I was running late. I sped down the highway, risking a speeding ticket I could not afford. I swung into a parking space and hopped out of my car. My heels clicked quickly against the pavement. I rushed through the doors and took the elevator to my office floor. As I exited the elevator, I tried to pass Mr. Crowell's office inconspicuously, but heard my name called out after a few steps past his office.
Shit.
I took a deep breath and swung the door open with a broad smile on my face, hoping I didn't look disheveled.
"You're late, Heidi. Again." Mr. Crowell inspected me from my heels to the top of my head. I shivered.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Crowell, it won't happen again. I promise." I lied.
"Hmm. You promise?" He tapped his chin with his index finger.
"Yes," I blurted.
"How about we make sure this never happens again using my methods?" He raised an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth turned up slightly.
"O-okay," I stammered.
"Close the blinds," he instructed me.
"Mr. Crowell?"
"Just do it. I have something private to show you," he insisted.
I did as I was asked and walked slowly back into place, my eyebrows knit together in confusion.
"I found a profile online and I suspect it belongs to you." He turned his laptop around and I gasped at what was on his screen. I had a secret profile on an erotica-writing site that virtually no one knew about. I made a pen name, and the profile picture showed my voluptuous body but not my face. I specifically picked the picture that showed my curves at the right angle, and the tips of my long blonde hair.
"H-how did you find that?" I had no clue what to say, I was in shock. I had written about him several times.
"I like what you think of doing to me, and me doing to you." He winked and pointed to a spot on the screen. "That birthmark on your chest gave you away." He smirked.
"I'll delete the profile as soon as I get to my desk, I am so sorry." The last thing I wanted to do was ruin the opportunity I had to work for his publishing firm as an editor. I had only been there for a few months, and I had already royally screwed up. I never thought anyone would find my profile.
"You think I'm upset about this?" He started laughing, and my face contorted in discomfiture.
"You're not?" I asked.
"Of course not. I like your stories very much. I had no idea you had such filthy fantasies." His face turned serious again and I chewed on my bottom lip. He looked at my mouth and licked his own lips. They were full, and went well with his dark blue eyes, and straight nose. Tall, dark thick and wavy hair. He looked like a Greek god.
I couldn't get my head wrapped around this whole situation. Was this really happening?
He cocked his head and waited for me to answer.
"I'm not sure what to say, I thought I was going to lose my job, honestly," I admitted.
"You're one of the best editors I have and you're fresh out of college. I wouldn't fire you even if you did fuck something up," he said.
"Thank you, that means a lot."
"I want you just as bad as you want me, you know that right?" he said in a low voice, and my eyes widened.
"Y-you do?" I stuttered like a fool. I had been caught and I didn't even know how to act.
"Yes, very much so. You want to be my submissive, don't you?" He stood up from his desk, sitting on the edge of it with his hands in his lap.
"I'm not sure what to say." I blushed deeply and he made a sound of disapproval.
"Don't play coy, you don't have to shy around me. Be honest," he demanded, and I looked up from picking at my fingernails.
"I do," I whispered.
"You do what?" he asked.
"I want to be your submissive." I bit my lower lip again, chewing it nearly off.
"Keep biting that lip of yours, and I'm going to bend you over right here on my desk."
My eyes widened in shock and excitement at his vulgarity. I had fantasized about him doing just that for three months straight. Even after my interview, I went home and masturbated to the image of him fucking me while bent over his desk.
"Sorry," I whispered, and looked down.
"Don't be, I'm just looking for an excuse. You have no idea how happy I am that I found that profile."
"So, what are the rules?" I looked up at him. Tall, dark, and impossibly handsome with his dimpled chin. He laughed heartily.
"No rules babe, just me and you. You do what I say and when I say. That's it. Do you want rules?" His eyebrow raised and a smile played at his lips.
"Sort of. It just makes everything more clear cut and it's kind of hot, I guess," I said.
"You like to be punished, don't you?" He smiled broadly.
I looked down and fidgeted with the hem of my blouse. "Yes," I admitted to him. I chewed my bottom lip, and he made a sound in his throat.
"Come here and bend over my desk," he ordered.
I walked over to his desk slowly and he straightened to his full height, towering above me. I looked up at him and he gestured to his desk. I bent at the waist, putting my elbows on his desk.
"Face down." He pushed my head down gently and I laid my hot cheek against the cold, smooth wood of his large desk. "What would you like to call me? And what should I call you?" he inquired.
"What would you like to be called?" I implored.
"Daddy." He said this in a matter-of-fact tone. "And I'll call you 'baby'?"
"Okay, daddy," I whispered.
"Mmhmm," he hummed. "Pull that skirt down for me, I want to see all of you."
I reached back and slid my skirt down over my hips and let them slide down my bare legs.
"Stay just like that, baby," he said, his voice sounding different, thicker.
I felt his hands on my ass, exploring and feeling as if he wanted to memorize every curve and dimple. He slid his hands to my waist, wrapping his huge hands easily around my slim waist. My pussy started to react and tingled. He drifted to the arch of my back, lifting my shirt up. His hands went back to my ass, massaging and spreading my cheeks apart slightly.
He got to his knees, and I felt his hot breath through the thin fabric of my panties. I started to throb. He nipped at my ass and pushed my cheeks together and then apart over and over. He slid my panties aside and I felt a finger brush up my thigh and across my slit. Wetness smeared over my skin, as I was dripping for him.
"You're soaked, baby girl," he whispered against my ass and his hot breath ignited my senses.
"It's all for you, daddy," I whispered. I had wanted to say these words for so long, and now that I was saying them, I felt dirty. I felt like a slut, but I wanted to be his slut, no one else's.
"I wonder what you taste like." He made a guttural sound in his throat and pulled my panties to the side, revealing my swollen wetness.
"Taste me, daddy," I implored.
"Don't have to ask me twice," he chuckled, and I felt his lips brush across my pussy. He smacked his lips loudly and I giggled. "My god, you taste amazing."
He licked up my slit and to my ass a few times, before taking my clit in his mouth and sucking while flicking his tongue against it. I whimpered and covered my mouth with my hand to keep from moaning out loud.
"Have you ever taken anything in your ass?" he questioned.
"No, not really," I responded. "But for you, I'll do anything daddy."
"Good girl." He stroked my hair softly and walked around to the front of his desk, taking something out of a drawer. I loved him calling me a good girl, I wanted to be nothing but a good girl for him.
He walked back around and showed me a small butt plug. "We'll start with this one for now and move up a size when you're comfortable." He bent and licked my ass again, eliciting a soft moan from me. He put a finger against my soaking pussy and slipped it inside, bringing it back out and rubbing my juices over my virgin ass. He placed the plug against my entrance and pushed gently, while putting a finger back into my hungry pussy. He kept pushing until it popped into my ass, and I hissed. The apex of the plug hurt the most, but once in, I started to adjust.
He kept fingering my pussy, slipping out to circle my clit and back in. I was panting and sweating. He slapped my ass and took a step back to admire his work. My pussy juices were dripping down my thighs and the plug was snug inside my tight ass. I heard him unzip his pants and walk to the front if his desk again.
"Is it my turn to taste you, daddy?" I raised my head a little and looked at the enormous cock saluting me. "Oh my, that's not going to fit." My eyes were wide with fear.
"Oh, we'll make it fit baby girl, don't you worry." He chuckled.
He stepped closer and I took hold of his thick and long member. I ran my hand up and down, unable to touch my fingers together it was so thick. My pussy responded by opening and closing like an insatiable little mouth.
I licked the pre-cum dripping from the tip, and savored his taste in my mouth before swallowing. He tasted sweet. I took the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue over it like a lollipop. I pushed more of him in my mouth and gagged when the tip hit the back of my throat.
"Mmhmm," he groaned.
I kept my ministrations up, sliding him in and out of my mouth, using my hand to cover what didn't fit in my mouth. My other hand cupped his balls lightly. I stuck my tongue out, cupping his balls higher so I could lick them while his cock was buried in my throat.
"Holy shit, Heidi." He groaned louder and I looked up at him looking down at me and stroking my head.
