Page 21 of Quickies

Anna, who stood next to Oliver, raised her eyebrows but said nothing.

Oliver put his coffee cup on the table and walked toward me. “Of course, sir.”

“Please.” I held the door open for him, then promptly closed and locked it behind us.

I grabbed him by his neck and dragged him to my desk.

“Wha…”

“Quiet,” I hissed. “Show me your ass.”

After swiftly popping open the buttons on his pants, I tugged them down his legs. Then I bent him over and kicked his legs apart.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” I muttered when I saw what he was wearing.

The bright-red lace thong accentuated the curves of his butt cheeks, only a thin string disappearing into his crease.

“Do you like them?” he asked, grinning at me over his shoulder.

“You’ve been wearing these all day?”

He made himself at home bent over my desk, settling on his elbows and wiggling his butt at me. “I was hoping to show them to you.”

I opened a drawer and pulled out the butt plug I’d bought him.

“You look like the horny slut you are. Now, shut up.” I pushed the plug between his lips, using it as a gag. Oliver hummed around it, his eyelids heavy already.

“You’re asking for it today. Greedy fuckhole.”

I slapped his ass, aiming downward so my palm slid over both cheeks, making them jiggle. Oliver groaned around the plug and grabbed the edge of the table.

The lace looked delicate and complex. So pretty. I traced the edge with a finger. Oliver pushed his ass out, angling for another spank.

Brat.

I slapped one cheek then the other, hard, watching the skin bloom pink.

The first time I’d fucked him had been in a dark parking place behind the restaurant where I’d wined and dined the little shit until he took off his shoe and ran his foot along my calf under the table, all the way up to my groin. I dragged him to my car and fucked him silly in the back seat. On our second date, I had him sucking me off in the toilet stall at a gallery where I’d brought him for a vernissage. He gagged, and his eyes almost rolled out of his sockets when he struggled to swallow my load. On our third date, I fucked him against the door in my apartment, then over my sofa backrest, and then I tied him to my bed for round three. I spent the entire weekend playing with his hole and dick, rimming and fingering him, and bending him over every possible surface in my apartment.

But at work, we’d acted professionally. I was certain none of my employees suspected a thing. And so, I hadn’t fucked him in my office.

Yet.

We’d gotten tested, and I could finally skip the condom. I couldn’t wait to have him with nothing between us. Wouldn’t it be symbolic to do it right here where I’d touched him for the first time?

Using both hands, I painted his ass red while he grunted and breathed through his nostrils, struggling to stay quiet. Framed by the red lace, my handprints looked especially decadent.

Where was the lube, dammit? Ah. All the way back in my drawer.

Music and voices carried from the office kitchen. How many people were there? Twelve?

I tugged the string between Oliver’s ass cheeks to the side and found his hole with my lubed fingers. He loosened quickly, ready within seconds.

“Do you want everyone to know that you’re the boss’s horny little bitch?”

He whined as I shoved my dick inside him. I grabbed him by his hair, pushing his cheek into my desk. Oliver liked it rough. Sadly, I couldn’t be too harsh, or he’d look debauched when he walked out of here in a few minutes. I had to invent something else to keep my demanding boy entertained.

“You won’t come.”

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