1 - Plugged and Promoted #3
“I should just keep you tied up in this room,” he breathed into her ear as his cock fit inside her liquid hole. “Like a little fuck toy, like a pet I come visit when I need to get off.”
“If that’s what you want, Sir.”
“What I want.”
Paul sucked her nipples as he pounded inside of her.
The shape of the butt plug added pressure to the walls of her cunt, and he could feel its contours against his cock.
He had wanted to take his time, really tease her and draw it out, but the more he thought about bending her over and sticking his rod up her stretched and prepped asshole, the more he wanted to do that right this very instant.
He undid the binds around her wrists and tugged on the handle of the plug.
Nadia inhaled through her nose. “If you wanted to fuck me up the ass, I’m not allowed to say no.”
“Well, that’s good to hear.”
Paul rotated her onto her hands and knees, easing the plug out of her, watching the shape of her hole change as the bulbous toy was released.
He licked up along the crack of her ass, slicking it wet and open.
He rubbed her clit as he entered her from behind, soaking in the squeak and moan she emitted as he filled her.
“Oh God, it’s been too long,” Nadia said, stroking her own clit as she rocked backward onto Paul’s cock. “I need this more than you know. I need it hard. I need it all the time.”
“I can accommodate that just fine.” Paul thrust his hips forward hard, slamming into Nadia and rocketing her whole body forward. He saw her back arch then go concave again as she accepted his cock, as she surrendered to his will.
The harder he pounded, the harder she rocked backward, the harder she rubbed her clit and moaned. Soon, they were moving in perfect unison, Nadia’s breathing damp and heavy. The closer she got to coming, the more moisture was evident in her gasps and exhalations.
“You sound like a fucking animal,” Paul said, starting to pant and sweat himself. “You sound like a dog in heat.”
“That’s all I am. I know that’s all I am.” Nadia shuddered and made a gurgling noise that was like the death rattle of some Dionysius god, a sound too happy and final to be anything a mortal could live through. Then she went completely limp, her body laced in a film of sweat.
The beads of sweat were so tiny and fine that Paul couldn’t help but run his finger through them.
“What am I going to do with you, Nadia?” he asked, still fully engorged and enclosed in her ass. “After this, how are we ever going to pretend we’re just colleagues?”
Nadia didn’t answer except to arch her back like a cat and inhale mouthfuls of air, gulping greedily.
Paul began humping again slowly.
“Are you going to come inside me?” Nadia asked in a tiny voice. Her moans were higher pitched now that she had come. Paul could feel her shiver and shudder as he pushed in and pulled out.
“Is that what you want me to do?”
“It’s not up to me.”
“Good girl.”
He pulled out of her ass, rolled her onto her back, and pressed his cock between the domes of her breasts. Her eyes were narrowed and glassy like he had woken her up from a beautiful dream. She opened her mouth as he slid back and forth between her tits.
“Come on me,” she said. “Come all over me.”
“As if I have to be told twice.”
Paul exploded, a stream of jizz arching through the air and landing in the hollow of Nadia’s throat. She touched a finger to the spot as Paul collapsed on top of her, limp and spent.
Nadia tugged on Paul’s earlobe, ignoring the satiated groan of a man who didn’t want to be moved. “You have to let me up. I need to get a towel.”
“You need to sit there with my cum on you and wait till I’m ready to stand up.”
“Come on, Paul. I’m serious. I hate being dirty.”
Paul made the universal sound of reluctant effort as he rolled off Nadia, and she sprang off the bed. He listened to the water running from the bathroom then lifted his head to watch her return, naked and glistening.
“Nice and clean now?” he asked.
“As clean as I can be, at least.” She sat next to him on the bed, not quite close enough to be affectionate and cuddling.
Paul tapped her on the leg until she slouched down to his level and let him curl around her.
“I’m trying not to think about what a bad idea this was,” he said as their legs tangled together. “I always told myself I’d never get involved with someone who worked for me.”
“No one has to know what we’re doing. If we want this to be a one-time thing, then it can be a one-time thing.”
Paul lifted himself up onto his elbows, and they locked eyes. Neither of them wanted that, but they both needed to be sure. It was a situation in which nobody wanted to be wrong, nobody wanted to be the one who was pressing for more while the other was pulling away.
“Do you want this to be a one-time thing?” Paul asked. “I mean, I would absolutely love to fuck you again if you were so inclined.”
“I’m so inclined.”
“All right. Good.”
They settled back onto the bed together, and Paul kissed her on the neck as they both drifted off.
***
“And don’t forget that we have a conference on Monday morning at 9:30. All right? Do you hear me, Paul? 9:30?”
“Can we go back to you being pouty and bending over for me?” Paul pulled his shirt over his head and tried to straighten his hair with his hand, but only succeeded in making it messier. “You sure you don’t want me to wait for you?”
Nadia was still stretched naked across the bed, eyes closed. She shook her head. “I’ve got a few more minutes of sex drunkenness I want to enjoy,” she told him. “I’ll see you Monday. 9:30 sharp.”
“Yeah, yeah. 9:30. Whatever.”
“Not whatever, Paul. Sharp. Sharp.”
“You’re the bossiest little ass slut I’ve ever known,” he said, bending over her and kissing her on the mouth. “I think I could tell by the second week we worked together that you liked to be dominated.”
“And yet, it took us this long to get to it?”
“Give me some credit, in this day and age especially. I’m not about to tell my subordinate that I think she wants it up the ass.”
Nadia shrugged.
Paul kissed her again then started toward the door but stopped before he opened it to look back at her.
“Something you want?” she asked, her eyes still closed.
“I don’t want to leave,” he said.
“Then don’t.”
“If I stay here, I’m going to fuck you all night long. You understand that, right? I’m going to fuck you until my dick falls off.”
“What good will you be to me, then?”
Paul stripped his shirt off and climbed onto the bed next to her.
Nadia opened her eyes, her face heavy and happy and still asking for more.
“Beg me to fuck you again,” he ordered. “Make me feel how badly you need my cock.”
Nadia rolled onto her side and propped herself up on her elbows. She studied Paul’s upper body, his well-sculpted torso, his prominent hip bones. A moment earlier, she was pretty sure she was satiated for the moment, but now she felt it starting up again. Now she knew she wanted more.
“Only if you promise to tie me up and go to town on my ass,” she said with a laugh. “You can make that promise for me, can’t ya, Sir?”
“That’s literally the only promise I can make for you.”
Paul climbed on top of her again, kissing down her chest as he spread her legs.
His mouth made the descent toward her eager cunt, already split wide and dripping.
He tongued her clit, listened to her breathing start to pick up, then drove his tongue inside of her as if trying to reach the center of her body.
Nadia sighed and ran her fingers through Paul’s hair.
Outside of that room was the real world where they had to stand next to each other and act like they didn’t know every inch of the other one’s body, but in there, for that night, they were whatever they wanted to be.
Nadia felt the surrender crest over her again, and she belonged to Paul for as long as he demanded it.