Hart’s Desires (Volume One – The First Day) (Hart's Desires) (4 page)

“I mean, I just…I really like working here. I’ll do anything to keep my job.”

“Fire...” Samantha started, but quickly shut her mouth without finishing her thought before Paul looked at her again.

“Define anything.” He said, his gaze piercing my body.

“Anything.” I tried to sound sexy, but the words just kind of fell out of my mouth. I reached forward to grab his cock. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I made Brian wait a month after we officially started dating before I would sleep with him. It was a whole year before I slept with my high school boyfriend. I may have been feeling lonely and horny, but I wasn’t the kind of girl that would do anything for her boss. I felt so slutty, so dirty, and yet, so turned on. It became impossible to miss the wetness between my legs, the damp thong that clung to me.

However, before I could touch him, he grabbed my wrist. He locked on to it painfully tight and put it back to my side. “What are you doing?”

“I wanted to prove my loyalty.” The words sounded so naive leaving my mouth. I wasn’t on the same level as Samantha, and he knew it. And I certainly wasn’t even in the same league as Paul.

“Are you sure about that?” He asked, voice growing with curiosity.

“Yes.” The word stuttered out of my mouth, but after I said it I felt like a different woman.

“One last chance. Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yes,” I said it louder this time, believing it myself.

“Sam, get up.” He helped her to her feet. Then he turned her around, so she was completely facing me. She glared at me. Her bare breasts reminded me of what I had gotten myself into. He undid the gold with navy blue stripes tie that bound her hands together, then looked at me. “Last chance.”

“I’ll do anything.” I said, confident.

“Turn around.” He ordered.

I did, and then put my hands behind my back. I looked at his office. It was modern and stylish, sparsely decorated but still looked very expensive. I wondered how much it cost. I also wondered what I had just gotten myself into.

The silk fabric wrapped around my wrists, still warm from Samantha’s body heat. I wondered how many women had been in this exact situation in this office before me. How many models, how many starlets? Even Samantha could’ve passed for an actress. I, on the other hand, was just plain, boring me.

Before I could finish the thought, he pulled the soft fabric tight around my wrists, and then knotted it. I tried to pull my arms apart, but I couldn’t move them.

He turned me around; the anger in his eyes had been replaced by pure lust. He looked at me, standing there with my breasts pushed out and my hands tied behind my back.

I started to lower myself to my knees, but he grabbed my arm and stood me back up. “What are you doing?”

“I wanted to show you that I was loyal.”

“Maybe later, but first I have to show you how I punish women who don’t behave.”

“I don’t need to be punished.” He had Samantha tied up when I walked in on them. Now I was tied up. What kind of kinky punishment did he have in mind? Did he have a whip hidden somewhere in his office? I didn’t want to find out, but now I didn’t have a choice.

“Yes,” Samantha grinned, “you do.”

“Shut up.” He turned towards her. “If you talk again, I’ll punish you too.”

She opened her mouth to apologize, but quickly shut it.

He turned me around and bent me over the table. He held me down with one hand, pressing my chest into the wood. It had been a long time since I had been in this position. I think I was about eight. I hit my brother because he changed the channel while I was watching a television show.

Even with all of my clothes on, I felt naked now. My ass in the air, both of them looking at me.

“Samantha, spank her for interrupting us.” Paul’s voice commanded. I looked to my right and she stood behind me with a smile on her face. Her hand pulled back then flew forward. The spankings I had dealt with before certainly didn’t feel like this. Her spanking stung me, but at the same time, something about it filled me with lust. I almost moaned when she hit me a second time. I couldn’t believe that I was starting to enjoy it.

She hit me three times, each one more pleasurable than the last, before Paul spoke again. “That’s enough.”

I tried to stand up, but Paul held me down. “You will never walk into my office again uninvited.” He didn’t give me a chance to answer. He slapped his hand across my ass, the impact so hard that it startled me and I tried to move away. He held me tighter against the desk. Where his hand impacted with my ass cheeks now stung. He spanked me again, this time aiming for my right ass cheek. The impact filled the office with the sound of his bare hand impacting with my behind. It stung even worse, but I had never been more turned on. I bit my lip and hoped he had more for me. He spanked me again, a direct impact with the same ass cheek. I didn’t know if I would be able to sit down tomorrow, but I didn’t care. It stung, but when I thought of him behind me, touching me, it turned me on. “If you do something like that again, next time it will be with my belt.”

This didn’t seem real. Was I still at home, in bed, dreaming? I read Fifty Shades with all of my girlfriends in college, but I never thought I would be living something so kinky for real.

Now, he helped me stand back up. He turned around and looked at me. A large bulge had formed in his pants. “Are you ready to show me your loyalty now?”

“Yes,” I grinned. I wasn’t Olivia anymore. I felt like I was someone else. Someone much sluttier. Someone who didn’t grow up going to church every Sunday. Someone confident, sexy, and sure of herself.

He helped me to my knees, and then looked over at Samantha. She did the same without him asking.

Behind him, the view of the bay and city skyline with the sun falling fast. The sky slowly turned pink and purple. I wondered if anyone outside, looking at the building, had any idea what was happening on the top floor. Probably some of his ex-girlfriends, but never anyone like me before.

He undid the button on his pants and they fell to the ground. Samantha pulled down his boxer briefs, giving me a close up look at his hardness. His cock was smooth with a swollen red head. Much thicker and longer than either of my two ex-boyfriends. He was shaved, except for a buzz of hair above the base of his cock. Tan muscles on his legs and abs set the scene. He looked incredible. I would do anything he wanted, even if my hands weren’t tied behind my back.

I watched as Samantha leaned forward and kissed his cock. She opened her mouth and then slid her lips down him.

After two long-term relationships, I had given my fair share of blowjobs, but I had never watched another woman give oral pleasures right in front of me. I realized that she was a complete expert at it, and I studied how she moved, longing to become that good.

She slid her lips up and down his long shaft, taking more of him into her mouth then I ever thought any woman could possibly take. She dragged the tip of her tongue along the length of his cock, tip to base, and he moaned with delight.

He pulled himself out of her mouth and she grinned.

He turned to me and it was my turn. I wanted to reach out and stroke him, feeling his power in my hand, but I couldn’t. He looked down at me, giving me a look that didn’t tell me anything about his thoughts. I looked up at him as I opened my mouth and slid my wet lips down his very hard, very thick cock.

A look of pure pleasure took his face as his cock stretched my lips out. I took as much of him as I could without gagging, but still nowhere near as much as Samantha. I tried to emulate her moves and the sounds he made told me he enjoyed the effort.

I slid my lips up and down his shaft, trying to go fast, but without using my hands to balance, I felt awkward, almost falling into him. He held my shoulders to keep me in place.

I couldn’t believe that I had Paul Hart inside of my mouth. When I woke up this morning, I didn’t even fantasize that the day would end up anywhere near this situation. I couldn’t believe he had tied my hands behind my back. Jenny would never believe me, not that I could ever tell her or anyone about this. Not that I would want to. This was so slutty.

I was a good girl, all through high school I earned almost straight A’s, in college near a 4.0 every semester and didn’t miss getting on the Dean’s List. I liked to party, but not every night, like some girls. I focused on my studies, not meeting boys. I guess it’s different because I had a serious boyfriend through most of college. I didn’t go out there flaunting my sexuality in low-cut tops and tight mini-skirts. I was proud of my curvy, yet trim figure, however I wasn’t that kind of girl to just show it off to any and everyone. I wasn’t the kind that did slutty things, yet here I was with my new boss’s cock in my mouth. And I
liked
it. I never thought I would graduate college and spend months looking for a real job. I never thought I would end up in a situation like this. I felt dirty, yet so turned on.

I felt Samantha’s hands on my side, then her lips on my neck. She softly kissed my neck, as Paul’s hardness slid through my lips. Her kisses stunned me. They were so tender, so juicy, something I had never experienced before. I started to forget about all of reasons why I shouldn’t be in this situation and started to enjoy it.

She cupped my breasts and I forgot that just a few minutes earlier she had been screaming for me to be fired. She kept looking up at Paul. I knew she was doing this for his visual pleasure, but I felt the effects between my legs. I didn’t want her to stop, not at all. I wanted to do more than just give a blowjob.

She undid the buttons on my blouse, exposing the cups of my white satin bra. Instantly, I wished I had put something sexier on this morning, yet there was no way I could have ever imagined that my day would take a twist like this.

She slid her soft, but cold hands into the cups of the bra and pulled out my full breasts. I had never felt so naked with almost all of my clothes on. Paul reached down and caressed my breasts with his strong hands. She pinched my nipples, a quick, but intense pain that just made me more wet between my legs.

I started to sweat. My heart pounding and my breathing heavy, especially with him in my mouth. At first, it was more like me giving him a blowjob, but soon he took over. He started to use my mouth, pushing himself further and further into me. I was there for him to use, and I loved every second of it.

He pushed himself to the point where I couldn’t believe. He pulled back to let me breathe, but quickly pushed himself back in, going further each time.

I felt my body start to shake with pure excitement. I didn’t want him to think I couldn’t handle this, but I didn’t know how much longer I could last, no matter how much I enjoyed it. I wanted to explode and I could feel the orgasm on the brink.

He looked down at me. “Had enough?”

I wanted to whimper and nod my head yes. However, I said something different. “I want more.”

He grinned; Samantha gave me a look of surprise.

“You did say you would do anything. Did you mean that?”

I nodded my head yes, even though I didn’t have any idea what he might have in store for me.

“Are you sure about that? I can untie you and send you home and you’d never have to worry about this again.”

I didn’t know if he was implying that he would fire me or if I could just go home now, no questions asked, but neither option interested me. I wanted him and wanted to show him that I could handle anything he threw my way. “I haven’t had enough. I want more.”

He smiled and helped me to my feet. I stood between them, both of them taller than me. I stood with my hands still tied behind my back, my breasts exposed, my face red from the excitement of what was taking place. I knew my makeup was on its way to being ruined and I could feel my hair falling out of place. This didn’t seem real. Brian could walk in right now and he still would never believe that it was me in this situation. He always wanted me to try new things, but I never did. Maybe, I thought, I just needed to find the right guy. And girl. I wonder how many other girls went from being normal to complete sluts for him. Maybe normal wasn’t the right word. Maybe it was more like going from boring to being alive. My heart trembled with fear, but between my legs, I knew I wanted more.