I slept like shit last night. Overthinking is one of my perks and I spent the whole night spiralling into thoughts about my new potential "training" routine. I wonder what he has planned for me. The sounds of his orgasm had haunted me on my entire way home, ghosted around in my brain, and kept me wondering how I ended up in this situation.
I wasn't exactly complaining about him finally finding his way into my panties but that wasn't how I expected it to happen if I had expected it to happen at all. Which I did not. Never would I ever have thought to be this close to him. To fuck with him. To give him a blowjob on my knees in the middle of his office.
A ping rips me out of my thoughts and a new message shows me that he might have stolen my phone number from my personnel file. "Do you own a anal plug?" is written all over my screen and my eyes roll naturally at his sharpened wording.
"Good morning to you, too. Why?" is my quick response.
"It's a simple yes or no question, Lara. Answer it. And... good morning." A grin spreads over my face.
"Maybe." I can practically hear him huff out in annoyance right now. Can imagine him being all unamused, huffing and puffing before my phone pings again.
"Wear it. I want you plugged today, squirming on your office chair not knowing what might come next. See you at the office." Well, I guess I'm doing him the favour and find my plug before I have to rush to work. Several minutes and many boxes later, I finally find it and it looks bigger than in my imagination. This has to do now. I grab the lube out of my nightstand and squad down while pouring a good amount of liquid onto the metal plug. Prepping it until it's slick and slippery, I reach down and insert it into my itching backdoor. The cold metal on that sensitive spot has me hissing in anticipation. I'm taking my time, tease my hole with the toy before inserting it completely. A small moan escapes my lips as I stand up and feel it settle in.
Pulling my panties and skirt on, easy access for him today, I scoot out of the door and straight to my car. The bumpy road feels more intense than it usually does and that's for sure fault of that toy that's stretching me out. Every hole in the street has me twitching and squirming in my seat.
Fifteen minutes later I enter the hall of the office building. The elevator brings me up to my floor and the first thing I see when the doors open is the handsome face of my boss. The scowl on his face turns into a filthy grin when he notices me and he licks his lips. I'm squirming instantly and when I feel the plug move with my movements I hiss and can barely keep my eyes from rolling backwards. His grin widens and the full lips of his mouth wish me a good morning. At least that's what I think he's said because the rushing of my blood is so loud to my ears that I can't hear anything else.
I nod into his direction before passing him quickly and basically running to my office, slamming the door shut behind me. My phone pings. "Good girl. Also, you look stunning in that sexy skirt of yours. Take off your panties. I want you bare and ready to bend over for me," he texts me, and my hands move on their own pulling my panties down and off my legs. My door swings open and he strolls inside, leaving it wide open. "Lara? A quick word please," he says and the wicked smile on his lips is anything but friendly. It's filthy and promising in the best way.
"How may I help you, Sir?" His eyes darken when he hears my way of addressing him. His pupils delay and the brown of his eyes is barely visible soon-ish later.
His hand shoots forward and a sharp "Give it to me" leaves no room for assumptions. The tiny thong dangles off my fingers as he grabs it and rips it out of my hands. "Good girl. I emailed you a file, please work on it and send it back to me right after. I'll have a look at it and we can discuss it further if necessary," says he and turns on the spot, leaving me behind completely stunned.
