Kinks [18+]

JON PETERSON WAS STARING AT ME. AGAIN.

I bit back my retort at the sleaze’s transparent staring and returned to my filing. It was bad enough that even with my qualifications, I get a lousy job of listening to cranky customers and trying and failing miserably to satisfy their demands. And now I work under a man like Jon Peterson who cannot pass a second without ogling my tits. Come on, they weren’t that big!

“Ceci, can you fetch A2513 for me please? Thanks,” Jon abruptly asked and quite complacently. I rolled my eyes inwardly. The cabinet was right beside him. Besides, that isn’t part of my oh-so-good job description. But once again, I shut my mouth with bitter taste filling. God, he was so distasteful.

I went over to the cabinet and bent down to open the drawer A. It was already awkward with Jon lusting over me but when I bent down with my ass up towards him, it was awkwardness and non comfort at a whole new level. I could feel his eyes burning on my backside, and when I turned to look at him suddenly, the brown in his iris seemed black with desire.

Even though I ostracized men like Jon, it certainly boosted my ego and confidence, which I lacked so sorely in my early teens. For a moment, I considered giving what the poor man was after but halted that thought short. I didn’t want to be known as the office whore.

I quickly swiped out the file and placed it in front of him. He seemed reluctant to pull his eyes away from me and see to his work.

“Thanks Ceci,” he said and got up to tower over me. That was another thing I didn’t like about Jon. He used his towering height to assert dominance. Standing at 6′4", he easily looked down at my average 5′5" height. But that didn’t mean that I disliked it completely.

I smiled hesitantly as if to say no big deal when he caught my elbow to prevent me from moving. He looked into my eyes and I felt the change in the atmosphere and I feared and got excited at the idea of where this could lead. I looked around ingeniously if I could spot anyone in the vicinity but found we were quite alone. The room where I worked was shared by other four workers with Jon’s office connected. And currently, I couldn’t spot any of my colleagues.

“You know very well, Ceci, of my advances and yet you haven’t told me off even once. Should I take that as an advance from your part?” he said, slinking his muscular arm around my waist. Lord, I can’t think straight. Jon was a lot older than my twenty four years; almost twice my age. I tried to squirm away gently without hurting his sentiments he clearly lacked, but his grip only tightened.

Dear me, I was getting aroused. I could feel his hardened length pressing against my stomach.

“I’ve seen your achievements and I wonder why you got a job so beneath you,” I couldn’t deny that his words made me tingle. A dull throbbing started at my apex and I am sure that by the time I reach home, my panties would be ruined.

“There was no vacancy in the finance department,” my voice was so deep and sultry. I could feel a smile on his mouth as he rubbed his nose against mine. I gasped and he pulled my hands to my back and held them there, unmoving. With his other hand, he hitched up my skirt above my waist. If anyone would enter, I’d be so dead. My panties disintegrated in his hands.

“Please,” I began to say when he pushed my own panties as a gag. Damn, I could smell and taste myself. Jon slowly moved his fingers, circling my outer lips of my pussy, spreading the wetness. He looked so smug.

“You are one sexy lady, Ceci. I’m so glad that you didn’t get the post that you applied.” A finger went in and stroked my walls gently. I was trying to stop him but all that came out my mouth was indecipherable sounds. I clenched my legs close, trying to stop him but that didn’t deter him for a second.

Suddenly, we both heard loud footsteps and chatter nearing the door and froze. Jon pulled out his finger, straightened my skirt and I pulled out my panties out of my mouth with a huff.

He smirked and took my panties from me and skillfully pocketed them. I stared at his retreating back with my mouth open.

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THE WORKING HOURS GOT OVER AFTER EONS OF YEARS.

I was so turned on before but by now, I had managed to subdue my desires and wants. Damn you, Jon. I made a quick trip to the powder room and wiped myself with tissues, erasing any kind of slickness or sign of arousal. I didn’t want Derek to find about this ambush in my office.

I usually waited for at least ten minutes after five to allow most of the crowd to disperse, not wanting to get stampeded in the way. But today, I wasted no more than a second. Better die in a rush than fall prey to Jon again.

I breathed in freely when I stepped out of the lobby into the Manhattan air and chastised myself over the day’s events. How could I turn from a tigress to a kitten at the slightest hint of arousal. I needed to get my head checked or better my pussy, I thought amusedly.

Ever since I lost my virginity, something so powerful was unleashed in me. I never felt the same way again and kind of knew that I was a low pitched sex addict. What Jon made me feel today was nothing; I had gotten aroused in presence of Derek with intensity ten times magnified. The thought of Derek and arousal in one line made me clench my thighs again.

I shut my eyes and leaned back towards the bus seat and counted to ten; that is my usual method of controlling urges in places too public.

The apartment I shared with Derek was at a thirty minute distance but with the bus it is as good as an hour. By the time I reached home, it was already past six and I hurried around finishing the chores. It was a Tuesday, so it was my turn to cook and Derek’s turn to clean the dishes.

After I prepared the dinner and placed myself on the couch, I really started to worry. I have never been a good liar and in fact, I never tried to lie; especially to Derek. One look at my face and he would divulge all secrets out of me. I had no choice but to tell the truth but I knew that would make him furious.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn’t hear the door open and was startled when I felt Derek’s arms wrap under my breasts. He pulled me to his lap, my back facing him and kissed my hair. Oh dear, he was so playful today and I internally decided that I won’t reveal that incident.

“How are you today baby?” he asked and rubbed and squeezed my breasts in his large hands. I snuggled into his chest and he laughed, wrapping his arms around me.

We stayed that way for several minutes and then I said, “Go freshen up. I’ll serve.”

He grinned. “That you do.” I shook my head silly and he went away chuckling. Instantly, my smile dropped and guilt gripped my chest. I wanted to tell him yet I refrained myself from doing so. Maybe I’ll tell him tomorrow. A firm decision made, I went ahead and heated the food along with arranging the table. Few minutes later, Derek emerged with his blond hair wet and bare chest.

“So tell me about your day,” that was the first question Derek asked after the first bite of dinner. But today, it felt like he knew about me hiding something from him. My spoon stuck in the midway and I shrugged as if relaxed and continued eating.

That was a big mistake.

Derek knew I never flipped off a question simply by shrugging; at least not to him. I realised it a moment later after I had done it and proceeded to explain swiftly, hoping he would let it slide. I looked at him scrutinizing me carefully, his eyes hard.

“It was deathly boring. I wish I’d get some answer for that job I applied,” I said.

His tone was clipped. “I see. What happened to your wrists?” I look down and to my horror; I see light purplish bruises lining my wrists. I always bruised too easily.

I laughed but uncomfortably. “Blame Stacy. She just got engaged to her boyfriend and she informed me so excitedly and did this,” I lifted my wrists for him to see. But he wasn’t looking at my wrists. His eyes burned into my face. Quietly, we finished dinner and Derek took the plates to the dishwasher.

I went to the bedroom and prepared for the night and quickly stripped off my clothes. I slept in naked; Derek’s idea of easy access.

I laid down the bed and pulled the covers over me when Derek entered. He didn’t say anything and that intensified my worry that he knew I was lying. He got in with me after removing his clothes but grabbed the sash of my bathrobe.

I knew that he knows now, proved. He tied my hands behind my back and I whimpered in arousal.

“On my lap,” he commanded with his tone low. I laid across him and he grabbed something off the dressing table. A sharp and stinging pain spread across my ass and he pulled my hair up to see my face contort in pain. He was so furious.

I flinched a bit when I saw the object with which I was spanked. A freaking hairbrush.

“You think I’m stupid, you slut. That I wouldn’t know when you were lying,” his voice was filled with wrath.

Blows and spanks landed on my ass; I knew I wouldn’t be able to sit for a week. Tears streamed across my face and finally he stopped. He arranged me on all fours, squeezing my tit hard when I couldn’t get up fast. He spread my legs wide, wider than most of the times and he rubbed his cock around my asshole. I sobbed at the realisation.

After few seconds of simply rimming with his tongue and rubbing his cock, he started to push. I moaned loudly and wanted to spread my cheeks for him but my hands were tied. He grabbed my hair and began to fuck me hard. I cried out so loudly at the first thrust that he shut my mouth with a scarf.

Derek was so rough; I felt my arsehole burning with his rough intrusion. He didn’t even let me accommodate or adjust to his size; just took me. I was nearing to the edge and knew that I would cum soon. I pushed my ass against him and rubbed.

“Where did the bruises come from?“He asked gritting his teeth and stopped moving. I was so close! I cried out in frustration. He took the scarf from my mouth and heard me sob.

“Please,” I begged and he pushed the cloth once again in my mouth. The cycle started again with him pounding my ass and not letting me cum.

Finally at the end, he shot up his huge load right up in the back hole and let me moan and snivel.

Derek pulled his cock out and stared at the jizz that was dribbling out now.

Quickly, he snapped a picture of it. Before I could protest, he clamped my nipples and pulled.

“Last chance, Cecelia. Tell me or I will not hesitate to let those frat guys have your way with you.”

I whimpered and started to tell him.