Mr. Knox
WARNING: this short story contains the following... bxg, boss/secretary, impact play, and humiliation.
"Who is responsible for this!?" Mr. Knox grits through his teeth as he speaks. His rich voice enfolds me, yet scares the daylights out of me too.
I watch the situation unfold with caution, waiting for one of his “secretary sluts” to admit to their faults.
"Don't make me fucking repeat myself!"
"I-It was Blanch, sir." I gasp as my name is thrown through a dirt of lies. Natalie, the Queen of “Slutty Secretaries” points in my direction with a smirk.
Mr. Knox jerks his head my way, his dark stormy gray eyes emitting fury.
"That bitch is lying!" I shout, my anger suddenly matching my boss'. I glare at the knocked over vase that Natalie kicked accidentally when watering the roses next to it.
I am starting to think she blarently knocked them over.
"Ms. Davis, is this true?" Knox huffs, his eyes searching every inch of my body, as if he can sniff out my lies.
My cheeks heat up from his gorgeous eyes. He may be furious, but he is such a sexy man.
"No, did you not hear me!? I said I didn't fucking do it!"
Maybe shouting curses at the top of my lungs is a bit too much, but I love the reactions Mr. Knox gives me for my bratty-self.
"Enough." He grumbles, taking a step towards me, even far away I can tell he's way over my 5'4 height.
"Everyone back to work. Natalie clean out your desk. You're fired." My eyebrows shoot up to the celing as the she-Devil dramatically starts to ball her eyes out. "And you Ms. Davis, get your ass in my office right this instant."
Confusion and anger consume my body. Am I still in trouble? Many thoughts run through my head as I follow behind the tall and brooding man, Mr. Knox.
He waits until I'm inside before slamming the door closed, locking it too.
"Why must you throw a bitch fit, Blanch? I asked you a simple question; you curse like a sailor and stomp your feet like a toddler." He faces me, sitting on the edge of his desk as I stand there, unsure how to address this weird situation.
Truth be told, Mr. Knox and I had slept together in many occasions. We are not labeled as anything romantically, however I want the to change in the future.
Yes, he scares the shit out of me, but I think I'm falling in love with him.
"Take off your clothes and kneel on all fours." He immediately commands after my silence.
"Um—-what—?"
"Fucking do it, Blanch." He rubs his temples. "You acted like a bitch, now I'm going to treat you like one."
I gulp, quickly stripping out of my professional clothes—-including the panties that once covered my modesty.
I kneel on the hardwood floors, wincing at the roughness. Mr. Knox walks right over to me, his polished leather shoes in my eyesight.
"Crawl to my desk and grab a rubber band, sweetheart."
"Y-yes sir." I respond, loving the way he has cute little nicknames for me.
I reach up to grab a blue rubber band, his favorite color. I crawl back towards him and he quickly yanks it out of my grasp.
"What's your safe word?" He asks, running his hands through my hair.
"Purple, sir."
He walks away a moment to pull his expensive leather chair towards me. He sits down and watches me intently.
"Turn around, ass towards me."
I do as he says, my cheeks igniting flames.
The moments of unsettling silence has me relaxing, yet I immediately yelp as I feel leather rubbing against my pussy.
"Holy shit,” I groan, my head turning slightly to see his shoes rubbing against my drenched folds.
I know his shoes are clean. He would never jeopardize my health.
I trust him.
"Shhh, sweetheart." He yanks his foot away, striking my ass with his palm instead. "No speaking unless I give you permission."
He doesn’t wait for a response, going back to messing with my pussy, the wetness is heard in the silent room as he continues to play with me. The sound and atmosphere adds to the erotic senses.
He suddenly stops to my disappointment, making me whine.
"Turn around and clean off my shoe."
My eyes bulge at his request. This is fucking humiliating. I lean down and stare at the leather shoe that is soaked in my arousal. I take a deep breathe, my tongue darting out to clean it.
I lick up my mess like an obedient good little girl. The musky leather taste is not overally strong.
"Good girl, Blanch." He affirms before staring at me intently. I want him to pull me up and kiss me like he loves me, but life isn't that easy.
He rubs my lower-back, whispering words of encouragement. "Come lay on my lap, face up."
Once again I do as I'm told, loving the way he stares at my drenched pussy longer than necessary. The soft texture of his pants are comforting to my already burning backside.
"Hold still through this punishment. If you need to safe word, please do it." Mr. Knox looks me dead in the eye as he speaks. I nod, knowing I'm still not allowed to speak.
He takes the rubber band the pulls it back, aiming it right on my clit.
SNAP.
“Fuck.” I hiss through clenched teeth, my legs wanting nothing more than to snap shut. The pain radiates off my body in waves. He shushes me and quickly rubs my clit in soothing circles.
SNAP.
SNAP.
This time I can’t help but moan, the pain becoming pleasurable as his rubs it in. He dips his two fingers inside of me, pumping them ever so slowly.
"That's my girl." He whispers, his fingers continue to pump in and out of me before adding a third one.
He curls his fingers hitting my sweet spot roughly. His speed increases and my moans get louder.
"Cum for me, Blanch." Dominance drips from his voice, captivating my body.
And like the good girl I am, I obey.
My toes curl as a throbbing sensation in my pussy starts to pulse. I clench around his fingers, a loud scream escaping my lips. Wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body.
Mr. Knox picks me up so I'm sitting upright in his lap, ensuring that my sensitive clit is not touched.
He brushes his lips against the shell of my ear, waiting for my breathing to settle in a steady rhythm.
“Blanch." He coos making me hum.
"Y-yes?"
"Tonight we have a date for two at a steakhouse. Go get ready, sweetheart.”
