Water's Wet Erotica (Seven Stories: Including Virgin to Vixen Series) (27 page)

Sincerely,

Victoria Cox

“It’s finished, Cameron. You can let me go now.”

“That was only step one. We’ve just started to teach you how to respect those who may not carry the same titles as you in life.”

Cameron cupped my ass and ran his four fingers inside the crack of my ass. He stopped when he reached my soaked panties.

“Ms. Cox, has something turned you on?”

Now, I was getting annoyed. He was making a game out of my sexual desires. I struggled to get him to release me. Each time I thought I was going to be free of his grip, he pinned me down tighter.

“Cameron, I wrote your letter. You can distribute it around the office, but it’s not going to stop what goes on here when you are gone!”

Cameron’s fingers circled tightly into my hair. He moved my underwear to one side, and I felt him thrust three fingers inside of me. I gasped at the instant tightness around his fingers. He wasn’t gentle, nor was his abruptness forgiving. He slid in his three stiff fingers hard and fast, making me gasp at the sensation of being hammered on the inside by his strong fingers.

“Victoria,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re too sexy for your own good. I’ve watched the way you devour me with your eyes. Do you think I didn’t notice those gazes down between my legs? What were you thinking each time you looked down at my cock and licked those full lips?”

“My thoughts are my own business.”

“Oh really?
I can keep doing this until you confess, counselor.”

He continued to bang me with his fingers. “You can stop this anytime. No means no. Say it. Tell me to stop.”

I could feel my resolve shrinking as pain set in. “All right, all right! I admit it. I
was
thinking that I wanted to fuck you. I wanted to make you my office pet.”

“Pet? Does this athletic bruiser look like he’d be a
pet
to anyone? Well, sorry to disappoint you, but the only pet in this room
is
you. I’m a man and you will respect me as such.”

“So, you are saying because I am a woman that you are above me?”

He pulled his fingers out of me and smacked my ass so hard that I yelped.

“This isn’t about being a male chauvinist. It’s about calling you out for being an unfair, prideful, egotistical bitchy boss to your wonderful employees. We work our asses off and without any appreciation except the paycheck and benefits. You are an absolute witch, a bitch, a cheapskate, and an emotional
abuser
. You have a couple of employees on the verge of suicide.”

“What?
Who?”
I wanted to grunt my displeasure, but I knew if I did, he would punish me again.

“I do not violate confidentiality. Figure out who you’ve been torturing.” He smacked my ass again and said, “What do you have to say for yourself, Victoria?”

I knew who he was talking about. I released a deep sigh and then whispered, “I’m so sorry. I am especially sorry to the single mom who I lately keep making work until all hours when I know she has a newborn baby.”

He smacked my ass. “What else?” he asked.

I said, “I’m yours. Punish me.”

He slid his fingers back inside of me and continued to pummel me with his fingers while files, papers and office supplies began to fall off my desk. I could feel the intense pressure in my pelvic area that told me that I was about to
release all over his hand. Right before I was ready to explode, he pulled his hand from my drenched hole and abruptly turned me around.

My first mistake was letting him see the disappointed look in my eyes.

“Oh, we aren’t done yet, not even close.”

Cameron stared me down like a boxer ready to start a fight. However, in those fierce eyes was a lust that I had never seen before. His piercing chocolate-colored eyes sent a wave of chills through my entire body. My legs were still trembling from the near-orgasm that he stopped me from having. My nipples were puckered behind my white, sheer blouse. I was glad to have my desk behind me to balance myself. Otherwise, my legs would have buckled to the floor.

He knew that he had control. We both knew that he had control at that moment. I was at his mercy, and I truly believed that’s exactly where he wanted me to be. He was a bit sadistic. Better yet, he was a lot sadistic and a lot like me. I wanted to provoke him. I wanted to see how dominating this man was. He was an anomaly because he could live submissively as an obedient paralegal but dominating in the bedroom or in this case, in the office. I grinned.

“Cameron, your fingers are thick.”

He nodded. 

The room was starting to glow from a yellow reading light that sat on the corner of my desk. Outside, on the other side of my window, the night had engulfed the sun’s rays.

“Why don’t you finish what you started so we can get back to the matter at hand,” I said, tilting my head in defiance.

“Why don’t you try to keep that mouth shut for a while,” he growled.

“Excuse me? Don’t you dare tell me to—
”

Before I knew it, Cameron had picked me up, sat me in a wooden chair near the front of my desk, unbuckled and released his belt and was tying up my hands behind my back. It happened so fast I wasn’t sure how to react.

“If you so much as open your mouth one more time, Victoria, I will gag you and leave you here until your employees arrive in the morning. Am I understood?”

I nodded. I wasn’t sure what else to do. I had never been dominated by a man. And I had certainly never been dominated by a man who was so stunningly handsome. I couldn’t help but wonder what he planned to do next.

Cameron reached down and pulled my legs out in order to get my ass to scoot to the edge of the chair. He kneeled in front of me. He ran his hands up the front of my shins and caught my skirt between his fingers. He slid it up as far as it would go. It wasn’t far enough. He stood and walked over to my desk, grabbing a pair of scissors.

My mouth opened in shock. I was about to order him not to touch me with them, when he turned and immediately said, “Not a word, Victoria. One word and you know what will happen.”

I shut my mouth. I watched him cut a slit up each side of my tapered gray skirt. The slit ran from the bottom of my skirt to my hip. I watched him destroy a two-hundred-dollar article of my clothing. I could feel my blood begin to boil.

“I don’t care how mad you get. The same way you don’t care how mad you make your employees. Let’s just say I’m doing this for them. You’ve been especially cruel to the women. God forbid that they should look more attractive than you on any given day because you will find some excuse to shred them and send them to the restroom in tears. It is not a secret in this office that you favor men, especially young attractive men who are somewhat your junior and only subordinate to you on the work totem pole.
But not as human beings.
You’re wicked, Victoria. You are vindictive and passive-aggressive and sharply mean. Someone needs to teach you a lesson in being a decent human being.”

I wanted to say something. But between the fear that he would leave me there till morning and his no-nonsense eyes, I wasn’t about to open my mouth. Cameron grabbed my blouse and tore it open. The buttons on my blouse flew through the air and landed on the carpet and tile floor. I heard one roll as far as the wall and then stop. Finally, I couldn’t hold myself back from saying something.

“Just don’t leave me here exposed. That’s all I ask of you.”

When I saw him stand up and remove his dress shirt, I knew he planned to silence me. He put his shirt around my head, making sure that the thick part of it was wedged into my mouth. Then he tied a tight knot at the base of my head where it met with my neck. I was frustrated that he had me in such a compromising situation.
I was gagged!

I can honestly say that I had no idea that my male, submissive paralegal was a switch. I also had no idea that he could handle himself so well. My eyes traveled over his chiseled body and that standing thicker-than-a-big-stick cock that draped down his right leg behind his pants.

He caught my eyes. He knelt back down in front of me and unhooked my bra, releasing my C-cup, full breasts. My nipples were erect. My head flew back when his open, wet mouth covered my entire areola. I let out a loud moan. 

Cameron slid his fingers between my legs while his mouth worked on each of my nipples. His mouth moved up my neck while his fingers flicked at my swollen clit. I needed to be released. I needed more than anything for this man to make me explode. But I soon began to realize that he was toying with me. He had little intention to release my pent-up desires. I tried to talk, and when I wasn’t able to because of the gag, he pulled it down around my neck.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked breathlessly.

“Doing what?”

“Torturing me.”

“I haven’t begun to torture you.” He used his teeth to bite down on the side of my neck.

“Oh no, don’t tell me that it gets worse.”

“You’ve no idea,
boss
.” He said that word with sarcasm.

I heard him snicker at that last statement. Then I felt him stand up and lift my tied hands up and over the back of the chair, which gave me no choice but to stand up. He walked me to the front of the desk and leaned me over it.

Within seconds, I heard his zipper release and the whipping sound of the monster he had confined behind his slacks being let out of its cage. Then I heard a condom wrapper ripped open, and I could only assume that he was covering his penis. I felt a rush of juices dribble from between my legs and trickle down my inner thigh. The slightest touch would send me over the edge.

My hands were still tied behind my back with his belt. My right cheek lay on my large desk calendar. From the corner of my eye, I was able to see that one of my employees had requested the day off in four days to go to her son’s high school graduation, and I had rejected her request.

Just when I realized why Cameron was taking an aggressive stance with me, I felt the tip of his rod at the opening of my virginal anal hole. I swallowed, and before I could protest, he dropped spittle on his dick and then rammed it deep inside of me.

I felt my sphincter stretch to accommodate his large cock. I screamed while he showed no mercy. I could hear him moan while I tried to block out the odd sensation of having something large penetrate my anus over and over.

Cameron gripped onto my hips and picked up a steady rhythm. I could feel my cunt yearning to be fucked. I could feel my clitoris quivering to be touched. But, this dog of a man mounted me as if I were his bitch and began to ride my ass. He was foregoing my needs and taking care of his own.

My bare tits smashed against my desk while my body was being ravaged by a mere worker of mine. I wanted to scream and beg him to stop, but I knew if I opened my mouth, he would drastically alter his needs, and they wouldn’t be in my favor.  At any time, I could have asked him to stop and he would have. But I didn’t.

He pounded me hard and fast. His fingers weaved in my hair while he pulled my head back, squatted down a bit and thrust his enormous tree trunk in my ass at another angle. He thrust me so
hard,
I could feel my feet lift off the ground.

Just before he released his load, I heard him yell out like a howling werewolf. When he was finished, I felt his body drape over my back until he caught his breath. Then he pulled himself out of me, removed the condom and pulled up his slacks.

He untied my hands and turned me around. I knew I looked up at him with doe eyes and a wounded disposition. The only thing I could think of was my orgasm.

“Please, let me release myself.”

He shook his head.
“Release?
No, you are denied pleasure and will only experience the pain that you have inflicted on others. Let tonight be a lesson to you. I fucked you the way you fuck everyone in this office. You’re mean, cold and thoughtless. Your employees give an inch, and you want a mile. Tonight, you threatened my job if I didn’t show up to help you after hours. My plans tonight were taking an underprivileged handicapped child to a major league baseball game but you couldn’t wait until Monday for a contract that isn’t even due for ten days. How do you feel right now?”

“Sore,” was all I could
say.

“How does your ego feel?”

“Bruised,” I admitted. “Ashamed.”

“And when I pick up my stuff and leave you unfulfilled and alone, what will you do?”

I thought about that for a moment. I realized that I would, in some strange way, attempt to get his attention. “Try to change your opinion about me.”

“That’s the same way you leave the people who work for you. Feeling fucked over and not in a good way.”

I nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t tell me, tell them. I’m not your employee anymore.”

“If I let you go, then you won’t see my progress.”

“You didn’t let me go. I quit, remember?”

Cameron turned around and reached for a file he had placed on a small table near the door when he walked in. He brought the file to my desk and placed it next to me. “Here’s your research and the contract that you wanted drawn up. It’s all done, but for your signature.”