"Open your eyes."
It's hard to do, but you manage to open them. You look back into the dark eyes above you, but it doesn't last long as you shut them again and grimace.
"I said open your eyes!"
The words seep in and you once again open your eyes, looking back into the face above you. He's staring intently down at you, and you can feel sweat on your forehead as you try to keep your vision focused on him.
"You know what I want to hear."
And you do... you fight through the sensations and manage to whisper, "Please..."
"Please what? You have to say it."
As you look up at him you try to hold back... try to ignore the sensations that are swimming around your brain. Your muscles tighten as you try to stop feeling, but it's too much for you.
"Puh... please sir... may I cum?"
He smiles, leans into your ear and whispers, "yes".
At that magical word you let go completely. All of the fighting back against the orgasm is gone, and a rush of pleasure runs through your entire body. His fingers rub harder on your clit, sending electric bolts through your entire nervous system.
With a small scream your back arches as you pull against your restraints. Sweat trickles down your body, but you don't notice as you're lost to orgasm. Your eyes roll back into your head as the orgasm rips through you, your body taut like an electric current is running through you.
Then it's over. Your body collapses back to the bed, exhausted. Too weak to even open your eyes again you say softly, "thank you, sir."
It had all started innocently enough. The young lady walking into her first day of a new job. The new co-workers, new names to learn and new faces to go with them. It was a bit overwhelming at first, but she slowly adapted.
Her co-workers were friendly types, some nicer than others and others slower than others. Pretty much what you would expect from a small business. While the Accounting Department wasn't the most exciting of places, it was steady work. And that was after all the most important thing, the work. She had been out of a job for the last several months, and had pretty much jumped at the chance to get back into the workforce.
Her boss was an older man, friendly and always making jokes. He got along well with her and the rest of the team, and was thought of as pretty laid back. On the whole, it was a nice change of pace for her and she settled in to her new position learning as she went, and trying to be a help to the other Accounting team members, John and Stephen.
"Hey, Catherine! You look really nice today!"
The young lady turned around to smile at John, his face cracked in a wide grin as he waved to her. She looked down at her outfit, really just a skirt and top she had grabbed in her rush out the door this morning.
Catherine put her hands on her hips and affected a mock scowl as she responded, "What? This? Are you telling me that you don't think I look nice the rest of the time?"
That brought John up short. His face turned red and he stammered out, "No, of course not! You always look great... I just thought you looked really nice today."
Catherine laughed and playfully punched him in the arm. "Don't worry, silly. I'm hot, and we both know it. And you're looking pretty nice yourself!"
John's face turned a slightly darker shade as he processed her compliment, and they walked together into the office that they shared with Stephen.
Work happened, as it does. When John had left for lunch, Stephen took the opportunity to have a chat with her.
Shaking his head and laughing under his breath he said, "You know, you shouldn't tease the poor guy like that. After all, you know he thinks the world of you."
Catherine smiled at the older man. "I know, and you're probably right. I'm a naturally flirty person though, I can't help it if he's not used to being around someone like me. Besides, when you were his age wouldn't you have liked flirting around with me?"
She swayed her hips for effect a bit, but Stephen didn't take the bait. Instead he ran a hand through his gray hair and laughed harder. "Don't try your tricks on me young lady, I'm too old and been married too long to even think about something like that."
She laughed. "Well you can't blame a girl for trying. And seriously, I know. He's a sweet guy, and I'd never do anything to hurt him. But you can't blame me for having a bit of fun."
Stephen walked back to his desk. "I tell you what though, it sure has been more interesting the last few months since you came on board."
"Which one was that?"
The words whisper into your ear. You had almost drifted off into a post-orgasmic bliss, but they startle you awake. You open your eyes and look up.
"Fuh... four, sir."
"And what was the number?"
"Seven, sir."
"Yes it was..."
You feel his hand sliding back down your stomach, fingers rubbing lightly as they travel. Slowly they go, teasing and sending sweet lightning through your already over stimulated skin. When they arrive at your cleft you throw your head back and moan as they start rubbing lightly on your clit. Moving in slow circles over your swollen button, each one a mix of pleasure and pain. You're still so sensitive from the previous orgasms that each touch is like fire, but it still feels so good... like a cool wet wind blowing through the fire engulfing your mind. Your eyes roll back and you utter a guttural groan as you feel his fingers rub (torture?) your delicate flesh.
You feel his warm breath on your neck and he reminds you, "Remember, no cumming without permission. Is that understood?"
"Yes... yes, sir..."
You grit your teeth and try to hold back the orgasm. Your muscles tighten as his fingers keep playing with your clitoris. The fire that was engulfing you has now become an inferno, the pleasure and pain all that you can process. It builds higher and higher, until you are about to break.
