Chapter 11
I’d taken refuge behind my desk when Rose entered and locked my office door. She was such a little minx, but I liked where her mind was going. I’d had a hard-on since watching her on the security feed. Naked and getting herself off had certainly caught my attention. When she laughed as she departed the room, that was when my palm grew itchy. Now there was a woman begging to be taken in hand, and I knew just whose hand it would be.
Rose took a seat opposite me, and I couldn’t help but notice the generous cleavage she had on display. She was lucky only Yula and I had seen so much of her. I was not interested in her garnering attention from the other men in the building, at least not today. Not after what we shared last night. Dressing to impress, and hopeful her cleavage was only to poke at the Dom sitting opposite her.
I knew her kink was to be watched, not touched. She chose who was allowed, as I’d witnessed at the club before we went on stage. But at work? That was an entirely different situation. With her fourth button undone, everyone had a chance to see the goods, especially with the push-up bra she wore, her tits were practically thrust in my face.
Although her highly exposed flesh wasn’t an office infraction, she should know that exposing herself here came with consequences. The smirk she wore told me she knew exactly what she was doing… baiting me. She acted like there was nothing going on, but she’d learn that, if you baited the bear, you’d pay the price. If she wasn’t careful, she’d find herself tipped over my desk with her ass in the air for a spanking.
Rose was temptation personified and very hard to resist. “You are begging for attention, Rose, didn’t you get enough last night?”
“Last night was wonderful… don’t you think, Master Heimdall?” She batted her long lashes, her green pools filled with challenge.
“You purposely taunted me on camera this morning.” My cock stiffened at the immediate image that assaulted me, with her head thrown back, her fingers deep inside her slick pussy, and her lips forming a perfect O when her orgasm hit.
“Are you saying you’re worked up, Master H? I don’t see how that is any fault of mine when you looked at the feed. I am more than happy, however, to help you take care of that.” She pointed over the desk at my very hard cock pressing painfully against my pants. Rose dropped to her knees and crawled toward me.
When she got to my side, she rose to kneeling and reached for my zipper. Blatant manipulation and I didn’t appreciate her trying to take control. I say when she wraps those bow lips around my rod.
“Back down on your hands and knees and turn around.”
She obeyed, turning her perfect ass toward me as she faced away. I pulled my belt out of the loops and placed it on the desk.
Reaching down, I slid her skirt up her thighs and over her ample bottom. I see the gusset of her red satin g-string was soaked. With her skirt out of the way I take a deep breath, inhaling her sweet nectar. I can’t wait to taste her but that will have to wait. I have a lesson for a naughty sub to take care of.
I wrapped the belt around her throat and held the two ends, like a leash, in my left hand, and tugged, forcing her back up on her knees.
“You’ve been naughty, Rose, and deserving of a punishment.”
Loosening the belt, I pressed her back down to all fours, then added enough tension once she was placed the way I like for moving to be difficult. The drawer soundlessly opened and I pulled out a thick wooden ruler, one I’d never used before, at least not as an implement.
Not only had I never punished anyone in my private office before, I’d never even had a woman in here that I was interested in that way. So this would be new territory for me. Despite all my reservations about keeping things separate from work and home life, I wouldn’t lose an opportunity to establish boundaries. I controlled every single scene and it was best that I reminded her of that now.
I gave no warning, and brought the ruler down hard on her pale, exposed bottom. To her credit, Rose didn’t cry out. Her only sound was a rush of air that sounded like it came from between her teeth, and the muscles of her ass tightening. I struck again, loving the sound as it cracked against her fleshy buttocks.
Once her bottom was painted a nice red that matched her panties, I got to work on her thighs and had her spread her legs wider so I could catch the sensitive skin right on the inside of where her thighs and buttocks connected.
Widening her legs further by tapping the insides of her knees, I slid the ruler against the soaked gusset of her g-string. Rose moaned and arched her back, giving me a nice eyeful. I reached forward and gripped the back of her soaked bottoms she wore and gripped them, tugging them deep inside her crack.
“Oh!” Her cry was followed by a guttural moan. Her puffy, slick lips were swollen with need, but the lesson wasn’t over yet.
I pulled the ruler away and cracked it against her backside, applying more strength than on the last round. Rose grunted and I could see her fingers trying to dig into the mat that was under my desk. I swung the ruler down in quick succession six more times.
When I sat back, Rose was waggling her swollen red globes from side to side as if to cool them off.
“Turn around, Rose.” Facing me, I could see how turned on she was by her dilated pupils and the rapid pulse at her neck. With her shirt buttons undone, I had an inviting angle that offered me a view of the lace bra she wore, and her swollen, heated flesh and puckered nipples. The woman needed to come, but not before she sucked my cock and apologized for making me horny and then trying to control the scene.
“Stand up, I want you over my desk.” She stood on her feet, and lay herself over the edge of my desk, gently rubbing against the leather mat on top to gain some friction for her nipples.
Once she was in position, I had her turn her head to the left so I could see her face. “You will receive six more strokes before I allow you to suck my cock. You may cry out for your Master, Rose, as the room is soundproof.”
Her eyes flew wide but other than that, she stayed quiet. I cracked the ruler across her behind leaving another stripe on her pretty bottom.
“Count!”
“One, Master Heimdall.”
Seeing her submission with my belt still looped around her throat and wearing my marks on her ass was a dream come true. I couldn’t wait for this punishment to be over and feel her lush lips wrapped around my cock.
The last five were given on her upper thighs and they went instantly crimson. I could tell she’d never been spanked there before. The idea that I was the first had my cock straining painfully against the restrictions of my khakis.
I tugged the leather, drawing her up to standing and leading her around my desk. “Turn around and undo my pants.”
I placed the belt and the ruler on the desk and waited for her to tug my thick cock from my pants. Her eyes widened when she saw my size. “Open your mouth, Rose, and take my cock down your throat.”
“Yes, Master Heimdall.”
She asked for it, and now she was going to get it, all of it. She stopped when I was only half in. She needed some help taking all of me.
Gripping her hair with one hand, I fed her my cock with the other. She slapped my thighs and tried to pull back, but I didn”t relent. “This is punishment, Rose, you will take all of my cock. Relax your throat.”
I figured she had lots of experience considering where she had worked and the control she exhibited when in front of a crowd but my opinion quickly changed. I believed Rose had a lot of dungeon experience but very little real-world encounters. She’d never had to swallow a cock before, that much was obvious.
“Breathe and swallow,” I encouraged her. Her eyes found mine and there was almost a worshipful expression in them. She loved giving up control, I could see that and a less experienced Dom would have missed the clear desire she had for letting go and giving over to someone else, completely. For me, there was nothing more beautiful or inspiring than to witness a sub completely in her element.
“That’s it. Be a good girl and take it all.”
She swallowed the last inch of my cock. I released her hair and moved my hands to either side of her head, and guided the pace, pulling out halfway, and gently thrusting in partway a few times, followed by a full thrust.
After repeating the pattern a few times, she got it and began to anticipate my entire cock filling her mouth and throat. Rose on her knees, with precum and saliva dripping from her lips was by far my favorite image of her, even better than watching her pleasure herself earlier on the security feed, but I was dangerously close to spewing my load down her throat and I hadn’t buried my cock in her glistening pussy yet, and I really wanted to end our session that way.
I unexpectedly pulled out of her mouth. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and gazed at me for further instructions. I helped her to her feet, positioning her over my desk once again, tugged her panties down, and lining up my cock with her entrance, thrust all the way inside, burying deep within her heat.
“Oh-my-god-yes!” she almost howled.
Grasping her hips, I set up a wicked pace, and Rose returned each thrust for thrust.
“Master Heimdall, may I please come?”
She asked a little too sweetly and I had to remind myself that she needed to learn her place.
“No! If you do, I will pull out and spill my load all over your face and there will be no more coming for you today.”
I’d laid out the threat, and she gazed over her shoulder at me. I offered her a look in return that brooked no argument. She ground down on my cock as I pistoned in and out of her at full speed. I watched her expressions as they shifted, from deep concentration to desperation. Her eyes were practically begging for permission, pleading for a much needed release.
Last night I’d forced orgasms from her, and now I was denying them. Keeping her on her toes was becoming my new favorite hobby. Just to be a dick, I told her to play with her nipples and she obeyed.
The moment she twisted them cruelly, she shouted, “Pleassseee, Master?”
There was a moment’s hesitation when I realized she called me Master, instead of Master Heimdall and what that meant, but in the wake of the heat blasting down my spine and into my groin I didn’t have time to analyze it, and instead shouted, “Now!”
Rose shrieked, her body spasmed and she came undone. I pumped rope after rope of cum deep within her, and even before it ended, I knew this was one of the most intense orgasms I’d had in years.
I slowly pulled out, my cock reluctant to leave her tight sheath. Despite how awesome this was, it couldn’t happen again. I helped her to stand and led her to my private bathroom where she could clean up. Neither of us spoke, but who wanted to break the spell of what we’d just shared? Certainly not me, but I’d have to. While she was in the bathroom cleaning up, I firmed my resolve to lay down the rules with her.
When she returned, I handed her a bottle of water and told her to sit and catch her breath. I quickly cleaned up in the bathroom and returned to take my seat at the desk. Rose looked happy, glowing in the aftermath of her sex and her release. I almost felt bad about what I was about to say, but it needed to be said.
“Rose, while this has been incredible, it can’t happen again, at least not at work.”
Her expression instantly shifted, becoming guarded.
“Playing openly at the club is one thing. But fucking you at work, is another and I don’t want to be seen sleeping with an employee. It’s not appropriate and if things changed between us, it would affect our working relationship. You are really good at your job, and I would hate for you to leave because we didn’t work out. We will keep our relationship strictly outside of work, and under wraps while in the office.”
Rose devolved to chewing her lip thoughtfully, something I’d not seen her do before today. After a moment, she stopped and whatever she’d been wrestling with seemed to have been rectified within herself.
“Okay, Gabriel. For now, I will agree to your terms, but I don’t like having to live in the shadows; that is not my modus operandi. I will play along for a while, but if this continues between us, eventually I will insist that we are open about the nature of our relationship.” Rose stood up. “If that is all, Mr. Dakos, I should get back to work.”
I nodded my head and Rose left my office, and quietly closed the door without looking back. Leaning back in my chair, I went over what just happened. I acted like what was between us at the club and here wasn’t serious but nothing could be further from the truth. What had happened between us, was way more serious than I was willing to admit. There is no world in which I could see myself emailing my client list to tell them I’ve been fucking my ops manager and we were serious about each other.
I stopped thinking about the conditions I’d set in place for us and told myself that it was gonna work out. By the end of the work day, I’d managed to believe what I told myself and tucked it away. When it was time to leave for the day I popped by Rose’s office to offer her a ride home, but she wasn’t there.
I checked in with reception, but Yula said she left right at 5 p.m.
“That’s unusual isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is, but she said something about meeting a friend for a drink.”
Saying goodbye, I headed back the way I’d come and out the back door to my vehicle. Who would she be meeting for a drink when the only person she knew was Marissa? I shook my head. Seriously, give it a rest, Gabe, I warned myself but I couldn’t help feeling like something was off, and suddenly I was worried about her getting back to the apartment safely.
Sliding into the car, I finally gave in and sent her a text: Let me know when you are home.
She instantly replied: Why? Are you worried about me… Master H?
I cringed, disliking the abbreviated form of my title. You will address me respectfully, subbie, or there will be no orgasms for you.
A line of laughing faces was her reply back, and then a second message that said: and how can you enforce that?
Easy.I replied. Modern-day advancements on chastity belts are quite inspiring and I have no problem slapping one on you if you misbehave.
I smirked at my phone when I didn’t see any dots to tell me she was replying. Ha, I bet myself she was seething when she read that. Starting my Hummer, I was about to pull away from my parking spot when my phone pinged with a message. I dug it out of my pocket and took a look.
Yes, Master Heimdall, Sir, I apologize for my lack of respect, and beg your forgiveness.
Yeah, I bet she did. That’s better. Keep it up.
I chuckled as I pulled away and drove home.