Curiosity Gets The Best Of Kat

This is really just an elborate scene setting, so i'll get around to writing the sequel soon, but meanwhile i hope you will be patient, and enjoy the plot build up! I wish i was better at this!

Her hands shook and her insides churned as she sat at the big desk, and swiveled the laptop towards her. She glanced guiltily at the closed door separating this office from the ante-room outside and her own desk.

It was lunchtime, and she reckoned she had maybe 45 minutes before the sales team started to return, and, anyway, it was perfectly normal for her to be here in his office she thought, as she was his PA after all. She swallowed awkwardly, flushing at the thought of what she was about to do, and for a fleeting moment almost changed her mind, but her curiosity got the better of her.

The screen had gone dark, maybe the computer had already locked her out, but with a gulp she hit the return key, and her heart fluttered with excitement as the screen returned to life. Finally she'd get to see what he kept so carefully hidden from her.

It had started 4 months earlier, a new boss, 10 years older than her, self assured, confident, professional, and a real opportunity for her to shine. They'd got on well and she was rapidly promoted to be Supervisor as well as his PA.

On the days he was in the office, and not busy in meetings he'd have lunch at his desk, and work on his laptop. She knew it wasn't a company lap-top, and it certainly wasn't connected to their network, but whenever he had the luxury of the time he'd fire it up and work on it for 40 minutes or so while he ate the lunch that quite often she ordered in, or went to fetch for him.

She'd first gotten curious when she started to bring him his lunch, as he made sure whatever was on screen was obscured from her, subtly by turning the screen away from her, or by semi-closing the lap top, and even though his office door was open he took great care to keep her the other side of the desk as much as possible, smiling at her in thanks for his lunch. His eyes twinkled mischievously, maybe some hidden meaning, and this only served to spike her curiosity even more.

She found herself wondering about him, wondered if he liked her, or maybe more, kind of hoping that he did, sometimes wondering what he'd look like out of his business suit, before slamming that door shut and chiding herself for her silliness. But the thing that really piqued her was not knowing what the heck he worked on in his quiet time. After all she knew pretty much everything else that went on work wise, so why not this?

Today had been no exception, the usual manic morning, quietened down towards lunch, and she brought him his sandwich order, as he thumped the keys on his keyboard, yet again discretely hiding the display from her.

But today, unlike every other day, within 5 minutes his mobile had rung, and he'd obviously gotten some urgent call, grabbed his wallet and car keys and bolted from his office telling her he'd be back in an hour.

She'd watched his car leave from the sales office window, before going back into her office, and closing the door! She'd forced herself to wait a few minutes, just to make sure he hadn't forgotten something and return unexpectedly, before taking a deep breath and entering his office, closing that door as well.

The big chair creaked as she leaned forward and dragged it closer to his desk, and adjusted the screen to minimize the glare and reflections, and found herself staring at a half finished sentence in a paragraph of a lengthy word document. Nothing earth shattering evident at first glance, and she felt somewhat disappointed.

But her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply as she read his words with initial shock, and some considerable thrill. The churning in her stomach returned, butterflies that seemed to make it hard to breath, and her hands pressed the up arrow to skim through 12 pages of text until she reached the start of the document.

She bit her lip and avidly started to read in detail, glancing at the door and her heart beating fast and loud. Her head spun with the realization of what she was reading, effectively a hot and very risqué story, and she presumed a fantasy of his. As she read she greedily absorbed his frank words of admission. Her pulse raced with realization that his mind contained a dark streak of hidden sexual tension, which went beyond the usual proclivities of most. An edgy dark story unfolded before her, of power exchange, of dominance and submission, of want and need, and of role play.

The thrill she felt was heightened by the similarity with some of her own suppressed thoughts and secret desires. Things she'd never admit to anyone, but the additional thrill of the unknown plot carried her away and she felt herself start to ache sexually, getting turned on by his story. The throbbing exploded to fire within her as she read on, fascinated by his thoughts, thrilled by his inventiveness, shocked by the brutal honesty of his leaning to sexually dominate, control & punish, restrict and bind, torment and tease his imaginary partner. The setting was uncomfortably close to this office environment around her, and he obviously drew on his surroundings as inspiration. Artistic license, she guessed, but couldn't help wondering if she herself featured, thrilled and scared at the same time, but he'd obfuscated the focus of his attention within the story, so she couldn't tell for sure.

She'd read most of the story, slowly building the tension in the plot and inside herself, and she felt her warmth inside her thighs. She read on, gripped and shaking with excitement as the plot unfolded into a scenario similar to one of her own that really hit her buttons exactly, her womb contracting and she squeezed her pelvic muscles, realizing she was now so excited.

She read on, and felt the dampness and heat of her sex spread until she couldn't help herself, and dug down to lift her skirt opened her legs and feel her own heat and moisture, her eyelids fluttering closed as she probed herself, the mental image he portrayed etched on her mind.

But she hadn't notice the ante room office door open, hadn't heard him approach the door between their offices, and certainly didn't see him watching her in shock through the small safety glass panel of his door.

He barely paused before bursting in to his office, his shock mingled with his embarrassment, and his anger, watching her recoil in horror at the movement of the door and him striding in, her hands flying to pull her skirt down, and to simultaneously close the laptop.

She turned beetroot red, her voice cracked and throaty, and mumbled some false platitude, barely coherent.

"Goddam it Kat what do you think you are doing" he asked? "That was personal, and you have no right to be prying there!'

She stood up and ruffled her skirt down as best she could but her voice failed her. Still flushed and avoiding his gaze she looked up from the spot on the carpet, and caught the blaze of his eyes, and felt the uncontrolled anger. He came around his desk and still rooted to the spot in front of his chair, she watched, appalled and seemingly in slow motion as he opened the laptop, saw his nostrils flare as he realized the extent to which she'd read his story and betrayed his trust. Suddenly she felt very sick and not half as smart as she had a few minutes earlier!

Something inside him snapped. He slammed the lid of the lap top shut and sat down into his chair, grabbing her arm and dragging her towards him, flipping her off balance and virtually throwing her overturned over his lap, her hands catching her weight on the floor. With a horrendous start she realized his intent but her skirt was already flipped upwards as her right hand shot behind her back to try to protect her modesty. Her thong knickers protected nothing though, and his left hand grabbed her hand and arm locked her hand in the small of her back.

There was something unreal about this he thought, feeling certain he was throwing his career away, but raised his right hand and brought it down hard onto her exposed nates. She yelped at the first slap, but he felt partly satisfied! This was no gentle love spanking. Firm blows descended as she squirmed but he was past caring. He might be clearing his desk this afternoon he thought, but she was going to pay. He couldn't see how he could work here any more anyway.

His anger faded quickly though, even as the colour of her behind turned pink and increasingly red, and was replaced by the thrill of spanking this beautiful body, lying prone on his knees, she was bucking and yelping less now and his hand scorched her butt and the tops of her thighs without mercy. His cock was so erect, such was his thrill, and with a flush of shame he knew this was wrong and he'd really crossed the line.

He stopped, closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to figure out want to do next.

Her hand released, she felt dazed and barely realized he had stopped. Shocked and embarrassed, the pain mingled in her scorched bum, and thrilled her, mixing with the turn on of reading his story.

"Get up" he told her and she struggled to comply, her knees weak, and her sex throbbing, despite her or maybe even because of her predicament, and she slid off his lap, using both hands to lever her weight up and her left hand feeling the bone hardness of his erection shocking her even more. She stood up and watched him stand, the lump in his pants so obvious and his hands gripped her arms and pushing her sideways to the side of his big desk. He swept the papers and laptop clear and stood behind her, pushing her by the neck and forcing her to bend right on over the end of his desk.

Her insides knotted again as she guessed what was coming, but said nothing, and lay there, body flat to the desk surface, watching her reflection like some detached onlooker in the glass of the book case in front of his desk.

He left her, walked over to his door, and to her the click of the lock sounded so final, before pulling the blind to ensure privacy. She watched him return, half debating to protest, but again saying nothing while waiting for whatever he had in mind, scared and partly thrilled, recognizing the scene from his story that had already tied her in knots earlier.

Her arms remained bent on the pad of his desk either side of her head, and a hand returned to grip her hair, while the other flipped her skirt upwards revealing her near naked sore bottom, before grabbing the waist of her panties and ripping them roughly from her, producing an involuntary shudder as he bared her.

She watched his reflection, watched the intensity of his face, and dared herself to move, to argue, to fight, to cry out, and did nothing, as if trapped by the pure erotic tension of that moment. She clamped and released, again at the turmoil she felt at the base of her spine, alarmed now that he would soon find and discover for himself her unmistakable reaction, her own hidden little secret soon to be exposed!

She felt him hurriedly release his own clothing watched him, pushing the material of his trousers downwards and freeing his trapped erection, feeling the heat of his bare cock touch her naked skin, and making her flinch. He used both hands to run down her naked and tortured cheeks, forcing her legs apart and scooping her to separate her legs, and she complied.

His bare legs firmly forced hers open further and she felt the hairs on his leg inside her open thighs and the heat of his sex on her arse crack. He ran his stretched fingers and thumbs down over each cheek and down until his thumbs nestled in the gap between her legs, his fingers outstretched over the curve of the join of her legs to her cheeks, before his thumbs explored and tested her sex. As they explored the entrance to her womb she moaned, and he felt her heat and wetness. His hands gripped her thighs and splayed her, stretching her cheeks wide, and she felt the tip of his cock slide down her arse crack, and tensed thinking he was going to enter her there, but instead he used his right hand and guided himself downwards to find the heat and wetness of her open sex, as his feet forced her legs wider and wider! Suddenly the she could feel the tip of his cock nuzzling her entrance, wet and hot for him she realized, but was past caring. She wanted to feel him inside her, but enjoyed the thought of being forced like this, play acted some rebellion to try to close her legs a little and felt the strength of him as simply splayed her further, forcing her ankles wider and stretching her more.

She felt the contact from his groin recede and his member slipped backward and then was thrust forward sliding forwards past her entrance and forward to her bud. His left hand returned to grab her hair as he leant forward over her, and repeated the motion. His cock-head delved into her on the backward stroke, and thrills shot through her, as the spring in his erection forced itself upwards at her wet gash, but his stroke just teased her and carried her wetness back to return on the forward stroke. Next stroke, he stopped with the tip of his glands buried at the entrance to her passage and she stood stock still, unable to assist him, but willing him to enter her. For seconds neither moved, and then she bit her lip as she felt him contract and throb, felt the subtle torment of his control at the walls of her womb. He stayed like this for what felt to her like an eternity, and she clenched as if to grip and suck him inward, but was powerless to take the prize she wanted.

Suddenly she felt a finger at her anus, probing, teasing, carrying her own wetness to her and she shuddered, and was rewarded by him sliding his cock along her again. The finger became more insistent, and she knew she could do little to avoid it. With a gasp she felt it enter her and she clenched and gripped it., not caring that it might betray her as so utterly needy! The corresponding thumb swooped down to her wet sex and explored also, holding her like a bowling ball almost, before his hand withdrew and at last guided his cock into the right angle to enter her. She waited for him to thrust into her, readied herself and angled to help him, but his movement stopped. Her hands clenched in wanton need, and a throaty groan escaped her. Inch by inch he slid into her slowly, his eyes shutting and glorying in the moment of absolute complete pleasure, until he was fully buried deep inside her, and he exhaled and groaned at once!

Then his hands pulled her more upright and she rested her weight on her elbows, hands braced flat on the desk. Both hands gripped her hair as he slid backward to the fullest extent and then thrust into her. She pushed back with her hands to meet him and their bodies impacted hard.

Inside he was boiling with desire for her, having forced himself to wait and tease her, but the moment for that had passed. His thrusts were long and hard, slow at first but building in speed and intensity. He slipped one hand around her crotch to tease her with a finger, as his own control slipped away from him, and he thrust his way closer to his own selfish release.

Their bodies bucked and impacted on each other and she pushed to meet his force with her own, feeling her own desire run away with her. His hand pulled her hair back and lifted her body up before both hands shifted to tug her blouse open and explore the exposed skin of her breasts still captured in her bra, but quickly lifted and dislodged. She felt the pressure on her nipples as he located them and twisted them roughly between his thumb and finger, and cried out and felt him shudder in reaction.

Their bodies slammed into each other and her fingers gripped the outside of his desk fiercely as she raised herself up to 45 degrees and off her elbows. With a gasp she was thrown forward and flat to lie face down on the desk again and his hands gripped around her flank and arse as he pounded into her. The sounds were animal, frenzied and both were seconds away from crescendo.

With a guttural moan she felt him explode into her as her own orgasm ripped through her! His right hand slapped the outside of her leg and arse cheek hard, before running around her thighs and exploring up her inside leg to delve into her and finger her, even while she shuddered and came, and she was overwhelmed by the intensity, and she cried out confirmation of her release.

It was over quickly and within a few moments as she fought to control her breathing, she felt him slip from her, turn his back as he recovered his clothing and dive quickly into the bathroom off the side of his office, leaving her burning and prone, bent over the edge of his desk, feeling his cum inside her. As she stood to straighten up, she ran a hand over her tortured butt, feeling the heat of his spanking. She looked behind and could see the marks of his hand in the reflection of the glass in the book case, and perfect hand print on her flank from seconds earlier!

Embarrassed and not knowing what to do, she lowered her skirt and tried to smooth and adjust it, moved to pick up her ruined panties, and smoothed her hair as best she could in the book case glass. She felt the beginning of his wetness skip down her leg, and wondered how she was going to make it back to the ladies, but the door of his bathroom opened and he came out, too embarrassed to make eye contact, and indicating she should use his personal bathroom, by arm gesture. Hurriedly she stepped in and closed the door. As the light flicked on her reflection stared back at her from the mirror over the sink, but she saw only a stranger, with tousled hair, flushed from exertion and excitement. She shook her head and sighed.

When she came out of his bathroom, she noticed the laptop was gone, and him with it! The rest of the day she wondered what she should do, working on autopilot barely able to take in the reality, pensive about his return, worrying about what this meant and what next steps she should take, but all the while she saw the images of his story as well as the scenes from her own memory. As she sat, she sat gingerly on her sore butt, naked under her skirt, glancing guiltily down the office, expecting his return. But he didn't return.

That night she lay in a warm bath at home and soothed away the aches and pains, the scene replayed itself in her mind, and she closed her eyes to sink deeper and luxuriate in the water, while wrestling with the confused and conflicting emotions she felt.

The next day she nervously arrived at work on edge, to discover his car in the car park indicating he was unusually early! She walked through the empty sales office, a bag of nerves and her dread increased with every step. When she got to her desk, his office door was closed, but on her desk stood a bouquet of flowers, with an envelope, which she ripped open quickly and read.

"Kat

I'm really sorry for yesterday. I went way over the mark, and it's clear it's not acceptable. I think its best that I leave as swiftly as possible, meaning you don't have to fear any repetition. I'll speak with HR this afternoon, and be gone thereafter. Thanks for everything; you've been an incredible colleague. Sorry I screwed up! PS my lap top is in your drawer, password and instructions on the post it note. Figured you deserve to read everything if you want. I will stay out of your way as much as I can.

X

Jay"

Her hands shook as she read, and she looked up to see some movement through the slit window in his office, and could see his form moving around, seemingly gathering books from his book case, and placing in a box on the floor. Her insides were churning now. It was obvious he was going to fall on his sword, but what did that mean? Would he tell HR everything? Everything? That would be so horrible and she didn't want that, she realized, and also recognized she didn't actually want him to go at all, that it wasn't all his fault, that she'd been stupid. And all she could think of now was of some impending unfathomable loss.