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.”

1. Politics

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.

**

 

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.

REVERSI

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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