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REVERSI
“Reversal of Roles; black becomes white. Reversi – a game of mind against mind, strategy is everything, winning and losing comes down to the very last move.”
Darkness had claimed the city, spreading its wings over the streets and buildings bringing the streetlights into full bloom; glowing orange against the inky-black backdrop. The man at the window wasn’t admiring the poetic perfection of the night, nor the beauty and promise that it held; all he could think about was how late the hour was, how silent the office complex was, and the twisted irony of his situation. The floor-to-ceiling glass window provided an unparalleled view of the city skyline.
Holly sauntered through the empty complex, the clicks of her heels echoing off the low acoustic ceilings, she hummed a little tune, trying to calm her heartbeat into its default state instead of the nervous pitter-patter that it had spiked to as soon as her thoughts had turned to the person whose office it was she was heading to. She’d never been the same since she overheard him speaking on the phone when she was working late one night. The memory of what she heard made her shiver in delight.
It had been over a week since she’d been walking down the corridors, pretty much like she was now, minding her own business, on an errand for her boss. She was meant to take a stack of paper work to Marcus, and retrieve a few files that she’d left with him to go over earlier in the day. His door was semi-open when she got there, and just as she was about to knock she heard his voice. What she heard made her stand stock-still, breathing heavily, unwilling to interrupt.
She knew it was wrong, that she really shouldn’t eavesdrop. She knew it could cost her everything – her job if she was caught. But she couldn’t tear herself away …
“Didn’t I give you specific orders to stay in bed, naked, with that dildo up your ass until I came home?” he growled down the phone.
Holly gulped, as her body reacted in ways she’d never felt before.
“What do you mean there was someone at the door?! You had specific orders.”
“I don’t care if you had to visit someone at the hospital! My orders are law!”
“So that means you are not at home right now?” his voice had become dangerously low, and Holly trembled, thankful that it wasn’t her on the other end of the line. She had tiptoed away, and asked someone else to fetch the files from his office, as she couldn’t imagine facing him after hearing that.
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Approaching the office she stopped in the doorway, seeing the view out of his window. He had his back to her, looking out and she felt the familiar sensations flutter through her. It would never do for him to know what she was thinking.
Standing up straighter, she tapped on the door, "your loyalty and dedication are admirable Marcus, but you should really not exhaust yourself so much."
"There’s always something to do!" he snapped, "she always has something up her sleeve just as I am about to leave"
“I know. She does the same to all of us …”
“It must be intolerable being her secretary! She’s supposed to be my partner – when she’s not coming up with ridiculous ideas when it’s almost time to call it a day!”
Holly just smiled, unwilling to get dragged into discussing what she might or might not feel towards her boss.
“It’s really not that bad,”
He turned back to the window, "what are you still doing here anyway?"
"I like the silence, the darkness, the lights," she said tilting her head a bit, biting her lower lip, "and it's far less hectic, feels like the whole place is mine.” She paused, “so, what are you doing here anyway? From what I can see you’re just being moody and staring out the window!”
He shrugged, “that’s none of your business,”
She shivered as she watched him, "what do you want?" he asked, watching her gulp and look away from him. “Nothing … I-“
“You what?”
She felt the flutter in her stomach, the trembling of her knees, the breath catching in her throat, an intense physical reaction that she couldn’t contain. Her mind was over-ridden by her desire, as she slid down on the floor to her knees, chest heaving, biting her lip, hair covering her face. "I heard you talking the other day, about slaves and masters and games and orders." She whispered, trembling as she blushed scarlet.
“You were listening in on my conversations?” he growled, anger radiating from him.
She flinched, “no Sir,” she muttered, words falling from her lips, “I couldn’t help it, I promise I wasn’t listening, I was just coming to pick up the files and I happened to hear you talking, I only heard a little then I went away and thought I’d return when you were off the phone … but I couldn’t get what I heard out of my mind … and it’s been tormenting me … I was hoping … perhaps … you'd find some use for a girl like me?"
“No, I don’t! And you should be ashamed of yourself! Imagine if Gillian finds out, Imagine what all your co-workers would say if they saw you here on your knees practically begging to become … but what is it you thought you could be, pray tell?”
She shivered, “I don’t know, I want to be commanded, I want guidance, and yet I have never found it … I heard you the other night and since then I haven’t been able to think of anything else. I want to submit to you.”
“You look as though you’d rather be anywhere else than in my company right about now,” he said with a lopsided smile.
She just blushed and hung her head; this was not how she thought it would happen; now she was afraid, very afraid. She’d miscalculated, she’d messed up, and now she had totally compromised herself.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “May I please go now?”
“Without showing me what things you might be useful for?”
She trembled, “what would you like me to show you?” she whispered, feeling extremely vulnerable, sensing a trap had just been sprung yet unsure of what ends it would meet.
“Now, now Holly. I’m sure you have some idea of what I might have in mind, after all you came here wanting something … but are you sure you want what you think you want?”
She trembled, “no. I’m not sure of anything at this moment.”
Time seemed to stand still, trapped in a moment that could spell her ruin, her heart knocked against her ribs as she cursed herself, her foolishness, and the absence of logic.
“Well, it’s late, and no one else is here. I say I should abuse this opportunity that has fallen into my lap. Don’t you think that’s a great idea?”
Holly shook, and bit her lip.
“I asked you a question, bitch,” he said, coming closer to where she knelt.
She nodded, not trusting her voice.
“hmmm, let’s see …” he said, as he circled her, “you have a pretty nice body, you know, Holly.”
She blushed even redder if possible under his close scrutiny, she could feel his eyes on her and it made her feel completely insignificant, as if he were looking through her – into her soul.
“Get onto your hands and knees,” he said, feeling the thrill of commanding the pretty little secretary, watching as she obeyed. She looked terrified, unshed tears glistened in her eyes, and her teeth were practically chewing their way through her lips.
Her ass was firm and round, he could see the outline of her cheeks through the fabric of her skirt, the faint outline of her panties could also be seen. “lift your skirt up,”
Her hands shook as she stayed on her knees, her hands moving to the hem of her skirt where it lay mid-thigh, she slid her fingers up her thighs pulling her skirt up until her ass was exposed. He also saw that she was wearing stockings with lacy tops.
“are you wet?”
“y-yes,” she whispered.
“good. Pull your panties down just below your ass,” she did so, leaving the fabric clinging to her pussy, yet leaving her ass exposed. Such a pretty sight. “Now I want you to crawl around my office, and shake that ass, I want you to show me how slutty you are.”
Shame stained her cheeks an ever deeper shade of red, but she obeyed, not that she had a choice. She swayed her ass with every movement she made, her panties ensured that she couldn’t move too fast, keeping her movements small and restricted, he pretended to work, while covertly watching her, the way her hair fell over her face, the way she bit her lip, the way she seemed to focus on her task. He knew she was ashamed, that she wished herself a thousand miles away, but she’d brought this upon herself. After the fifth lap around his office he stopped her.
“Not bad,” he said, “now I want you to take your panties off … without getting up.”
He smiled as he watched her struggling to lift her knees up off the floor, balancing all her weight on one knee, almost falling over, a tear slid down her face, as she tried to balance upon one hand and one knee, as she struggled to pull her panties down with her free hand.
After a lot of struggling she managed it, “see, that is why little bitches shouldn’t wear panties,” he smirked, “now suck your dirty, slutty juices off your panties.”
She obeyed, her little pink tongue darting out to lick her juices off the thin fabric. “Aren’t you a dirty little girl? Imagine if your boss could see you now … feasting on your own juices. What do you think she’d say?”
Holly choked, “please …” she whispered, “please don’t tell her,”
“oh, I won’t tell her, but I could show her … I snapped a few shots of you while you were crawling around on my floor, with your ass all bare and exposed just begging for someone to spank you … or fuck you … is that what you wanted, Holly? Is that what you came here looking for? Do you want me to fuck you?”
She shook her head vigorously, as tears slid down her face.
“No? Then what did you want? Perhaps to be humiliated … like this?”
“I don’t know what I wanted,” she whispered. “but it wasn’t to be so afraid, I am sure.”
“Fear … such sweet sentiment. Well Holly – you’re in luck … I’ll take your wants and needs and expectations out of the equation … you do what I tell you to do, then maybe I’ll let you go.”
She nodded.
“Good, now dry your tears, there’s a good girl.”
She did as she was told, though still looking at the ground. “I want you to do three more laps around my office,” he said, “but first take off your skirt.”
She obeyed, feeling a little less afraid of him that she did at first, unzipping her skirt at the back, and sliding it down, crawling out of it. After the first lap he stopped her, “good, now take off your blouse,”
Her fingers trembled over the buttons, but she did as she was told, shrugging out of it. She was wearing a white lacy bra, which matched her panties and stockings.
He watched her as she made a second lap around his office wearing only her bra, just as she came in front of his desk again he stopped her, “now, take off your bra.”
The blush crept over her skin, down her neck to her chest, but she obeyed. Slipping the straps down her arms, and unclasping it at the back. She left it fall and knelt before him. “Pretty,” he muttered, “continue,” he said in a louder voice, watching every inch of her body. The sway of her hips, the way her breasts moved, the way her hair covered her prettily blushing cheeks. Her bare ass high in the air.
On the completion of her third lap he again stopped her. “Now I want you to sit back in the middle of the room, spread your legs wide, and show me your pussy.”
She obeyed, spreading her legs and he saw that she was completely shaved, her pussy was all pink and wet and open, his eyes found her clit which was throbbing, her scent filled the room and he wanted to touch her, possess her, and control her.
“Spread your lips,” he commanded, though his voice was less gruff, and huskier than it has been. He watched her, eyes glued to her, “touch yourself.”
She complied. Slowly stroking her fingers up and down her glistening slit, lightly touching her clit, she bit her lip, and her toes curled and dug into the carpet. “Finger yourself.” She nodded as she inserted a finger into her wet hole. She moaned and her eyes rolled back. “Play with your clit with your other hand,” he said, mesmerized by what he was seeing.
“Now put another finger inside,”
She obeyed, body trembling, moaning loudly, he was leaning against his desk, his cock was hard, and he wanted nothing but to thrust it into her, to feel her throbbing and convulsing around him. He could see her juices dripping, her scent was overwhelming, “cum for me,” he told her. With a long drawn out moan, fingers plunging deep into herself, she let go, letting one of the most mind-blowing orgasms take her, she squirted all over the carpet but neither of them cared much about that – he was spellbound, watching her as she came down, as her eyes refocused, and as she tried to cover herself up.
“Come here, Holly,” he said, pushing his chair away from his desk and revealing himself to her. Her eyes locked on the noticeable bulge in his trousers and a faint smile played on her mouth.
“Do you still want to be my sub, knowing that there will be more of that?” he asked.
She shook, not knowing what to say, yes she wanted it, but she was scared of what it would mean, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. Hadn’t she felt as though she was being drawn into a trap not 30 minutes prior? Hadn’t she wanted to run from the room, and never look back? She looked up, “yes,” she whispered.
“Is that how you address your potential lord and master, Holly?”
“No Sir.” She blushed. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Better, now come closer and show me what you can do.”
“With pleasure, Sir” she whispered as she shifted closer, kneeling between his legs. He could still smell her scent; absent mindedly he reached for her hand and sucked her fingers, she looked up at him for the first time that evening, seeking permission, he guided her hand down to his crotch and pressed her palm against his hardness.
She slowly stroked the outline, and heard him groan, “Holly,” he said.
“Yes?”
“Are you afraid of me?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“What scares you?”
“You could ruin me …” she whispered. He could feel her hands tremble as she gently stroked him.
He chuckled, “Silly little girl. As if I would jeopardize my own job by letting slip about our little entertainment session. Your secret is safe with me. Is there anything else that makes you fear me?”
She shook her head.
“Speak up,” he said, ruffling her hair.
“No Sir,” she whispered.
“Now … before I ask you to get under my desk and show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do while I finish up these numbers, I’d like to clarify a few things …”
Her eyes widened and he knew she hadn’t heard a word after he’d mentioned a blow job, he smiled. “First of all, little sluts shouldn’t ever eavesdrop. It’s unacceptable and I won’t tolerate such behavior from my sub,”
“Yes, Sir. I’m very sorry for doing that.”
“Second, No more wearing panties to work, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
“Third, and most importantly you’ll submit to me in all things, yet without letting anyone guess that there is anything unprofessional happening here.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered licking her lips.
She looked up at him, seeking his permission, “yes, you may,” he said answering her silent plea.
She slowly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers and freed his cock. She stroked it gently before leaning forward to take it in her mouth. He groaned, and tangled his hand in her hair, stroking the back of her neck, feeling her soft skin …
What a perfect way to ensure that he had eyes in his partner’s office, what a way to finish up the week. What a way to start the implementation of his plan to take over the company.
Holly was moaning as she deep throated his cock and he allowed himself to enjoy this unforeseen pleasure.
How ironic that just an hour before he’d been cursing the night and luck. How ironic that now he had exactly what had been missing. How perfect it all was. How perfect her lips felt around him.
He had a feeling that work was about to get a lot more interesting from then on.
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