Six weeks is a fucking long time. Especially when for almost every night of those six weeks, I was awakened by Angel’s screams as she fought her way out of another nightmare. She was having her first one when I got back from the gym the day she came home. She was thrashing around so hard I thought she would fall off the couch, and I rushed to her and held her tightly.
“Angelina, wake up!”
Her eyes snapped open, and she fought against me until she realized who I was, and then she sagged against me, sobbing to the point of hyperventilation.
“It was just a dream, baby,” I said softly as I caressed her head and body. “Just a dream.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, but her voice caught on the words.
It took a long, long time for her to consent to go back to sleep, and then, when I tried to get her to sleep in her own room, she pleaded with me not to leave her alone, so I told her she could sleep with me. Thus began six weeks of practically no sleep for either of us. At least five nights a week, she woke screaming and wouldn’t calm down until I held her. It usually took a couple of hours for her to fall asleep again, and by then, I was wide awake.
Six weeks is also a fucking long time for someone who is used to having sex at least twice a day, sometimes more, when that someone is told they can’t fuck their slave at all for those six weeks. Sure, after Angel’s two-week checkup, we were able to engage in oral sex, but she hadn’t healed enough for anything else, not even digital. And yes, her mouth felt fucking good after two weeks of nothing, but even that dimmed as I dreamed of her wet, hot cunt and ass encasing my almost continuously throbbing cock.
The combination of no sleep and no sex had turned me into an irritable fuck. I tried to keep from taking it out on Angel, but there were several times I snapped at her for no good reason. She took it without complaint, but I couldn’t miss the distress and tears in her eyes when I did. I felt like a total shit afterwards, and I would make it up to her by rewarding her, usually by letting her suck my cock. She enjoyed it so much that it became my main method of punishment and reward until she healed. Of course, when she was forbidden to suck me off, it punished me, too, but I was willing to suffer that in order to correct her behavior.
Three exhausting weeks into this torture, Angel came into my study and knelt at my feet.
“What is it, Angel?” I was not in a good mood, and my tone reflected that.
She said nothing for a moment, and then she whispered, “Will my Master find someone else to fuck since he cannot fuck his slave?”
I heard the pain in that question, and, although I had considered it once or twice, I knew it would never happen. For two reasons. One, I loved her too much to torment her like that, and two, it wasn’t her fault that I couldn’t fuck her. I swallowed my sharp retort and ran my hand over her bowed head.
“No, my Angel. I won’t. I’m slowly going insane, it’s true, but I can wait for you. Just know that once you are cleared by your doctor, I will spend a week fucking you with very few breaks. I hope you’re ready for that.”
“Oh, yes, Master,” she said, looking up at me with a smile despite the tears in her eyes.
That was three weeks ago, and now I was sitting in my office waiting to hear from her. She was at the hospital at that moment, getting checked out. I had told her that if she was still not healed, that she was to text me and go straight home, but if she was, she was to come here immediately after leaving the hospital. No text, just show up. Our week of fucking would start as soon as she walked in my office.
I had gotten caught up in a spreadsheet that wasn’t adding up when my intercom buzzed. We still weren’t sleeping well, and I was in a foul mood. I hit the button forcefully. “What?”
“I’m sorry to bother you, Mr. Borget, but there is an Angelina Wykes here to see you. Shall I send her in?”
Now that was good news, and I grinned and said, “Yes, please. I’ve been expecting her. Thank you Mrs. Wilson.”
Thirty seconds later, my Angel was standing in my doorway with a broad smile on her face.
“Shut the door, Angel, lock it, and come here,” I said, pushing my chair away from my desk and leaning back in it.
She nodded and obeyed, immediately kneeling at my feet behind my desk. It was solid oak and the front went all the way to the floor, so if anyone came in the room, she would be hidden, and I was going to use that.
“I take it you’re good to go, my Angel?”
“Yes, Master,” she said, her grin matching mine. “Doctor Sanchez just said to be careful for another month or so.”
“Of course. Now, strip and get on the desk.”
“Yes, Master.” She pulled off her red T-shirt, black jeans, and black flats. I stood up, took them from her, folded the clothes, and stuck it all in one of my desk’s drawers. Then she climbed up on my desk with her ass right on the edge, and put her feet on the top, spreading her knees just as I liked her.
I ran my hands over her shoulders and down her arms until I reached her hips. “I’m going to fuck you now, my Angel. You must tell me if I hurt you.”
“Yes, Master,” she said softly as my thumbs made small circles at the junction of her thighs and hips.
“Release me, my Angel.”
She reached her hands forward and undid my belt, button, and zipper. She pushed my pants down to my knees, and my cock sprang out. I took myself in hand and placed myself at her entrance.
“Beg me, Angel. Beg me for what we both want.”
“Please, Master,” she said, wiggling her hips against my tip. “Please fuck me, Master. Please fill me with your glorious cock. Please, Master!”
“Fuck, yes!” I breathed, and I slowly slid into her. “Holy shit, Angel, you feel so fucking good.” I continued until I was fully seated in her, and then I held myself there. “Now, you must stay quiet. I could get fired if someone figures out what’s going on in here.”
“Yes, Master!” When I didn’t move, she whimpered, “Please, Master! Please fuck me!”
I slowly slid almost all the way out and then just as slowly slid back in. I knew that wouldn’t last, though, and sure enough, after three slow thrusts, I started to speed up. I kept myself from slamming into her, but she was still writhing around on the top of my desk, and I moved my hands from her hips to her breasts. I gently pinched her healed nipples, and she moaned.
“Quiet, my Angel. Tell me the truth. Can I go harder? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, her eyes closed. “Please fuck me hard, Master!”
I took her at her word and started pumping my hips. I held onto her shoulders as I pounded into her, and it didn’t take long for her inner walls to clench around me. She shook as her climax raced through her, and I quickly followed her into bliss. After six weeks of nothing but her mouth, though, I didn’t soften completely, and I contemplated fucking her ass, but at the moment, my intercom buzzed again. I pushed the button.
“What is it, Mrs. Wilson?” I asked as I held one finger to my lips to warn Angel to stay silent.
“Mr. Uland is here for your eleven o’clock meeting, Mr. Borget.”
Angel’s eyes went wide, and I just grinned as I slid out of her.
I have a few more things to take care of with Miss Wykes. Can you please get Mr. Uland and me some coffee? I'll see Miss Wykes out myself."
sir,” my secretary answered.
After disconnecting the intercom, I said, “Now, you are not going anywhere except under the desk. You will suck my cock until I tell you to stop.” I had a second door that did not lead past my secretary’s desk, and I could simply say that Angel had left through that one.
“Yes, Master,” Angel said, fear in her voice, but she got off the desk and scrambled under it.
“Good girl. Again, you will have to stay quiet. I will be having a meeting while you suck me off, and Mr. Uland will be just the other side of the desk. You can’t let him know you’re there.”
“Yes, Master.” She sounded terrified, but it was time to see if she would truly obey me no matter what.
I tucked my semi-hard cock back in my pants and did up the fastenings. Then I went to my office door, unlocked it, and pulled it open.
“Erick! Good to see you. Come on in.”
I held the door as my good friend and client, Erick Uland, passed me and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of my desk. I sat down, crooked my finger under the desk at Angel, and pulled a file from a drawer. I handed it to Erick and grinned as I felt fingers on my belt. I spread my legs and pulled my chair up as close to the desk as possible. I also scooted up so that I was seated on the edge of the chair.
Angel slowly and silently undid my pants again and pulled out my cock. Within seconds, I was forcing myself not to groan as she slid it into her throat. Instead, I smiled at Erick and started discussing the new tax requirements for his business. He had absolutely no clue that I was a Master with a slave, and he definitely wouldn’t have understood if I had told him she currently had my cock down her throat, so I was very pleased with my Angel as she serviced me silently. Not long after we started talking, Mrs. Wilson came in with two mugs of coffee, and I thanked her. She smiled at me and left. I soon felt my balls tighten, and I pinched the bridge of my nose with a slight moan as I shot my second load in thirty minutes down Angel’s throat.
“You all right, Brenden?” Erick looked up from the papers in his hand, concern evident on his face.
“I’m fine, Erick. Just the beginnings of a headache. It’ll pass, I’m sure.”
Angel’s mouth never stopped, and within another fifteen minutes, I was rapidly on my way to being hard again. My meeting was finishing up, though, and I reached under the desk to push Angel off me. She dutifully tucked me away and did up my pants and belt. Then I stood up, shook Erick’s hand, and walked him to the door. He thanked me and left. I immediately locked the door, strode back to my desk, and pulled Angel out from under it.
“Such a good girl, my Angel,” I said as I shed my pants and bent her over the desk. “How does your ass feel, my beautiful girl?”
“Fine, Master,” she breathed.
“Do you want me to fuck it? Tell me.”
“Oh, Master, please fuck my ass. Take me, Master, please!”
First, I slid into her sopping wet cunt to lube up my cock, and then I carefully pushed into her ass until I was balls-deep. She had asked Doctor Oberson on her two-week visit if she could resume her enemas, and he had agreed, so I knew she was clean back there.
“Again, baby, you have to tell me if it hurts.”
“It doesn’t hurt, Master. It feels so good, Master! Please fuck my ass, Master!”
“Grab the other side of the desk, Angel.”
She did, and I pulled out and powered back into her. I continued to pound her until I felt my third climax approaching, and then I reached underneath her and rubbed her clit between my thumb and finger. She whimpered softly, and her ass clamped down on my shaft as she came again. It was what I had been waiting for, and I exploded with my own climax. It was almost dry considering how much I had just cum, but it felt so fucking good.
“Shit, Angel!” I collapsed on top of her, trembling with the force flowing through me. “God, baby, what you do to me!” I slowly slid out and pulled her clothes from my desk. “Get dressed,” I said as I did the same.
“Yes, Master.” When she finished, she dropped to her knees at my feet, but I pulled her up.
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her softly. Her arms came around my neck, and I deepened the kiss. When I finally broke it, I cupped her face and said, “Do you truly know how much I love you, my Angel?”
“Yes, Master,” she said, smiling at me. “About half as much as I love you.”
I chuckled at that. “No, twice as much.”
“Not possible, Master. I love you too much for that.”
I kissed her again. “No arguments, Angel.” I stared into her eyes. “Just know that I love you with everything in me. And I am very, very proud of you.”
“Because you obeyed me even though you were scared to. Even though I know you didn’t want to. You have pleased me greatly today, my Angel.”
She dropped her eyes. “Thank you, Master. I want to please you.”
I hugged her tightly. “You do. I love you, Angel.”
“I love you, too, Master.”
“Now, however, I need to get back to work, and you need to go home and rest.” I stepped back from her but kept hold of her arms. “I’ll be home around six. Don’t cook dinner tonight. We’ll go out in celebration of your healing.”
She smiled. “Yes, Master.”
I led her to the second door and kissed her once more before she walked out. Before she got far, I said, “Angel!”
She turned, but since there were people around, she said nothing.
I grinned. “We should do this more often.”She grinned back, nodded, and walked down the hallway. I shut the door and went back to work. The scent of sex was unmistakable in the room, and I reached into my desk and pulled out an air freshener. Spraying it around the room, I smiled to myself knowing that I would summon her to the office much more often from now on. At least when the boss was away, as she was today.