Five minutes seemed like an eternity. Dahlia kneeled under Jackson's desk, bound by her wrists and ankles, gagged with his tie with her breasts pressed together and held with his knees. Her head rested on his knees and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly while the man continued working as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening at all. Her whole body was tense and quivering slightly. There was a very real possibility that someone would walk into the room and she was terrified of being seen. She didn't want to be caught looking like an office slut under Jackson's desk much less a kinky one who got off on being tied up and gagged. That wasn't her anyway. All of this had happened so quickly she'd barely had time to protest. One minute she had thought he was going to have sex with her before the next she had a tie shoved down her throat and her naked breasts being slapped and slammed against the table with Jackson telling her he didn't have office flings.
The recent events replayed again and again in her head and Dahlia grew more frustrated that she had done nothing more to fight back or to stop this. Instead she had gone all quiet and meek, into a shocked state, and she had fucking let him do it.
The worst part of it all was when she watched herself in hindsight struggle against her bound wrists and ankles and scream and groan against the gag, she couldn't understand why she had quietened so quickly and accepted her position. When he had flattened her to the desk she remembered wanting him to fuck her even more than before he had done that. What on earth had she been thinking? She hadn't flailed about or screamed until after she was already captive and couldn't do anything about it.
Footsteps approached the room and there was a brief knock on the door before the person stepped in. Dahlia stiffened even more when she heard someone else. Jackson tightened his knee grip on her tits and slid a hand under the table, feeling around until he grasped her ponytail and pulled it firm, seemingly just as an act of control. Dahlia couldn't even begin to explain the effect his touch on her seemed to have on her body.
She was angry at herself and the situation and then suddenly his hand was tugging her hair and his knees holding her more tightly and the anger seemed to dissipate away somewhere else entirely.
Jackson and the colleague were having what seemed to be a reasonably lengthy conversation and although Dahlia never relaxed while they were in the room she tuned out the work related conversation. It was only when Jackson was suddenly standing up and moving away from the desk that her eyes flew open and she started panicking more. What was he doing, where was he going and where did the other person go?
Jackson ushered his colleague out the door with a cherry smile before shutting and locking his office door behind him. Dahlia had been under his desk for a good 40 minutes now and he wanted to check on her. Coming back around he looked under the desk to see a wide eyed Dahlia, looking the most fuckable he'd ever seen her with her naked chest thrust out on display with her arms tied down to her bound ankles. Her mouth was stuffed fill with his tie and he took a moment to just enjoy the view.
"God you look like an absolute slut," he told her, his lusty eyes still taking her in. "Your huge tits pushed out like an invitation while being tied up for me to do what I want..." He mused, reaching out and taking each breast in a hand. Groping, and pulling and squeezing them Dahlia could see his pants bulge even more when she dared to sneak a peek in that direction. He moved onto her nipples and squeezed and pulled those as well. Dahlia groaned and protested against her bindings and the gag this time at his assaulting touch. He didn't move away and telling herself to be a bit bolder she really started thrashing around as much as she could, throwing herself against the hard wooden panelling on the desk and frying to wriggle free.
She had no success, although she hadn't really likened her chances in the first place. Jackson finally took his hands away from her only to yank her by her ponytail forwards which sent her toppling forward and with having her hands bound behind her she couldn't steady herself and fell onto her chest and cheek with her ass in the air and bound limbs.
"Stop thrashing Dahlia." Jackson commanded it of her in a strict tone and part of her wanted to do what he said and the other part really didn't want to. She thought she might possibly be crying now. Her chest was heaving trying to find air and small choked sobs escaped her mouth only to be muffled by the tie. Her cheeks were red with embarrassment and humiliation at her predicament and the position she was in.
"I said stop thrashing Dahlia." Jackson's tone was strong and forceful as he repeated himself. There was no change. With an exasperated sigh he pulled up her skirt all the way to her hips and yanked her panties down her thighs so her ass cheeks were bared to the air. This seemed to cause Dahlia to become more distressed. Jackson pulled her forward a little further out from the desk and placed his right shoe on her back and pushed her a little further into the carpet. She was his little office whore and to see her underneath his shoe in such a degrading manner tied at his mercy had him wanting to do many many more dirty things with her but he told himself that patience was key here. Leaning over he slapped her ass cheek firmly with his palm and then withdrew it only to land it back on the other cheek in the same quick and sharp manner.
"Listen to me Dahlia," he spoke in between slaps and was pleased to hear her grunts from behind the gag die down at the beginning of her spanking.
"I told you that you need to take a break. I'm beginning to think that your pride is the reason you've found doing that difficult so far. You hold so much pride in yourself that you can't bear anyone else take control or things might go badly." He spanked her again, more roughly this time and he heard her cry out against the gag. "You have no trust in other people to take care of things for you."
