,” he slid his hand even higher and brushed his finger against the fabric of my panties, he laughed softly when he found them damp, “how long have you been wet like this Eva? Since I brought up the contract? Since I kissed your cheek? Or since you decided that you were going to message me and see if I knew of anyone hiring? I’ll just bet that it’s all three, but you’ve gotten subsequently wetter as time passed. I’ll agree to pay for insurance for you and your husband. And I will agree to not leave visible marks on your body while you are under the contract. As for being my submissive only during working hours, well your working hours are subjective, I may need you during hours that are not regular working hours. And abso-fucking-lutely there will be actual sexual contact, I told you I wanted to fuck you and I’ll just bet your sex life right now is pretty dull. You need this as much as you need the job. Are we in agreement?”
I quickly dropped my head and reviewed the contract again while his hand continued to slide his hand up and down my leg.
“How in the world am I supposed to have sex with you and still have a relationship with my husband?”
“You’re a smart girl and a resourceful girl, you’ll figure it out. So are we in agreement?”
I nodded and he presented a pen for me to sign the contract.
“Good girl,” he whispered into my ear before brushing the hair back and pressing his lips to my neck, “now take off our panties and give them to me.”
“Here?” I gasped.
“Yes, here, now,” he said running his tongue along the rim of my ear before biting the lobe hard.
A shiver went up my spine at the contact, trembling slightly I glance around to make sure nobody was looking and slid my hands up under my skirt to remove the now saturated fabric. I hand him the scrap of fabric, he brought them to his nose and smelled them before he placed them in his messenger bag and handed me a phone.
“This is your work phone; you will answer it whenever it rings. If I call I expect you to answer or at the very least return my call if you are otherwise incapacitated. Do you understand?”
“Yes Kyle, I understand.”
“And another thing you will call me Mr. Parker, Daddy or Sir.”
“You’ve got to be joking.”
He grabs my chin with his hand and pulls me close and made me to look him in the eye.
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“No,” I stammered.
“No, what?” he hissed.
“No, Mr. Parker, you don’t look like you’re joking.” I whispered softly.
“Better Eva, much better, now come with me, I’d like to show you the office.”
I nod but indicate that I need to notify my husband that I’ll be later than I expected. I give him a quick call and follow him.
“Shall I drive separately?” I ask as I reach my car.
“No, I’ll bring you back here,” he said guiding me over to his car and opening the passenger door to let me in.
We drove to the office building in silence, his right hand between my legs touching me intimately. I’m moaning softly and he just chuckles as he slid his fingers deeper into me.
Within minutes we’re in front of a huge building and he licks his fingers clean before guiding me to a private elevator that he explains goes directly his floor and subsequently his office.
“Wow, this is beautiful,” I exclaim as we walk in, I set my purse down and walk over to the wall of windows and look out, “not crazy about being so high up, but this is exquisite.”
“As are you,” he says coming up behind me, pulling me firmly against him.
I can feel his erection against the small of my back and I can’t help but whimper slightly.
“What is it Eva?” he drops his head and presses a kiss against my neck.
“This is so wrong,” I moan as one of his hands slide under my skirt and he strokes me deftly making my clit ache as if it had never known a man’s touch.
“No, it’s so right,” he whispers, his other hand sliding into the top of my shirt and under my bra, “well, what do we have here,” he whispers, “pierced? Aren’t you naughty; is the other one pierced too?”
“Yes,” I moan as he rolls the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Yes what?”
“Yes Mr. Parker.” I moan and rock my hips against his hand.
“How many times have you gotten yourself off thinking about me? I know you had a thing for me in high school, and I’ve seen your comments on the pictures I’ve posted. I just want to know how many times you’ve fucked yourself with your fingers or other things,” his mouth is close to my ear, his breath warm and hot against my neck as he kisses me.
I don’t answer immediately I can’t think straight.
“By your silence I’ll take that to mean it’s a lot and you’re embarrassed. More than ten times; how about an easier question, how many times since yesterday have you thought about me sliding my cock into this beautifully tight pussy that I now own.”
I moan as his fingers leave my snatch and he brings the fingers up to his mouth, which is still near my ear.
“Holy mother of god,” he hisses as he licks his fingers, “you’re delicious, just like I said before, have you ever tasted yourself?”
“Yes Sir, I have,”
He turns me to face him and my breathing is hitched as he slowly unbuttons my blouse exposing my lacy bra, his head dips again as he sucks on my left breast. My hands tentatively go to the back of his head, but drop when I wonder if it’s ok to hold him against me.
“You like this baby girl, don’t you?” he murmurs against me as his teeth tug gently at the barbell that passes through the center of my nipple.
I moan softly and slide one hand to the back of his head my fingers running through his hair. He growls appreciatively and transfers his attention to the other breast.
“Kyle,” I moan softly, “please.”
His hand cracks hard against my ass.
“What did you call me?”
“I’m sorry I forgot Sir,”
“Too late, follow me,” he stands and guides me over to a huge oak desk, “bend at the waist, elbows on the desk.”
“What, why?”
“Because I said so, do it now.”
I lean forward and brace myself on my elbows.
“Legs spread.”
Without knowing why I comply immediately.
“Typically I would do this with my belt, but since you’re new at this, I’ll use my hand, understood?”
“What are you going to do Sir?” already knowing the answer.
“Why give you a spanking, I think that three swats is a good start.”
His hands lift my skirt exposing my ass.
“Goddamn, your ass is perfect, has your husband or anyone ever fucked your ass?” he caresses it gently.
“No, Mr. Parker.” I moan softly at his touch, already setting me on fire.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, three swift swats to my ass and I moan after each one.
“You liked that didn’t you?”
“Yes Sir,”
“How wet did it make you? Why don’t you reach down and tell me?”
I tentatively slide my right hand from the desk and ease a finger into my core, I whimper softly as I find my pussy dripping, I suddenly can’t stop fingering myself, forgetting that he’s there watching, I add a second and then a third finger stroking myself intimately.
“You like finger fucking yourself don’t you my little slut,” I feel him move next to me sliding his hand across my ass, “would you like a finger in your ass too?” he doesn’t wait for me to respond, he slides his index finger in one knuckle deep.
I whimper as he eases it in further, and groan as he presses a kiss to my neck.
“God you’re sexy as hell,” he murmurs, “I should wait until you actually start working for me, but I don’t want to.”
He picks me up and sets me on the desk.
“Do you wax or shave,” he asks as he sits in front of me inspecting my pussy only a breath away, his fingers gently stroking my outer lips.
“Wax,” I manage to mutter.
“Good girl,” he leans in and inhales, “fuck, you smell amazing, do you it when someone kisses you here?” he slides a finger along the slit from the crease of my ass to my clit.
“Yes,” I manage to moan, “very much.”
“Good, there’s going to be a lot of that,” he says a moment before he spreads the lips of my pussy and flicks his tongue against my clit.
I gasp as he sucks on my clit and slides two fingers into my core.
“Goddamn it, you’re beyond delicious Eva. Does your husband do this for you?”
“Not often,” I gasp.
“Not often what?”
I groan softly as his tongue reeks havoc on my snatch.
“Not often Mr. Parker.”
“That’s my good girl, when can you start working for Daddy?” he backs off and unbuttons his jeans, slowly allowing them to drop to his feet.
“I need to give my notice at work so two weeks.”
“You’re already unofficially working for me. I want to see you for at least an hour each night before you officially start.” His hand slides along his semi-hard shaft and I u*********sly lick my lips, “You like what you see Eva?”
“Yes Sir, very much, may I…” I trail off my face turning red.
“May you what Eva? Do you want to suck it?”
“Please?”
Kyle smiles as he nods. I slide from the desk and kneel in front of him. His length is impressive a good eight and a half inches and he wasn’t even fully erect yet. I wet my lips and press a soft open mouth kiss to the head, my hands slowly milking his length.
“Jesus Eva, have you always been this good at sucking cock?”
I can’t respond as half of his length is imbedded in my mouth, his fingers lace into my hair and he takes control of my head bobbing it up and down on his length.
“Hands behind your head Eva, NOW,” Kyle barks at me as he thrusts his hips into my face.
My response is immediate, and I can’t quite explain why, my hands go to the back of my head as he continues to fuck my face. I gag multiple times as his shaft hits the back of my throat and he grunts loudly still rock hard in my mouth.
“I am going to fuck you Eva, NOW,” he slides out of my mouth and drags me to my feet, “are you on birth control?”
I nod.
“What are you on,” he moves closer and slides his hand between my legs stroking me intimately.
“I have an IUD,” I moan softly.
“How do you want me to take you Eva?” he circled me as if he was stalking prey.
I trembled slightly.
“Answer me,” he growls
“On your desk,” I whisper.
He chuckles softly.
“On my desk what?” he teases
“On your desk Sir, please.”
“Good girl,” he lifts me and sets me down gently on the large oak desk, “before I fuck you, I want to feast on you again.”
Before I can react his mouth is deep in my cunt, his hands grip my hips as his tongue slides in and out of my saturated pussy.
I groan loudly and his hand cracks against my ass.
“You aren’t to cum until I say so,” he murmurs against me.
I whimper softly and bite my lip to prevent him from hearing my mewling sounds that are rising in my throat.
“I think you’re ready for me, aren’t you my little slut, you wanted me in high school, truth was I wanted you too, but didn’t think you were dirty enough to do what I wanted. Would you have?” he stands and taps his cock against my clit, “yeah you probably would have, but then you would have been a slut in high school, spreading your legs for anyone, and I wouldn’t have wanted you after that,” he pressed forward and I hissed softly as he slide half of his shaft into me, “thick enough for you?” his hands slide under my back and he pulls me up against him, “wrap your arms around me, I’m going to take you against the window.”
He presses my back against the cold thick glass and murmurs softly into my ear, “God you’re so goddamn sexy, I love how my pussy feels around my cock,”
I whimper again so desperate for release, “Please Mr. Parker,”
“You want to cum don’t you my little whore?”
“Yes,” I moan softly, “please Sir,”
“Hmmmm, I seem to recall another name I said you were to call me,” he teased as he drove his full length into me.
“Daddy,” I manage to gasp, “please may I cum?”
“You like it when Daddy fucks you don’t you.” I can feel him pulsing in my snatch and I know he’s close.
I moan in response and he chuckles.
“Please,” I moan again.
“Not yet,”
I whimper softly as his fingers stroke the crease of my ass and down to the puckered hole. He murmurs into my ear how someday I’m going to beg for him to fuck my ass and I growl softly.
“Mr. Parker, I need to get home soon, please,”
He chuckles again and moves me back to the desk.
“I’m going to take you from behind now,” he hisses ignoring my statement, he slides out of me and presses me face first into the desk.
His cock taps against my slit and I try to rock back to drive him in.
“Not so fast whore,” he growls softly.
He teases me mercilessly, rubbing himself against my clit, sliding just the head in; then a bit more, I relax completely thinking he’s going to keep the teasing up for a while. Suddenly and quite without warning he slams into me hard, tugging my head back by my hair as he does.
“Eva,” he growls as he keeps driving himself into my saturated snatch.
He slides out suddenly and I whimper at the void, I’m helped off the desk and over to a leather couch he sits and guides me to straddle him.
“I want to look into your eyes when I let you cum baby girl,” he thrusts quickly into my cunt and I’m so close I don’t know if I can hold back and wait for permission.
“Please,” I gasp again.
“Look at me,” he growls
My green eyes lock with his dark brown ones and I know that I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer.
“Cum for me Eva, cum for Daddy,”
I can’t hold back the scream that’s in my throat and it echo’s off the walls of the empty office. He explodes in my center only a moment later, and I collapse against him, spent and satiated.
“Such a good girl Eva, I can’t wait to have you to myself for 8 hours a day, there may be some travel too princess, would you like to go with Daddy on business trips?” his mouth is hot against my ear and I moan in response, “there’s a bathroom down the hall, you can clean up, and I’ll take you back to your car.”
We drive back to the coffee shop in silence, his hand on my upper thigh. Before I get out he murmurs how much he enjoyed the interview, and looks forward to working with me more.
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