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Darian smiles. “Thank you, Donna. It’s nice to meet you as well.”

“How do you know Mr. Knight?” Donna can’t help herself.

“We’re, um…”

“Enough with the questions, Donna. Darian is my friend. That’s all you need to know. Why don’t you leave and go to lunch early. I clearly won’t be leaving the office for lunch today, so you can head out now. Please ask one of the associates to man the phone while you’re gone.”

“Very well. It’s lovely to meet you, Darian.” Donna throws her purse strap over her shoulder, looking happy as can be.

“You as well, Donna.”

Donna grabs her jacket and heads out the door. I show Darian toward my office. As we’re walking, I ask, “Are you meeting with a client or something? You look beautiful.”

She has a bit of a devious smile. “There’s someone who has misbehaved and they need to be punished.”

As we’re walking through my office door, I respond, “Who?”

She closes the door behind us, locks it, and whispers, “Me,” as she rips off her coat revealing herself in nothing but a red bustier and red lace underwear. Holy shit. I’ve never seen anything so hot in my entire life.

Her perfect legs look a mile long in those stilettos. Her tits are practically spilling out of the top of her bustier. Her waist is tiny. She’s perfection personified.

She throws her jacket on a chair and launches herself at me. She flings her arms around my neck and kisses me. I immediately lift her legs and wrap them around my waist, as her tongue licks the seam of my lips, begging entry into my mouth. I open for her.

We’re kissing long and hard. I fall back into my desk chair with her still on top of me, grinding into my now painfully hard dick.

She moves off my lips, and kisses and bites down my neck. She whispers, “Mr. Knight, I’ve been a very naughty secretary. You need to punish me.”

I deepen my voice. “What kind of punishment do you want?”

“Well, sir, I guess you get to decide. You’re the boss.” My dick gets harder, if possible.

I respond in an even deeper, more authoritative voice. “Well, I don’t have a lot of time. It will have to be hard and fast.”

“That’s just how I like it, sir. I have to get back to your front desk after all.” She bats her eyelashes.

In my regular voice, I break character and ask, “Any rules?”

She bites my lower lip, not too hard, but not that soft. She pulls my lip out as far as it will go before she lets go and it snaps back into place. She whispers into my mouth, “No rules. Whatever you want. Do your worst, sir.”

I completely snap. I stand up still holding her. I sweep my arm across my desk knocking everything off of it.

I pull her off me and lay her down on the desk, on her back. I pull her bustier down, exposing her perfect tits. I grab them while pinching and sucking her nipples hard. She arches her back beneath me. She wraps her legs around me, begging for some relief. I bite her nipple and tell her, “That pussy will get attention when I’m good and ready. Do you understand me?”

She smiles at my willingness to play the game. She unwraps her legs and says, “Yes, sir.”

I spend a few more minutes biting and sucking her nipples. They’re red and hard now. I lift up and slowly rub my finger down the middle of her body and over the outside of her underwear by her pussy. “Do you want me here?” I rub her.

She moans and nods her head. “Yes, sir.”

I continue to move my finger along the seam of her underwear until I reach the area of her back entrance. “What about here?” I look at her in challenge.

She lifts her eyebrow, challenging me right back. “If that’s what you want, sir. I’m yours to punish as you please.” I almost blow my load from that answer.

I flip her over so her chest is pressed against the desk. She’s bent over my desk with her feet on the ground in front of me.

I rip her underwear off and run my finger through her pussy. Drenched, per normal.

I need to taste it. I get down on my knees and slowly lick her from the front all the way around to the back, giving her back entrance a few extra licks. She moans out in pleasure.

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