Lexi Monroe was not amused this particular Tuesday morning. After practically throwing herself at her husband the night before, only to be brushed off by the excuse he was 'too tired', and left in bed by herself while he played through another video game left her mentally drained, annoyed, and frustratingly horny. The Monroe's had been married for a few years and had a relationship most people were envious of. If only those people knew that Lexi and her husband, Matt, we're indeed perfectly compatible in every way but one; sex. Lexi was a freak. Matt was a nun with a dick.
She went to work trying to distract herself from her frustrations. Lexi worked at a small business that specialized in fulfillment and logistics. She worked as a personal assistant for her boss, Greg, ensuring that he made his appointments, kept his employees packaging and shipping all day, and reminding him of his wife's birthday, date nights, and anniversary. She enjoyed what she did. It paid decent and the hours were flexible, allowing her to maintain a steady stream of hobbies and game nights with friends. The environment at her work was relaxed, and she had built a good relationship with Greg.
To most people, Greg was the biggest asshole on the planet. Lexi listened to all his tricks on how to get better deals, work over new clients, and continue to produce big numbers for the company. He had a bit of an ego but she found it charming. Despite his demeanor he was good to his employees and fair to those that did business with him, and everyone wanted to do business with him. He was loud, intimidating, brash, and large in stature. If he thought of something, he said it, regardless of who was in the room. While some people feared him, Lexi understood his motives.
Their relationship wasn't a typical secretary and boss dynamic. She had found herself 'spilling the tea' with him quite often. Whether it be about her friends, other employees, or sometimes even her own relationship, Greg usually heard about it from her. He seemed to enjoy it, however, as he would often quip in with what most people would consider wildly outrageous and inappropriate commentary. This often caused Lexi to laugh or sometimes blush. Now and then she'd even tingle up a bit depending on the take that he had. It was a bit of a turn on to hear someone speak so brashly. It made work at the office pleasant and the days fast.
After a short commute, Lexi walked into the office. It was a cold, dreary morning with thunderstorms expected in the afternoon, so she had worn long-sleeved button up shirt tucked into tight black jeans. The ensemble hugged her petite body. Her long brown hair was tied up in a bun on her head and the only jewelry she wore was a small apple watch with a white band. As she stowed her umbrella she heard Greg call her name, already looking to bark orders and jumpstart the day before she even had a chance to clock-in.
"Lexi, what the fuck is going on with our shipment in Atlanta?"
Without answering she approached his office in the back of the warehouse, taking note of the fact the two employees responsible for packing and shipping their products weren't in today. Lexi turned the corner into Greg's office, picking up the smell of a new cologne he was wearing. He sat in his chair, leaning back with his loafers on the desk and a pen in his mouth. His office was more of a man-cave than an office, with pictures of his favorite baseball team decorating every wall.
"You look good," he said just as Lexi was opening her mouth to speak.
"Thanks. What happened with Atlanta?"
"Doesn't matter, if you don't know then I don't know. The guys didn't want to drive down the hill in case we get snow today so it's just you and I finishing up a couple orders. Then we'll get the hell out of here," Greg said nonchalantly.
"Sounds good to me," Lexi said.
She went back out into the warehouse and started pulling packing slips. She couldn't help think about the morning and her husband's inability to give her what she desired. It didn't make things any easier when Greg, who was working next to her, smelled as good as he did. He had paid her a compliment as soon as he saw her, and most days she felt like she was just trying to get her husband to just look at her. The lack of sex was driving her crazy.
"Your quiet today," Greg said.
"Ugh," Lexi sighed.
"That bad of a morning, huh?" Greg asked, turning to face her as he stopped packing.
"Matt just doesn't want to do anything, I don't get it," Lexi said.
She had told Greg quite a bit about her frustrations with Matt and their lacking in the bedroom. It never felt weird, but as a constructive outlet. She appreciated his humor over the situation and he typically shared about his own frustrations with the lack of sex in his bedroom as well. The poor guy had gone months without so much as a hand-job. Sometimes, when she really thought about it, Lexi would realize how dangerous two sexually starved individuals talking about sex could be. The same thought excited her too, as much as she hated to admit it.
"Trust me, I don't get it either. Especially when you're throwing it at him. Sorry Lex, but he's a bit of an idiot," Greg said.
Lexi smiled and shook her head.
"It drive me up the wall! Like I'm here, just fucking take me! But I'm the one that has to always initiate. Always."
"I get that," Greg laughed.
The two of them continued to work in silence, but Lexi could feel tension settling in the air. Not the kind of tension that made people anxious, but the kind that excited people. She couldn't help noticing how much she responded to talking to Greg about such things.
"Ya know I actually asked for a blowjob last night," said Greg, disrupting the silence.
"How'd that go?"
"Well I fucked the hell out of my left hand an hour after so about as well as you'd think."
Lexi erupted into laughter, however it was drowned out by the sound of thunder that nearly shook the building.
"I couldn't blame you if you found it elsewhere," she joked.
"Is that an offer?" asked Greg.
"I don't know," Lexi replied teasingly.
The two had often joked along the lines of each other but had never directly crossed that line. They sometimes teased and flirted with each other, but had never made it about both of them together. It was a boundary that Lexi had respected, even though she had days where she thought to herself she'd be okay crossing it. There was something about how Greg took charge that appealed to her submissive nature, a submissiveness she never got to experience with her husband.
Suddenly the tension was interrupted by a phone ringing. Greg sighed and walked back to his office, leaving Lexi alone with her intrusive thoughts, playing out the previous conversation in her head. What if she had said yes? Would he had responded negatively or scolded her for taking it to far? Would that have ended their friendship and their comfortable work-relationship? All these questions discouraged her, but the discouragement couldn't keep down the excitement of what else could have happened.
"What?!" she yelped as the power went out in the building. The warehouse was pitch black for the exception of a bit of light streaming in from the glass front door. Lexi searched around the shadows of the desk in front of her for her phone so she could at least turn on the flash light. She startled when she felt two hands grab her waist and pull her slightly back. It took her a moment to realize what was happening.
Greg had pressed body up against hers. Lexi could feel a bulge growing in his jeans as his right hand untucked her shirt and his left hand began to unzip her jeans. She didn't move, but stood silently, trying to relax her body. She couldn't believe what was happening. His hands were large and rough, but moved gently as his left hand now descended into her jeans, rubbing her softly. She let out a soft sigh as he applied pressure to her with his fingers. His right hand had now moved under her shirt.
Lexi's breathing began to quicken as Greg continued to work his fingers inside of her. Greg's right hand left her nipple and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her back as he lightly bit her right shoulder. She moaned in approval, giving him permission to continue. He responded in kind, pushing her forward against the desk and pulling down her jeans aggressively. She gasped at the sudden tempo, her mind racing through ecstasy and excitement.
With Greg's right hand gripped gently but firmly around the back of her neck, Lexi heard him unzip his pants. She could hardly believe how wet she was. Everything was a blur. She felt herself widened her legs in anticipation, but the first thing she felt was a hard smack against her ass. She gasped out a moan that filled the warehouse. It caused him to slap her ass again. The sting felt amazing as she could feel herself on the verge of an orgasm already.
The spanking continued for several moments. The hand around the back of her neck had climbed up into her hair as he pulled her head up off of the desk.
"I want to hear how much you enjoy it," Greg growled.
"Mmm-hmm," is all she could respond with.
Finally she felt his cock push up against her. Every inhibition she may have had an hour ago disappeared and Greg entered her. She gasped and then moaned as he slowly pulled out and entered her again. He was slow and controlled with each motion. Lexi raised up on her toes, practically begging for more. Greg answered the unspoken plea. With another hard smack against her ass he began to increase the pace of his rhythm with long and deep strokes. Lexi lost total control as the sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled the warehouse. He was fucking her relentlessly, grunting with each stroke causing her to cry out in response.
