He looked up at her, eyes pleading with her to stop. She ignored them. Instead, she returned her attention to his nipples and really started to play. Michael moaned and bucked as she skillfully played his body like an instrument, sending waves of pleasure through him. His legs kicked out with each new surge.
"Need to do something about that," Ginger noted.
She reached down and yanked off his shoes. They, and his socks, joined his shirt somewhere else in the room. He tried to tell her to stop but was too weak to speak. He could only watch as Ginger separated him from his pants and underwear as well.
"We both know you won't be needing those tonight."
His only response was a weak whimper. She reached under her desk and dragged out an open duffle bag full of white cotton rope.
"I keep one in every room," she explained. "You never know when or where you'll encounter a weak little runt you just have to dominate."
His breathing became ragged. This was too much, too fast. He had to get out of here. He couldn't let her tie him up. God only knew what she would do to him once she had him restrained. He wasn't moving. Why wasn't he moving? Why was the sight of the rope making him so fucking hard? He couldn't be into this. That wasn't possible. He was normal. Wasn't he? Ginger yanked the contents of the bag free. His dick throbbed with each pull. Oh god.
"Please..." he begged quietly.
"Don't worry, Runt. The Mighty Ginger will make everything better."
She settled back into her rolling chair, forcing him back into her lap. Her grip never wavered. He was still pinned to her as if by gravity itself. He looked at the rope in her hand and shuddered once more.
She started slowly. She wove the ropes around his ankles, pinning them together. She did the same just below and then above his knees. She easily forced his arms behind his back. From there she easily sinched his wrists together. This was followed by ropes below and above his elbows. Rope then encircled his shoulders. Another ring went just above his hips. She wove two more ovals of rope around him, intertwined with the other two. The new ones ran diagonally forming an 'X' across his chest. It did little to further confine his movements, but he was sure it had its purpose.
She laid him on the floor, his feet at hers, facing up at her. She playfully kicked off her shoes and placed her bare toes upon his exposed flesh. He writhed beneath her from the intoxicating feeling. She ran them over his body, gripping his nipples with her toes before playing with them once more. He moaned out in renewed pleasure. He dared not speak. If he did it might end this. For some reason, he didn't want this to end. Whatever this was.
"Your boss mentioned the employee he was sending had two days off after this. I think he told me to assuage some guilt for having you come out here so late. I thought nothing of it at the time. It wasn't until I had you in my lap that I realized he gave me quite a gift. I have forty-eight hours to cover up your disappearance."
"Disappearance?" he asked in a broken moan.
Instead of answering she took hold of his swollen manhood with her feet. With malicious glee, she began to rub.
"I'm sure you're aware of the tradition of kissing someone at midnight on New Year's Eve."
He was too distracted by her footjob to know if he did or not.
"I've always found it to be a bit too... tame for my liking. I'm sure we'll think of something better. After all we still have..." she stopped to check her computer, "... thirty minutes left."
She was an expert with those feet of hers. She kept Micheal on the verge of orgasm. His rigid member throbbed with unexplored passion. After a while she stopped and stood over him. She loosened her skirt and let it fall on him before lifting it with her foot and tossing it aside. From his spot on the floor, he had a clear view of her bright red panties.
"Twenty minutes left."
She straddled his waist, letting the crack of her ass rest gently against his ever-throbbing cock.
"That feels nice," she teased.
She rubbed her ass all over it. She always made sure to stop before Micheal could climax and let his erection die down a little before begging anew. Eventually she stopped and stood. He watched as Ginger pulled her top off and tossed it away as well. Her tight red bra and the overflowing breasts behind eclipsed the ceiling light.
"Ten minutes left."
She returned to her previous position. This time, however, she bent over so that her bra clad breasts rested on Micheal's face.
"They're bigger than most of your body," she laughed. "That's it!"
She pulled her panties down to her feet. Once she did so she stretched them out and slipped Micheal's legs inside the holes facing her own.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"You'll see."
Ginger slid the panties back up. The resulting pressure forced their hips together. It also forced his dick inside her. Micheal gasped at the feeling. She unhooked her bra and slipped it behind his head. She then carefully hooked it back in place. His head was pushed forward, slipping into the warm, sweaty chasm that was Ginger's colossal cleavage. With far less effort than someone should in her current situation Ginger stood up. Micheal just hanged there, even more of a prisoner than he had been before.
"Almost time. Five... four... three... two... one... Happy New Year!"
Without any further warning, she slammed away. She pounded the little man with a sexual experience more powerful than any he dared dream of before. He shouted out in ecstasy as she fucked him senseless. He came several times throughout the night. By the time the sun rose for the first time that year Micheal was unconscious. Ginger left him in place as she got to work. She just had forty-eight hours to make sure no one came looking for her new little sex slave.
