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2.  The Trials of Marcus: Holly’s Addiction

Holly sat in the darkness of her room, knees to chest, back straight up against the door, her backside pressed firmly against the floor.  She couldn’t believe what she’d done or what had happened.

She shivered with the memories that flooded her senses. “Did it really happen? Did it? Did it? Did it?” she whispered to herself as her fingers pressed hard against her lips that moved as the words fluttered from them.  Butterflies were beating their fragile wings against her tummy all the way up into her lungs, tingling and increasing her fevered state of mind.

She saw herself as though from Marcus’s point of view, crawling on all fours around his office in various degrees of nakedness.  The thought made her tuck her knees in even closer to her chest as the fluttering butterflies increased and the familiar wetness seeped from between her pussy lips.  True to her word she wasn’t wearing panties, and a cold draft blew against her making her shiver even more.  She relived it all from start to end, a moan escaping her lips as she remembered the way his eyes had burned when he gave her the order to cum, the way he’d sucked her juices off her fingers, the way he’d placed her hand on his cock.  Her own hunger and need to feel him filling her.  The way her lips stretched around him.

Her hands caressed her body, stroking up and down her silky soft thighs and calves, parting her knees a little.  She teased herself, kneading and pinching her breasts.  Then slowly she touched her slit, moaning as she recalled the way he’d looked at her, his voice, his orders.  She trembled and pushed her fingers harder against her wet aching pussy, being as rough as she dared, attacking it, pushing two fingers inside; the feel of his cock in her mouth, the intoxicating taste, the way he growled as she sucked and slurped hungrily, the names he called her.  She closed her eyes and arched her back off the door, extending her left leg out in front of her and up.  Her nails bit into her flesh, scratching, dragging them across her skin, heightening the sensation.  She wanted more, much more, she wanted to fill her soul, her body and surrender her mind.  She wanted to lose herself in a whirlwind of carnal pleasure, to release herself from the chains of normality, entering into a new side of life that she had only ever dreamed about.  She was delirious, craving his hands on her, wanting and needing him to fill her, to possess her.  She heard his voice in her head urging her to cum, commanding her, ordering her “cum for your master, you little slut,” and she did, with a long drawn-out moan of pure pleasure she hit her orgasm; muscles tense, eyes rolling and back arched to the point of pain. “Oh Master …” she whispered into the darkness, shivering at the sound of her voice uttering those words.

*******

The next day, true to her word she dressed in the usual short black pencil skirt, white blouse, black jacket, a pretty dark-red and white tie-dyed silk scarf and no panties.

She got to the office before everyone else as usual and settled into her usual routine of sorting through her list of things to do; prioritizing the lists, getting the right materials ready for each of Gillian’s planned meetings throughout the day.  It was fulfilling in some small way, seeing everything so neatly organized. She did her best not to think about what had happened the previous evening, or to let her panty-less state remind her that she was following his orders due to the havoc that notion caused.

She typed up the plans that Gillian had drawn up the previous evening – probably while Marcus had been using her as entertainment- noticing the absence of detail that usually characterized Gillian’s work.  The outline was sketchy and didn’t really mean anything, yet Gillian had left it on her desk as an urgent task. Holly’s curiosity was peaked.

It seemed like part of an elaborate plan, but the lack of detail was maddening, still she was only a secretary and it wasn’t her place to be nosey. She typed it up and printed it along with the other documents that Gillian had requested and was just finishing up when she walked in.

Gillian was a 35 year old blonde, with bright blue eyes; she looked at least a decade younger, always bright, bubbly and smiling.  She was the complete opposite of dark, brooding moody Marcus. 

Holly had no idea how or why they had started a company together, all she knew was that something had happened and they didn’t talk anymore, which was why she was the messenger.  Marcus’s secretary had quit – the sixth one to do so in twice as many months, which seemed to make him even moodier than usual.  This meant that Holly was doing a part of the office and paperwork for him as well.  The rest he delegated to what he referred to as “his minions”.  She wondered why he stayed so late at work all the time when he hardly had any work to do at all, but then she was forced to abandon all thought because Gillian had a whole new stack of ideas of all the possible directions the company could go in as well as a few solo ventures that she was exploring.  She wanted stacks of data, figures going back 7 years of all the projects the company had undertaken.  She also wanted details on all her projects as well as Marcus’s.  She added that as an afterthought which aroused Holly’s suspicions. Gillian was plotting something.

*******

Around mid-day Gillian was in a closed meeting, so Holly gathered up the files that she had prepared and made her way to Marcus’s office on the other side of the complex. 

She kept her back straight, legs scissoring, heels clicking and trying not to focus too much on her pounding heart or the adrenaline that was coursing through her.

She paused at the door and took a few deep breaths, her knees felt like jelly and her stomach was turning summersaults. Steeling herself she knocked once and heard him practically shout “enter!”

She turned the handle, hands shaking a little.  She closed the door behind herself and walked to his desk. 

“Good afternoon, Sir,” she said when he failed to look up. 

“Put those down and get out,” he growled.

“Sir?”

“You heard me.  Put the files down on my desk, then leave.”

She felt wounded, rebuffed.  “Yes, Sir,” she said quietly, setting the files down and leaving his office.

On the other side of the door she frowned, trying to figure out what had just happened. She felt bruised, used, hurt and upset.  Emptiness opened up inside her, spilling throughout her body.  She walked back to her desk in the small room outside Gillian’s office, and kept herself busy. She really should stop having expectations when it came to Marcus – things never turn out the way she hoped they would. Gillian came back from her meeting looking even happier than usual and told Holly to bring in the things that she had asked for.

A couple hours later the phone on her desk rang, she picked up and heard Marcus’s familiar voice on the other end “so, what’s my bitch doing?” he growled.

“Working, Sir” she replied coolly, unwilling to pretend that everything was ok.

“I want you to come to my office right away.”

“I’m in the middle of preparing a presentation for Gillian,”

“I said come! Now!” he slammed the phone down and Holly was left completely uncertain of what to do. Her body was begging her to go to him and discover what new things he could make her feel, her mind and professionalism were adamant that she should stay regardless of what he could threaten or promise.

She finished the slide she was working on, saved it and practically ran to his office, knocked and waited for permission to enter.

Walking in for the second time that day was different to the first.  He looked up immediately, eyes roaming her body, “come here,” he commanded.  She felt giddy with anticipation, not knowing what he had in mind or what he wanted.  “Yes, Sir?” she almost whispered, her throat felt like it was closing over with a mixture of nerves and lust.  “Sit on my desk,” he said.

She slid her ass onto the polished wood surface, and he placed his hands either side of her hips to position her where he wanted her to be.  He had big, strong hands that encompassed her hips and backside, moving her as effortlessly as he would have shifted a pile of paper. “Have you been a good girl?” he asked.

She nodded, still unable to speak.

“I think my slut is wet,” he said, running his hands along the outsides of her thighs, “I can smell you.”

She whimpered a little as he placed his hands between her knees and pulled them apart. “Sir…” she whispered, “what?”

“please…”

“shhh, no talking. Just moan for me.”

She nodded, and he continued his torturously slow exploration of her body, stroking her satin-soft thighs, behind her knees, her calves, his hands slipped under her skirt, raising it up higher towards her hips, “mmm, I’m glad you obeyed my orders,” he said as he cupped her ass, feeling the soft flesh fill his palms.  He stroked back down her thighs, and reached up to unbutton her shirt. She wanted to protest but didn’t dare.  Once her blouse was completely unbuttoned and he’s revealed her bra he cupped her breasts and kneaded them roughly, she moaned a little, trying not to make too much noise.  “That’s it; moan for your master, my little bitch.”

She arched her back, clenched her muscles and thrust her chest into his hands, moaning loudly.  He pinched her nipples through the thin material of her bra and twisted them roughly, and then he lifted her breasts out of their cups so they hung over them, playing with her left nipple he sucked and bit on the other.  His hand went from playing with her nipple to her dripping pussy. He growled low in his throat as he felt how wet she was, creaming against her skirt.  Abandoning her breast his pushed her skirt even higher up her thighs, completely exposing her cunt.  He coated his fingers in her juices, brought his hand to her lips and she sucked hungrily, breathing heavy, her mouth was as hot and wet as her hole. He pushed two fingers into her and slowly thrust them in and out, feeling her get even wetter.  His thumb stroked her clit in little circular motions, and just as he felt her walls clench around his fingers at the onset of her orgasm he stopped. Leaving her on the brink.  

“Now, I want you to go back to work, and don’t you dare touch your wet little pussy, you hear me?”

She moaned, nails biting into the palms of her hands.  Legs parting even wider, muscles straining, her body was begging him to finish her off, to let her tumble into wild release.  She rocked, as she begged and begged and begged, breath coming in harsh gasps, her hair tumbled over her shoulders, and her lips parted as she moaned and begged even more.

“You heard me, no cumming until tonight,” he said, “and don’t come to me until I tell you to – understood?”

She nodded.  Frustration was burning her up – to be so close and then to have it taken away, her skirt was wet and the scent of her own arousal drove her wild.  Marcus told her to get dressed, and watched her intently as she tucked her breasts back into her bra, as her shaking fingers slowly buttoned up her blouse hiding her skin from his eyes.  He watched her slide off his desk and pull her skirt down to cover up the parts of her that he liked most. 

“Wait,” he said as she turned to leave.

“Yes?”

“Give me a taste of your pussy,” he said.

She trembled at his words and her knees buckled under her as she lifted her skirt for him, “dip your fingers in your juices,”

She did as he asked, moaning loudly.  He grabbed her hand and licked her juices off her fingers, “again,” he said.  She obeyed. If anything this turned her on beyond anything she’d ever known. “Turn around” she obeyed, “bend over the desk and lift your skirt higher,”

She felt his hands on her ass, parting her cheeks.  Then she felt something cold being pressed against her little hole, she moaned as it was pushed deeper and deeper inside her making her pussy drip juice down her legs, she moaned uncontrollably.  When whatever it was had been buried all the way inside her he pulled her skirt down to cover her, and tapped her ass.

“Back to work,” he said with an evil grin.

She moaned, “oh and Holly?”

“Yes Sir?” she gasped

“While you’re sitting on it, think of your Master.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, clenching her butt cheeks to ensure whatever it was remained tucked inside her and invisible; the last thing she wanted was something showing or protruding through the clingy material.

She was on fire and couldn’t focus on anything throughout the rest of the day. Thankfully she’d done almost everything before Marcus had called her to his office, but there was still the presentation she was trying to prepare. 

All she wanted to do was grind against the chair and cum.  The thing up her ass was keeping her on the edge, she wiggled her ass, driving it in deeper, keeping it there while she tried to push her brain past its lust-induced blackout. 

The day ended, Gillian went home early for the first time in ages and she was dying to go to Marcus, kneel in front of him, strip naked, and beg him to use her body until she was nothing but an extension of his body, his mind, his essence and his soul.  Every minute that he delayed made her wilder and more desperate. She crossed, uncrossed and squeezed her legs together, she shifted on her seat, wriggling and trying not to think of the puddle she was sitting in.  She tried to make lists and think of what the following day’s plan was but she couldn’t focus. 

Frustrated, wet, throbbing, and feeling more and more pathetic by the second she thought about packing up and leaving for the night.  It had been an hour since the end of the work day and she wondered if perhaps he had already left. 

She gathered up her things and was just about to switch out the lights when Doris from accounts came in, “Marcus asked me to tell you that you left a sub-folder of some kind in his office last night and he’d like you to go pick it up.”

Holly made an act of rolling her eyes “typical, just as I was going home too…”

“Isn’t that always the case?” Doris said with a bit of a chuckle, “anyway – I’m off.  See you tomorrow & I hope the boss doesn’t keep you here too late!”

Holly shouldered her bag and walked the opposite way to where Doris had gone, hoping in a way that Marcus would keep her on the premises for as late as they dared to stay.

** ** ** ** **

She knocked for the third time that day, the door opened, and he pulled her in, slammed the door shut, and pushed her up against it hard, knocking the breath out of her, “what took you so long?” he growled as he sucked at her throat, hands tearing through her clothes and roaming her body, “Doris,” she whispered trying to catch her breath. 

“I want your body, Holly … I want every single cell of you.”

Lust turned her brain to mush, as he stripped her out of her clothes, pinning her arms above her head, pinning her hips to the door with his body.  The feel of his fully clothed form against her nakedness was driving her wild; she bucked against his hips in an attempt to gain friction against that part of her that was dying for attention.  He watched her in amusement for a little while until she realized he wasn’t touching her anymore, she looked up at him with unfocussed eyes, “I want you to be still, Holly,” he told her, “no moving,”

She nodded, letting her aching body go limp. He felt between her legs, and seemed satisfied that she was still wet, “I want you like that all the time, wet and ready for when your Master might have use of you.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Good, now get down on your knees and show me how useful you are.”

He turned and sat behind his desk, and commanded her to crawl on all fours to him. It felt like deja-vu to Holly who felt the same apprehension as she had the night before. 

He undid his trousers and pulled her by her hair towards his waiting cock which she licked up and down, flicking her tongue across the tip, savoring the taste before sucking hungrily on him.  “Touch yourself while you suck, but don’t cum,”

She obeyed, mind fracturing in total bliss.  Then suddenly he told her to stop, stand up, face the desk, and bend over.  He pulled the thing that was once cold out of her ass and thrust his dick into her waiting pussy. She almost screamed in ecstasy as he pounded her from behind.

Her clit was rubbing against the edge of the desk and he completely possessed her.  Screaming out she finally hit her orgasm and it felt like the most incredible sensation she’d ever felt in her life; crashing through her in waves that seemed to go on forever, wringing her out.  He pulled out of her, spun her round, pushed her onto her knees and told her to open her mouth as he shoved his dick all the way in and emptied his load into her watching her swallow every last drop.

“Thank you Holly. You’ve been very useful tonight,” he said, dismissing her as he zipped up his trousers. 

“My pleasure Sir,” she said as she shakily got to her feet and collected her clothes. 

“Close the door on your way out,” he called after her.

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