1 - Plugged and Promoted #2
“I just have trouble getting what I want from relationships. At some point, I sort of stopped trying.” A taut flutter of a smile spawned then died on his lips.
His eyes moved askance as if he was having trouble looking directly at her.
“I think we did enough for today. No need for you to sacrifice anymore of your night for my fuck up.”
“I don’t mind.”
His hands were shaking as he shuffled papers together, flipping through them like he was about to put them into a recognizable order.
Nadia stopped the charade, tapping him softly on the arm. Paul still didn’t look in her direction.
“I felt a little bit of a charge right there,” she told him, her voice and expression as soft as she could make them both. “Didn’t you?”
“Sure. I guess.” Paul had stopped moving, his eyes reluctantly swinging in her direction. When she smiled at him, he shook his head. “You’re irreplaceable to this office,” he said after a moment. “It would be stupid of me to jeopardize that for a …” He faltered, unsure of what to say.
“A tryst?”
“Sure. A tryst.”
Nadia sat back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. She folded her legs over each other and tilted her head to the side, not letting Paul look away from her.
It was written across his face how badly he wanted to be anywhere else and also how badly he wanted to take the offer she was dangling, take the chance they both wanted to take.
Nadia beckoned him toward her, giddy as he obeyed and knelt down next to her seat.
“You’re going to fuck me, Paul,” she told him. “It doesn’t have to be tonight, but it’s going to happen. You’re going to make me do disgusting things. You’re going to treat me like a slave. Do you understand?”
Paul’s contented grin was half-concealed but evident enough for Nadia to spot it.
“Whatever you say, Nadia.”
“Good boy,” she said then rose to her feet and exited the conference room, leaving Paul on his knees next to her empty chair watching her walk away.
***
“Can I speak with you for a moment, Nadia?” Paul asked the next morning, bent halfway over her desk, his hands clasped behind his back. “If you’re not too busy, that is.”
“Too busy for you? Never.”
Nadia saw the flash of a tight smile like she had seen the night before.
The smile that warned her that Paul was feeling uncomfortable, out of sorts, not quite certain of how to proceed.
He’ll say we should forget that ever happened,Nadia predicted.
He’ll want to brush it off as a moment of weakness. Some shit like that.
In his office with the door closed, Paul seemed slightly less nervous but still moving and shifting more than he normally did. Nadia watched him, cold-eyed and assured.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he told her.
“Are you saying that as my Master or my boss?”
“Whichever one gets you to stop looking at me like you can see through to my bones.” He squirmed in his chair, adjusted his clothing. “You make me feel naked when you look at me like that.”
“Like I can read your thoughts.”
“Nadia, stop it.”
Nadia clucked her tongue and lifted her eyes straight up to the ceiling. “Better?”
“Better.”
“What did you want to talk to me about, boss?”
Paul cleared his throat and leaned forward onto his elbows. “Nadia, I want to apologize for my behavior last night. If I said or did anything that made you—”
Her eyes dropped down from the ceiling, penetrating into his so fiercely his breath ran out
“—uncomfortable …”
“You know you don’t need to apologize. I don’t want you to apologize. I want you to fuck me.”
“You’re a beautiful, capable woman, Nadia. I’m sure you could find someone else to have sex with. Someone who’s not your boss. Your boss who depends on you professionally more than he cares to admit.”
“You don’t have to admit it; everyone already knows how much you need me.”
Paul laughed, sat up straight. “You’re not making this easy.”
“I’m not trying to.”
He was quiet, tenting his fingers in front of him. Mulling it over, she could tell. He was mulling it over and wondering if it was really as stupid as an idea as he thought it was.
“How would we go about this?” he asked once he was done with all the mulling. “Do you want me to get us a hotel room or something?”
“Whatever you want.”
“No, no, you know I’m bad at planning and stuff like that. Whatever you want. You tell me what’s happening.”
Nadia drummed her fingers on his desk, licked her lips, and pressed them together. “I’ll make the arrangements and let you know. How about that?”
Relief shaded Paul’s face. He nodded then opened a drawer of his desk and pulled out a small, wrapped box. “This is for you.”
“A present?” Nadia tore the paper and saw a smooth, glass teardrop-shaped object in her hand. “Paul, is this—”
“A butt plug? Yes. You make the arrangements, you tell me where to go and what to do, then you show up with that in. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” Nadia answered, rising to her feet with a smile. “Crystal clear.”
***
The room Nadia rented was perfectly clean and nice but spartan, functional.
Paul wrinkled his nose as she let him in. “Not a whole lot of pizazz in here,” he said, taping a finger against one of the institutional looking lamps. “I would have picked something with a bit more color.”
“Color doesn’t serve our purpose tonight. This place was cheap and discreet. My main criteria.”
Paul ran his eyes over her then snapped his fingers and pointed to the spot on the ground directly in front of him. “On your knees.”
“We haven’t even kissed yet,” Nadia said with a put-on pout. “You expect me to suck your dick before we kiss for the first time?”
“I most certainly do.”
Nadia knelt down in front of him, making eye contact with Paul the entire time that he unzipped and released himself.
He was big, thick. Not quite as long as Nadia had envisioned in her fantasies, but she knew how ridiculous she could get when her imagination really took off. No human man would live up to it.
“Do you know how long I’ve thought about what your cock looked like?” Nadia asked as she dragged her tongue up the shaft, relishing the moan Paul let out involuntarily.
“Probably as long as I’ve wondered if you’d take it up the ass.”
“Why, Paul, I would have never known.”
She deepthroated him, driving him so far down her throat that she was on the verge of gagging. He rested his hand on the back of her head, and Nadia felt her entire body relax, melting into a puddle of sex and submission. Her brain flatlined, and she surrendered control.
“I almost didn’t hire you,” he confessed as Nadia’s lips slid along the length of him. “The minute you walked into the office, I thought that I’d get myself in trouble with you around.” He looked down at her, smiled at the eyes staring up at him. “And now we’re here. And you belong to me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Paul pulled out of Nadia’s mouth then helped her to her feet. He roamed his hands as he began to strip her, cupping under her breasts, sliding along the swell of her ass. He kissed her neck then the side of her face, hovering his mouth close to hers then flinching back away.
“Will it be too much if I kiss you?” he asked, wrapping his hands into her hair and pressing into her waist. “I guess it doesn’t matter since there’s no way I’m not going to do it.”
“You can do whatever you want to me, Sir.”
Paul spun her around and pressed his lips to hers.
Nadia pulled him closer, letting her jaw hang wide so she could take his entire tongue into her mouth.
She felt his pulsing desperation to fill her, to thrust into any open space she allowed him to.
If there was any further to melt, she would have, but she was already jelly and liquid and a begging, pleading mess.
“Please fuck me, Sir,” Nadia whispered, dragging her nails down Paul’s back and leaving divots in the top of his ass. “Please.”
“First things first.”
She was naked now, and Paul bound her arms behind her then pushed her onto the bed and did her ankles the same way, leaving her helpless and vulnerable.
When she was on her stomach, he pushed her knees apart and stuck a finger into her pussy.
He parted the cheeks of her ass and tugged on the handle of the plug that Nadia had obediently worn.
She moaned as it stretched the pucker of her back hole to a thin, translucent membrane.
“The first thing we’re going to do here is wait,” he told her, settling next to her on the bed and grabbing the remote. “Maybe have you suck some cock here and there. But mainly, we’re just going to wait.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Paul.”
He glanced sideways at her, puckish grin dawning. “No? You don’t want me to be in charge here? Just say it, and I’ll untie you.”
“I do, but I want you to fuck me and finger me. That kind of in charge.”
“Oh, I see. So, you want to be in control when you’re supposed to be giving up control.” He tilted toward her, fingers clasped. “Is that what I’m hearing?”
Nadia pressed her lips together then laughed. “I mean, I’d prefer it if you got to the fucking part sooner rather than later.”
“But I’m still in charge here.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
Nadia clicked her tongue, letting the surrender slip back over her. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s right.” Paul stroked his cock, traced Nadia’s pouted lips with the very tip of his finger. “Don’t worry, my little slut; you’ll get what’s coming to you.”
“How much longer do I have to wait, Sir?” Nadia asked with a pathetic whimper that obviously turned Paul on every time she did it.
“You’re not happy just sucking my cock?”
“I like doing that, but …”
Paul turned off the TV and got off the bed. “You need more. I get it.”
He undid her binds then flipped her over and immediately fastened her ankles to the posts on the headboard. Nadia’s legs were spread wide.
He plunged a finger into her cunt before he took the rest of his clothes off and lay himself on top of her.