"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.
"Please sir... please! May I cum?!"
You want to so badly... you can't hold out for much longer. It's such a relief when you feel him bend over you to whisper in your ear, to allow you to let go and let the wave crash over you again.
"No."
You're so startled that you almost lose control. His fingers keep their slow and insidious rhythm on you, and your hips move involuntarily against them as you try to hold off the inevitable.
You moan louder, whimpers mixing with the sound as you try to do as you've been told. "Please sir, may I cum? Please? Please sir, may I..."
"No," he repeats. "You may not. Not yet. You should be able to last longer than a few seconds, after all."
His eyes twinkle as he looks down at you, the sheen of sweat on your body reflected in those pools. You love him so much, though right now you hate him so much more for denying you release.
"Please? Please sir?" Your voice breaks as you begin to lose control. "Please sir! Please! Please may I... please.... May... sir... aaaggghhh!!!" Your words come in ragged breaths as you use the last bit of strength trying to hold back the wave, but it's too strong. Every muscle in your body goes taut as an electric current rips through you, crashing back and forth over and over into your brain. Your mouth stays open in a breathless cry as the wave roars in your ears and the world fades to white.
"So Catherine, how would you feel about going to the conference with me? It's not far enough for flying, so you don't have to worry about the TSA getting all grabby with you or anything. We could just drive down, stay the night so we're ready in the morning. After the conference, we'd just drive back. You could ride with me, or drive separately whichever you'd prefer."
Catherine looked at Alan, her boss, and considered. The conference would be nice to attend, since even after a few months she was still the wet behind the ears new person. Any chance to pick up new skills was always helpful.
"Sounds good to me. If you don't mind, I'll ride with you. I need to get my car serviced anyway, so it'd be a great time to do it."
Alan smiled at her, "That's settled then. I'll reserve rooms for us, and we can head out tomorrow after work if that's ok with you."
She nodded her agreement. As she turned to leave his office she started planning for the next day. She could pack when she got home, and would just need to ask her neighbor to feed and play with her dogs. The poor things always hated when she was gone for the night.
She smiled as she thought about spending time with Alan. He was a really nice guy, friendly and outgoing. She was in her early twenties and he in his early forties, but they had always gotten along very well. They hadn't actually spent that much time together, but the times they had spent were pleasant. He had a way of making her laugh, and while he was an average looking guy she might have made a play for him. Well, if he weren't old enough to be her father.
Oh yeah, and if he weren't married.
She shook her head and thought to herself, "This is great... the only three guys in my life are all at work. Two are married and the only one close to my age is like a puppy that I'm afraid will get his tail stepped on."
Back at her desk, Catherine dove back into her work. Monitors alive with columns and rows, checking paper against LCD. It was a surprise when she noticed Stephen walking past her desk with his jacket on.
"What? Is it five already?" she asked, almost blurrily as her eyes tried to refocus on something farther away than her monitor.
"Yep. Come on little miss eager beaver. You know, you keep working like this and you're going to make us old guys look bad."
