The Promotion

When I get back to the office I put away my phone. I needed to not think about the lunch, the meeting, the opportunity. It doesn't feel real. I'm not ready for it to feel real. I need a beat to make sure I'm not lost in some crazy, unexpected dream where I get exactly what I need for the first time in my life. I need to pretend the last four days didn't happened. That Noah didn't happen.

I throw myself into the write up of the analysis I did on the cost efficiency of our south Asian shipping routes, making it the only thing that matters for the next few hours. The last few hours before Noah is supposed to make good on his promise. The hours between me and a life changing email. I let myself sink into the numbers and charts and jargon so I can forget about what Noah's done. What he's going to do.

It's nearly five when I put the period on a sentence that sums up the issues we're having moving things in and out of Mumbai. A message flashes at the lower right corner of the screen. Stop cutting out words from your prose to distract yourself and check your damn email, Ella.

I quickly type back Stop messing with my flow, Noah. I'm almost done.

I swear to God, Ella, if you don't stop what you're doing RIGHT NOW, I'm going to make your ass regret it.

Promise? I reply, but I lock my laptop and get out my phone. There's a notification from my email app displayed just below the time and temperature on the lock screen alerting me that I have a new message from R.Lance@KLGroup.com with the subject "Regarding the position of Middle East and South Asian Logistics Lead"

My hand shakes as I punch in my code and pull up the email. I read Ms. Mariov, We are pleased to offer you...before my eyes skip down to the number a few sentences later. My jaw falls open, then my eyes start to blur and my lungs go tight. It's so much more than I thought it would be. The hard thunk of my phone hitting my desk barely registers as I try to process what those words are making me feel.

"Are you okay?"

I start, nearly tipping over in my chair. Amelie, the project manager that sits in the cube next to mine, peaks over top of the dividing wall. She's looking at me like I've stuck my finger in an electric socket and my hair is smoking and standing on end.

I nod, blinking the tears that have started to form in my eyes away and swallow the choking feeling that's taken up residence in my throat. With only a hint of a croak, I say, "I'm good."

"Okay. For a minute there..." Amelie starts. She looks me over and asks, "Ella, what's going on? You're smiling like you just found out...Did you get the promotion?!"

The promotion. Fuck. I'd actually forgotten about it even though it was the thing that set all of this in motion. Distantly, I reply "The promotion...It doesn't matter. Something better...I just found out I got a job at Margot Kinkaid's new start-up."

"You...WHAT?!" Amelie comes around the wall and throws her arms around me. "Ella! This is amazing! Why didn't you say anything about it before this? She's...this is so great!"

I sit, stunned, as she squeezes my arms and chest in a tight hug. "I...I didn't...I just...Noah, he just told me about it today. He brought me to lunch with Margot. It happened so fast."

"I surprised her with it."

I try not to slip out of my chair again and drag Amelie to the ground with me. She jumps, letting me go and whipping around to where Noah has snuck up on us. Shocked, she demands, "You...I thought you were going to announce Ella's promotion this afternoon? What happened?!"

He smiles, that sly grin of his on full display. "I was. I still will, if that's what you want, Ella. I know you'll do a great job in whatever role you fill, but when Margot got in touch asking if I knew anyone who would be good fit for her new venture, I realized I'd be selfish not to tell Ella about it, so I set up a meeting."

"Oh I see," Amelie says with a knowing smile. "You're so noble, Noah."

"I wouldn't say that," Noah laughs a little too quickly.

"He's something," I mumble as heat flushes my cheeks. I try not to look at either of them.

Amelie's eyes dart back and forth between the two of us, but she doesn't press. She's good like that, knowing when and when not to go digging. Instead she declares, "Well, this calls for a celebration!"

"I does," Noah agrees, his grin growing huge. More loudly than necessary, he announces, "Tomorrow. It's too late to get everyone out for a proper congratulations, and I owe Ella a dinner."

Amelie's smile freezes as her eyes dart back and forth between the two of us. She starts, "You owe her a wh-"

"He does!" I cut in, too quick to sound anything but guilty.

Noah manages much better than I do, adding, "I promised her a meal after she stayed late last Thursday to help me with the quarterly update for the division VP."

I nod as Amelie looks at me for confirmation, trying to smooth the guilty look from my face. "Yes. The update."

After a long pause where Amelie gives Noah a not quite glare, she says, "Tomorrow. Yes. I'll make sure everyone knows. If that's okay with you, Ella?"

"Yes," I manage. My head is still spinning.

"Great," Noah says in a vaguely dismissive tone.

"Well, I was about to head out, so I'll leave the two of you to sort out your dinner." Amelie says as she quickly grabs her things she gives me a big, "Congrats, lady! You'll have to give me all the details tomorrow!"

"I will," I nod, my head feeling odd and light as I move it up and down. As Amelie's heels clack across the tiled floor of the office space, I look around and notice everyone else is either gone or packing up. A few of them glance at Noah and I as they head towards the elevator, but they don't linger. In less than five minutes, the last ding of it heading down sounds as it carries our co-workers to the lobby.

The door has barely closed when Noah grabs my hand and pulls me from my chair. His lips are on me so fast the wind goes out of me. I feel his hand on my ass, pressing me against his already hard cock. Fast, frantic kisses cover my lips, cheek, jaw. He sucks the skin beneath my ear hard enough there's sure to be a mark I don't think I'll be able to cover, even with a whole vat of concealer. He lifts my leg to curl around his hip, pausing to slap my still bare pussy. I whimper at the jolt. It surprises more than it stings, sending cum dripping from my slit. I don't think I've stopped being wet since he made me come earlier, but this is enough to coat my thighs. Noah moans, "Ella, baby...you feel so fucking good. I want to bend you over right here and fill you with my cock."

"Noah," I try to sound scandalized, but his mouth and his hands are making it impossible. I try again, "We can't just...We still work here."

He growls harshly into my throat. I want him to take me, I'm aching for it, but I try to remind myself why we shouldn't. Anyone could walk in. Even if I am about to quit, there's still a whole mess of trouble we could get in, Noah especially. He knows it too, but he doesn't seem to care. He squeezes my ass hard and grinds against me, then yanks my chair out of the way and shoves me so I'm bent over my desk, ass in the air. He doesn't care at all if someone sees us. With barely checked need, he asks, "Remember what to say if you need to stop?"

"Mercy," I say, my voice breathy with want. We're really doing this, right out in the open for anyone that comes in to see.

"Good girl," he says, then hands me my phone and gestures at my laptop, commanding, "Fix it. Now. I want to stick my cock in you without it resulting in one of us getting terminated."

"Yes sir," I reply, more sass in my words than I intend.

As I tap in my code, he buries a hand in my hair and pulls, a sharp warning not to test him. "Don't be a brat," he growls.

The way he commands me is so different than the way he does when I'm his baby girl. I love the way he takes care of me then and makes me feel so wanted, but I realize I love this too. He's going to use me just like he did before, and that sends a thrill straight through me, lighting up my core and making me even wetter. As I quickly skim the email from Margot's hiring manager, making sure there isn't anything unexpected in it, he roughly lifts up my skirt. A hard slap jars the phone in my hand, making me yelp in surprise. "Sir!"

He spanks me again and pulls my hair so I'm arched back. "You're too slow. Are you making me wait on purpose?"

"No, s-sir!" I stutter, quickly typing out a response to the offer letter.

Another stinging swat nearly makes me hit send before I have my signature on the page. "Faster." He orders. I set the phone down on my desk and check it over for any obvious typos. Spit hits my asshole as Noah threatens, "If you don't fucking send that right now I'm going to show you what happens to brats that don't do as they're told."

Both of us know it's not a promise, not a threat. I let my finger hover just a second before pressing it to the screen. Another crack flares across my ass, this time hard enough that it's going to hurt to sit down. I let out a yelp that turns into a moan. One hand smooths over my cheek as he rubs the spit around my back hole. "You shouldn't test me, Ella. You know what happens when you're a bad girl."

"You like it when I'm a bad girl," I say as I type in my password on the laptop.

Three more hard, quick spankings land on my ass. I gasp as tears come back to my eyes. It hurts like a motherfucker, but every blow sends a shock straight to my clit. I squirm, trying to get friction on it, but Noah slaps my thighs apart. "I like making you behave. If you don't, I'll turn this ass so red that you'll spend the rest of your week needing a cushion to sit down before I fill it with my cum. Now hurry up before my hand gets tired and I switch to my belt."

My mouth waters at the though, but I know I can't take it, not after he's given so many hard blows already, so I quickly type out what might be the shortest resignation letter ever written. Noah continues to finger my ass, adding more lubrication as he waits for me, using the occasional spanking to hurry me along. When it's done, I push the arrow from the mouse to send but don't click, taunting him. He yanks my head back again and growls in my ear, "Send it. Now. Or I'll shove my cock in your mouth until you gag on my cum, then edge you until you're begging me to stop. Naughty sluts don't get to come."

"Yes sir," I say, hoping I sound more sorry than I feel as I click the mouse. Noah sweeps my laptop to the side and pushes me forward so that my thighs press against the hard edge of the desk and my cheek slaps its surface. It's rougher than he was the first time he fucked me, and I whine as another pulse of desire spreads between my legs. The sound of his belt being unbuckled and yanked free has me tensing and turning so I can see, but he pushes my face back down harder and says sharply, "Stay there."

I give a wordless whine, pushing my toes against the ground so that my ass lifts. Noah ignores me. His firm grip captures my wrists with one hand and then I feel his belt circle them. He wraps it round and round, pulling tight so that the hard edges dig into my skin. Once my arms are secure, he strokes between my legs, teasing my clit then dipping into my pussy. His fingers hook so he can rub me at just the right angle and his hot breath tickles my cheek as he leans down and murmurs, "I like you like this. Trussed up and helpless. Ready for me to use you just like I did when you came to me begging for a promotion. Do you like being used, Ella?"

"Yes...Please..." I whisper, understanding that it's true right as I say it. I need to let go, give up, be nothing but a warm, wet place someone shoves their cock into to get off. I need to stop thinking too much, stop worrying, stop having a mind at all. I need to only exist for someone else's pleasure. Someone I feel safe enough with to be that way for a little while. I feel safe with Noah. I trust him.

"That's right, Ella," he says, kicking my legs further apart. His head nudges against my asshole. I whimper at the start of the delectable feeling that only comes from being fucked in the ass. As he pushes inside me, he moans, "You need this cock."

A long, high pitched cry comes out of my mouth as he stretches me. He's careful. Patient. He gives me his length a little at a time, slowly driving forward until he bumps right up against what I can take and then pulling back enough to let my body get used to him before moving further in. While he waits, he teases my clit, flicking lightly, making the tight ring of muscle pulse around him. After a bunch of quick taps that are almost too much for me, he grunts, "This ass needs to get fucked.

I try to relax as he gives me another inch, but he's got me so wound up that I can barely breathe. He must sense it, because he strokes between my shoulder blades and says softly, "That's it. You're such a good toy. Taking me whenever I want. My perfect little doll."

His words and his soft touch soothe me as he draws back and then pushes a little more. I know from before that I can take all of him and that when he's buried inside me it's going to feel so fucking good. I'm ready, I can't wait anymore, so I whimper, "Please, Sir. I need all of it."

"You need all of this?" Noah taunts as he retreats one last time and then I feel him bending over me. A rough lick drags from the top of my spine to where my neck meets my shoulder. He laps at that spot, lulling me until I feel like all the bones in my body have melted away.

"Please," I beg right as he thrusts hard, giving me the last of him. His teeth sink into my neck. Two different kinds of pain stab through me, the hurt washing over me and combining into something new and amazing. I feel a scream working its way up my throat, but Noah's hand covers my mouth before the sound can escape. He hushes me sweetly, "Shh...I know that feels good, but you have to be quiet, just like earlier. Toys don't make a sound. Keep being my good little doll or I'll have to put you back on the shelf."

The thought of him stopping, of not being used, makes me feel terrible. Right now I need to be what makes him feel good, need to be what he fills with his cum. I need to be perfect for him. I can't stand the thought of his disappointment. I squeeze my eyes shut and choke back a sob.

The tension of him being all the way inside me without moving is so strong it hurts, but he doesn't move, not while I'm still struggling to keep cries from coming out of my mouth. A gentle kiss claims the tear that's welled at the corner of my eye. He whispers, "It's alright, baby doll. I'll help you stay quiet."

The sound of cloth rubbing against cloth tells me what Noah has in mind. He lifts my head and shoves something soft in my mouth, then wraps his tie around it, trapping the gag. Once it's secure, he murmurs, "Blink three times if you need me to stop. Do it now so I know you understand."

I do as he tells me, blinking deliberately.

"That's my good toy." He praises. His body lifts from mine. I feel his eyes sweeping up and down before settling where his cock fills my ass. "The next time I fuck you like this I'm going to take a picture. My cock shoved all the way into your ass is the hottest thing I've ever seen. I'll pull it up when I'm jerking off. You'd like that, wouldn't you, me coming to the memory of fucking you when you're helpless?"

I moan, hoping he takes it as a yes. My cunt aches, more cum seeping out of me. He grunts, then shoves two fingers deep inside me. "Such a dirty little slut. You love it."

Even if I had the voice to deny it, I wouldn't. Both of us know it's true.

He starts to move, pulling out and then thrusting back in. He's rough this time, truly hurting me, but it still feels fucking incredible. With each brutal stroke he fucks my pussy just as hard. His thumb grinds angrily against my clit, while his free hand dives under me to savage my breast, pinching hard all over.

I feel like I'm on fire. Like I'm dying. My sobs come harder, a raw sound that matches his pounding. He's truly using me, just like both of us want. "Does that hurt, Ella? Does it hurt when I use you so hard? Like you're nothing but this ass for me to fuck, this pussy for me to pump my fingers in and out of? Like you don't matter at all?"

More sobs, louder this time despite the gag, are the only answer I can give. He slaps my butt cheek hard and growls, "Quiet or I'll pull out and spray your back with my cum instead of filling you like I know you want."

The warning twists in my stomach, a sick, lost feeling that cuts through my desperate cries until all that's left are pathetic whimpers. He makes a satisfied grunt and then goes back to abusing my holes.

For a long time the only sounds are the wet smack of his fingers in my pussy and his balls slapping my cunt, with the occasional groan or quiet whimper from one of us. He keeps a hard, even pace, thoroughly dominating and exploiting my body. I get lost in the torture, letting it seep into every part of me until I'm lost. Perfectly numb, just like I need.

Another spank claws me back from the daze. Noah demands, "No more drifting! You're going to feel every part of me pumping you full of my cum."

I've lost the ability to move, let alone respond, but I manage a few short, sharp breaths through my nose that I hope show him that I'm present. He lands a second blow on my other cheek, but rubs it gently right after before picking up the pace. "Good girl."

His hips snap over and over, his fingers thrust, his thumb chafes. I can't even imagine how my body is racing towards climax after being so overwhelmed, but as his movements become more erratic I find myself rising with him. A stream of barely coherent encouragement floods out of Noah's mouth. "That's...yes...oh baby...so good...it feels...be my...come with me...good girl...fuck! FUCK!"

Right as my pussy clamps down around his fingers and my ass grips his cock, Noah gives a harsh, scraping, piercing growl. His length twitches, spurting the first of his cum in my abused hole. My climax slams into me, an sharp, angry, unbelievable spike that rocks me to my core and makes a torrent of impossible sparks shoot through my body.

Everything goes quiet. Dark. Numb. Everything except Noah's cock blasting my ass with his cum. It's the only thing that matters, the only part of me that's left, the part that he's used so hard that I don't know if the feeling of him inside me will ever completely go away.

He collapses on my back, his weight crushing me, but I don't care. Being pressed flat against my desk, covered by his body, his cock still inside me, might be the closest I've ever felt to another person. It's so good it's dangerous, the kind of feeling that will make me say things I've never said before. I'm glad for the gag, because I'm not sure if I'm ready to say them.

We lay there for a while, neither of us making a sound. There's fierce pressure in it. His breathing is rough and heavy in my ear. My pulse races erratically. The longer we lay there, though, the more it eases. Our bodies know how to come back from the place we sent them, so we wait, letting them settle.

When both of us have gone soft, Noah pushes up with both hands, lifting off of me. He slides his fingers from the base of my skull, up through my hair, pushing the gag off. As I fill my lungs, the belt around my wrists loosens and he draws my skirt back down my legs. His zipper sounds, metal on metal, then he picks me up and settles me carefully in his lap, just like before. I curl into him, resting my head on his chest.

We still don't speak, a quiet agreement that it's too soon for words. I listen to his heart, the slow beat somehow familiar. After a minute he begins to slowly run his hand from my crown to my back, smoothing down my sex toussled hair and making me feel like he never wants to let me go.