THE Assistant...

****WARNING you must be at least 18+ years to read this post!**** When last I left you, Mr. Payne was walking toward me in the Sales department with a very dark look in his eyes. He grabbed me and then it got good, real good. Why don’t you take a look and see just how interesting it became:

Mr. Payne’s warm fingers curl around my shoulders while bringing me near. As the tips of our shoes touch he leans down to speak into my ear. The minty humid wave of his breath wraps around my neck causing a shiver.

“You are my assistant.”

I can only nod as I find my voice evaporating.

“Ms. Drake you are my assistant.” He murmurs again in my ear but I suspect it is to remind him more than me.

There is a thud on the floor from the phone dropping as his grip on me tightens and draws me closer. His spicy cologne filling my nostrils and I whimper as I feel the heat radiating from his body.

“Y..Yes Mr. Payne.” My voice finally comes, but is weak with a whisper.

His head lowers further until I feel his nose brush my neck. My head falls to the side inviting him to go further. I can hear him inhale and he follows it with a primal groan.

Suddenly he is pushing me until the back of my thighs hit the lip of the desk. His hands release my shoulders and move down until they are grasping at my hips. The pain from his fingers curling into my flesh propels a thrill from chest to core.

He has positioned me on my desk and I look down to see him busying his hands pushing my skirt up my thighs. Mr. Payne maneuvers my limbs as if I am a doll so my legs wrap around him.

Lifting his head he gazes down at me as his eyes darken like an ocean during a storm. His eyes hooded and face cemented into a glare. I feel as if I have done something wrong, teased him only to cause this caged torment. My thoughts race what might have provoked this behavior, so that I can make it happen again!

His jaw ticks.

Mr. Payne is emanating raw lust and god if it doesn’t turn me on. But there is something deeper in his eyes, dark and menacing causing my brain to cower behind the locked door.

Oh Brain where are you? “No, girl you are on your own.” She yells from behind the door.

“Is this what you want Morgana?”

As he speaks the words he thrusts his hips, sending his erection digging into me. I can feel my pussy clench with desire. My eyes close and I struggle to contain a moan. I wish he would turn me around, bend me over the desk and have his way with me. A girl can dream can’t she?

He reaches around and places both hands on my ass giving a tight squeeze. My moan escapes. This fuels him, gives him power. I can tell as he raises his head and reveals a cocky grin. One I want to smack off and then grab him by the ears and force his lips onto mine.

God what is happening to me? I have never been like this, so animalistic. The craziest, kinkiest thing I ever did is that youtube video and as far as sex videos go, it is quite lame. Since I had no idea I was being filmed you mainly see my back or feet and half the time I’m not even in the frame. Filming is not Trevor’s forte, but there are many things that he lacks creativity in if you know what I mean!

But just the little Henrick is doing far surpasses any excitement I have experienced with a man and is turning me into something I don’t even recognize. I like it!

“Answer me.” His smirk turns serious as his tone firms, becoming demanding.

“Yes Henrick.”

His hands confidently start to unbutton my blouse just enough so he can see my bra. As his hand slips over the yellow lace fabric caressing me for a moment I reach out to touch his chest. Henrick’s free hand grabs my wrist as he shakes his head.

“Oh no Morgana. You do not want to touch me.”

“Yes I do Henrick.”

His eyes close as he takes a breath. When they open the dark fury I see causes me to gasp.

“If you touch me I don’t know if I will be able to stop myself. You...” He shakes his head chuckling before brushing my nipple with his thumb. Henrick’s gaze opens and stays locked to my breast as he continues.

“Let me guess Morgana, you like a little foreplay and feel lucky if the guy gives you sweet kisses all over that pretty pussy of yours? Or maybe something a little dirtier, like a naughty spanking causing your sumptuous ass to blush?”

His eyes flick up to mine to gauge my reaction. What do I feel? I feel like I really want him right now! That is the hottest thing any man has ever said to me. I want him to do all that...all that!

“I...I’ve never been spanked before.” I don’t know why I am even answering his question as I think it is hypothetical. His eyes widen while his nose flares. Reaching back down he starts to rub his palms over my ass.

“So it’s virgin territory. You really need to stop tempting me Morgana. First the cute little skirt at your interview, then the sexy glasses and now you are telling me no man has ever caused you to squeal with a much deserved spanking?”

I suck in my bottom lip as I resist the urge to crash against his and do very illegal things to them. His hands push my skirt up even further and slip under my matching lace panties. That’s right ladies, I like the lingerie! It’s my one indulgence. Oh who am I kidding it’s one of my sixty indulgences.

Henrick groans as he paws at my flesh. After a few moments his hand trails the seam of the lace to the front and pushes past my drenched lips until two fingers are pushing deep into my core. I gasp at the intrusion.

“Is that better Morgana? Is that what you want from me? Or maybe just a little bit more.”

His hand begins a rhythmic motion moving in and out while his thumb draws perfect circles over my clit. My hips begin to mimic his movement and I reach my hand to touch his cheek but he grabs it before I have the chance.

“What did I say about touching me? I don’t think you really want this.”

With that he removes his hands and I feel a frustrating loss until it moves up to my bra and pushes the cups away revealing my nipples.

“So fucking beautiful.” He slathers my nipple with my own wetness and bows down so his lips just barely touch my puckered nipple. The heat of his tongue presses against the hard tip as it darts out. A moment later his lips encase and draw it in. I hiss and buck my hips toward him. He rewards me by slipping his fingers back down and inside my warm folds.

I can feel his fingers curl inside me as the pressure of my release nears. His teeth start to nip at my nipple and before I conclude that he has a favorite he releases my nipple and plants his lips on the other.

“Oh god Henrick!”

His tongue is playing eagerly with the nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking. Once his thumb presses on my nub I know I am at the tipping point. My hips lunge wildly as I feel my muscles tighten around his fingers. Just then he’s gone.

Dazed and frustrated I look over at him straightening his tie as he turns to walk to the door. His back is to me when he stops in the doorway and turns his head so I can only see his profile.

“Ms. Drake, remember you are MY assistant. First thing Monday you will be at your desk on the 28th floor. I expect my coffee delivered to me when I arrive. You are to do as I say or you will be...reprimanded.”

His head turns and he is gone. Just like that...gone.

My legs are still hanging open along with my blouse while my boobs dangle for all to see. I’m in shock. What the FUCK was that? I am so angry right now I can’t...can’t...even form words.

Quickly I adjust my skirt, fix my undergarments and button up my top after I hop off the desk. Once I am done I grab my phone from the floor and begin to dial. It rings and after the second one I hear, “Hello?”

“Grandma! What did you say to him?”