Chapter 3 -- Going Deep
Marsha slept until nearly 9:00 that Sunday morning. Even then she didn't immediately vacate the bed, choosing instead to lie there reliving the events of the previous day.
She finally rolled out of bed around 10:00 AM and, without bothering to cover her naked body, headed for the front foyer to recover her robe, nightgown and panties. She returned to the bedroom where she slipped on a clean pair of panties before slipping on the bathrobe. Finally, she headed for the kitchen and a cup of strong, hot coffee.
She spent the day futzing around the house doing laundry, dusting, vacuuming and any other tidbits she could find to keep her mind occupied. But however she tried, she was unable to keep her mind off Jason Edwards and the way he'd turned her life completely upside down in less than 24 hours.
Before Saturday afternoon's episode at the office or their later midnight encounter, Marsha Dunn's sex life had been pretty routine, even bordering on boring. That wasn't through lack of opportunities, however. At 5'8" with an attractive, shapely figure, she'd always attracted her share of interest from guys. Unfortunately, none of her prospective suitors were ever able to elicit a similar interest from her.
In college, life had been okay, but not great. She'd had a boyfriend or two and managed to attend a few parties, but she never got into that scene like the other girls did. Instead, she'd allowed her studies to be the focus of her world.
Once she graduated from college she'd become too busy with her career to allow much more than an occasional man to pass through her life -- or her bedroom. All in all, hers was a life that was seriously lacking in danger and excitement.
It was, that is, until yesterday, when Jason Edwards -- an employee of hers a dozen years younger than her 35 years -- turned her world upside down. Suddenly all she could think about was sex. And it wasn't the normal, ordinary, mildly arousing sex that she craved, but the hard, daring, risky sex that Jason had introduced her too -- the kind of sex she'd had yesterday when she twice surrendered herself to her subordinate, allowing him to dominate her like she'd never been dominated before.
In short, last night Jason had come to her house in the middle of the night to stake his claim as her Master. By the time he'd left, Marsha Dunn was his -- totally and completely. And the cold light of day had done nothing to make her regret her choice.
* * *
It seemed to take forever for Monday morning to come. When it finally did, Marsha went about her morning routine as always, the only significant differences being the nervousness that coursed through her veins and the abnormally sexy undergarments she'd picked out for the day.
She stopped for a cup of coffee and donut on the way to work, something she almost never did. By the time she arrived at the six story office building she worked in, the donut was gone.
She rode the elevator up to the third floor, taking advantage of the opportunity to check her hair and makeup in the mirror. When the elevator doors finally slid open she stepped off and made her way nervously towards the suite, pausing for one more deep breath before stepping into her new world.
She said hello to the receptionist and made her way down the hallway. She poked her head into a copywriter's office to offer a few thoughts on a campaign that needed his attention. And she made sure she had a pleasant hello for each of the artists in her area -- including Jason. Then she entered her office and deposited her purse and coffee on the desk. It wasn't until she sat down in her chair that she realized exactly how nervous she really was.
She took a few minutes to calm her nerves before turning on her computer and looking through her list of projects. There were several things that needed her attention that day. Of those, two stood out among the rest; the Mitchell ad and the Assistant Art Director she'd assigned it too -- Jason Edwards.
She leaned back in her chair and smiled nervously, closing her eyes as she took a deep, relaxing breath. "Well," she said out loud as she opened her eyes, "no time like the present." With that she stood up, started out the door and headed directly for Jason's work station.
"Jason," she said when she got there, "I'm headed over to Ray's office for a few minutes. When I get back I'd like to go over the Mitchell ad with you."
"Sure thing, Marsha," Jason smiled. And with that Marsha turned and headed down the hall.
* * *
"Okay, I'm ready for you," Marsha said as she passed Jason's desk. "We'll meet in my office."
"Right behind you, boss," Jason said, his response loose and easy in keeping with the informal structure everyone in the office shared.
Marsha stepped into her office, placed her notepad on the desk and turned around. A moment later Jason stepped through the door, sliding it closed behind him, silently turning the knob to lock it before turning to face Marsha.
For several seconds they stood there, staring into each other's eyes. There were a million things Marsha wanted to say, but instinctively she knew enough to stay quiet until he spoke. When he finally did speak, his words shocked her.
"On you knees, Slut Puppy. I'm in need of a blow job."
The words instantly brought a look of fear to her face. She'd known things between them would be different; after all, with everything that'd happened, how could they possibly remain the same? And she'd known that she'd have to find a way to adjust to the new reality. But she'd never imagined he'd try anything at work, at least not when the office was fully staffed. Yet there was absolutely no mistaking his words.
She almost challenged him; in fact she'd actually opened her mouth to do so, but no words came out. She realized she was breathing rapidly, nearly hyperventilating, so she took a deep, calming breath. It didn't work. Finally, with an aura of absolute submission, she bit her lip and nodded her head.
"Yes, Sir," she said in a voice that was barely audible. And then she slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of him.
Her hands were shaking as she reached for his pants. She managed the belt with no problem but fumbled with the button before finally freeing it and sliding down the zipper. She then eased the trousers down his legs, leaving them in a pile around his ankles. Finally, she reached up and pulled down his underwear, her eyes glued to his engorged cock as it sprang instantly to life before her.
She looked up at him as if looking for approval in his eyes, but she found herself unable to read his expression and quickly returned her attention to the task at hand. She allowed her hands to brush lightly against his member, the mere touch of it sending shivers down her spine, before sliding her left hand to his balls. And as she caressed them tenderly, her right hand moved to his shaft, grasping it, sliding up and down its length.
She worked him like this for nearly a minute before his words once again shattered the silence.
"Suck on it," he spoke in a low, menacing, growl. "Take it in your mouth and make me cum."
She looked up at him quickly. "Yes, Sir," she answered before returning her attention to the task at hand, leaning forward and sliding her lips around him.
But even before she could start working him he grabbed her hair. "And I expect you to swallow every drop. Understand?"
With his cock in her mouth and her hair being held roughly in his hand, she nodded her head obediently and started sliding up and down his length.
She could feel her pussy flowing as she serviced him, sucking his cock, caressing his balls. She withdrew her mouth briefly to lick the length of his highly aroused dick before diving back onto it, earning a moan from him for her efforts -- a moan that sent shivers of excitement down her spine as it suddenly dawned on her just how important pleasing him had become.
She then went after him with a hunger she'd never before experienced during a blow job. In the past, blow jobs were something she did rarely, and never did they give her pleasure. But here she was, on her knees in her own office during the middle of a work day sucking madly on her subordinate's cock, and suddenly it was urgently important that she give him similar feelings of pleasure to those that he'd given her.
She became so absorbed in her task that she barely realized her left hand had slipped between her legs, madly rubbing at her pant covered pussy while she hungrily attacked her Master's manhood. It wasn't long before he started tensing up in her mouth as his hands took hold of both sides of her head, holding her steady while he unloaded his seed in her mouth, even as her own orgasm shot through her pussy.
She swallowed his cum eagerly, making sure that nary a drop escaped, even as she struggled to regain her own senses. Finally, she leaned back and looked up at him. The smile she got back was all the reward she needed.
"That was very good, Slut Puppy. You're just a natural born cock sucker, aren't you?"
She smiled. "Thank you, Sir." And then she began the process of pulling his underwear and pants back up and putting him back together. When she'd finished that, she stood up and straightened up her own clothes before pulling a small mirror from her purse and doing a repair job on her hair.
"We should probably unlock the door and take a look at the Mitchell ad," she said.
* * *
The rest of the day went pretty much as normal, with meetings keeping Marsha busy to the point where she hardly had time to think of Jason. As usual, it was after 5:00 PM when she left the office, the rest of her department already deserted.
To her great disappointment, she didn't see Jason again until she called him into her office at 9:00 AM the next morning. By the time Jason walked through her office door, Ray Bradford was already there.
"I'll get right to the point, Jason," Marsha said with an outer calmness that somehow managed to mask the inner turmoil she was experiencing. "In order to better handle the recent growth in our business, we're promoting Ray to Assistant Creative Director. As part of his new duties, he will supervise a small group of employees, including you. From your standpoint, the only thing that will change is who you'll report to, Ray instead of me. Any questions?" she asked.
Jason couldn't help but feel that something in Marsha's expressions wasn't quite right; that somehow, this decision was about more than just business. Even so, he shook his head slowly, looking briefly at Ray before returning his gaze to Marsha. "Nope," he answered, "seems pretty clear. I assume this is effective immediately?" Yet silently he vowed to delve a bit deeper into this subject later that evening with Marsha. After all, subs had no place making personal decisions without first consulting their Master. His sub apparently needed a bit more training.
"That's right," Marsha responded. She then turned to Ray. "Is there anything you'd like to add, Ray?"
The meeting ended shortly thereafter with Ray and Jason adjourning to Ray's office and Marsha headed for yet another meeting. The next time she saw Jason was 4:45 when he poked his head through her office door.
"Pizza at your place tonight, Marsha?" he asked pleasantly.
Marsha smiled. "Yeah, that sounds good."
