Debauchery

I’d gotten used to working late at the firm, although I will never get used to the copious amounts of coffee I need to function the following morning. I glance over to the clock on the other side of the room, 11.43pm it reads. Everyone else had left at 6.30pm at the latest, which left me, my thoughts and a tonne of cases looking lonely in the corner of my office. An almost 20 year old paralegal has her own office whilst most people who have been there longer don’t? Yes, you did hear that right, my office. I have spent the past year and a half working my way up through the firm to be able to have my own space to work on cases that require extra attention to detail. The hustle and bustle that surrounded me in the shared cubicles had never been something I’d liked. So I worked my way up. Taking on pro bono cases, doing coffee runs unprompted for the senior lawyers which seemed to please them and assisting them with some of their caseload too at times. I was what people called a suck up, a leech even, but I knew that. I knew if I wanted to get into the game, I had to play the game. Playing the game also meant working alongside my boss which I never minded doing. My associates minded though.

There was a bottle of wine from a client of the firm sitting in the corner. Tonight seemed like the perfect night to crack it open. I began to decant the wine into the glass before taking a taste. A sweet yet tangy wine, an interesting combination for the night ahead. I picked up a file and continued to work. Black and gold embossed letters were sprawled across the floor with the company logo on it, “Crimson Law” it read. I had decided to revisit a case that had been troubling me for a number of months now. The defendant was insanely sadistic and the crime was absolutely heinous. Some of the evidence was damning, however there was more speculative information too, all we had to do is convince the jury he was guilty. I decided it was easier to write my closing argument and focus on making sure it really made a strong point before I did anything else.

I hear a creak of a door, I whip my head around the room to see a familiar face appear. Mr Jennings, my boss, was standing there with a whiskey in hand leaning against the door frame.

“I thought you might need a helping hand with these cases.” he says whilst gesturing to the unfinished pile.

I smile kindly and look up from my paperwork, “Whilst I appreciate the offer I’m okay. I’ll get through it.”

“ That wasn’t a question, I’m helping” he states whilst walking over to my desk.

“What are you doing here anyways? Go home to Pippa. Afterall, a dog is a man's best friend as you say. Seriously, I'm fine.”

“If you call fine drinking 6 cups of coffee in less than the first 2 hours you're here every morning to try and stay awake?”

Fuck… he knew I’d been sneaking into the office to be able to catch up. I stood there flushed and embarrassed.

“Look I know I’ve been behind lately so please just let me do it.” I reluctantly state as I walk over to the window and let my fingers dance over the rim of the wine glass. I let out a big sigh as I continued to look out of the window, my eyes catching the street lights flickering in the night sky. I feel a warm presence behind me lingering. My shoulders twitch in anxiousness as I wait for a reply. There was silence and then a rush of warmth as he placed his hands on my shoulders, trying to ease my anxious state.

He started to rub my shoulders which then turned into him massaging rather than rubbing them, “Please stop being so stubborn. Let me help. I’m your boss, and I wouldn’t be a very good one if I didn’t stop one of my top paralegals from overworking would I now?”

There was another moment of silence. My eyes closed, actually relaxing. I was enjoying his hands touching me like this, massaging the pain away.

“Anyone there?” he giggled

“Sorry, yes I’m just really enjoying that.”

“Anywhere else that hurts?” he whispered into my ear.

“My hips and lower back”

His large hands made their way slowly to the small of my back and started to caress before he massaged. He stopped for a second, pulling at my black blazer so he could have easier access. I obliged and pulled the blazer off. He ran both of his hands over my shoulders, then to the middle of my back and then to my hips and lower back where he began to massage. His touch was so tender and intimate.

“You really need to relax, stressing isn’t going to help how you feel you know?”

I turn my body to face him, “Do you maybe think I’ve tried relaxing?” I say sarcastically whilst rolling my eyes before trying to turn away. He firmly grabs my chin so he can continue the conversation.

“Don’t be smart with me.” he said, giving me an amatory glace.

“What are you going to do? Punish me Sir” I mock.

“I will but first… I’ll tease you” he says in between lustful kisses across my collarbone and nape of my neck, “My god you're insatiable.”

I shiver under his touch; he makes me feel incredible. His kissing continues until he finds my lips and attends to them. Kissing and biting my supple lips, making them rosy red. His hand fists my hair, the other on the small of my back pulling me in closer to him. My hands slide down his suit, from his chest all the way to his belt. I start unbuckling.

“Eager are we Miss Meadows?” he teases.

“Maybe Mr Jennings…” I reply, biting my lip.

He lets his trousers fall to his ankles as I focus on his pleasure. I started to stroke his bulge over his underwear, teasing him just like he teased me. I pulled down his underwear to free his cock. I placed my hands around the base and started pumping before I decided to take him in my mouth. Swirling my tongue around his head, my head bobbing up and down as I continued to fulfill his needs and desires. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up towards him. His hands grabbed my waist to turn me around and bend me over across the desk, my stationary flying onto the floor.

“Now who's eager?” I snigger.

“You're going exactly the right way for a rather painful punishment Miss Meadows” he cackles. A moment of silence lingers in the room. I’m met with a loud crack and a stinging pain across my ass, I look behind me to see him holding his belt that was once around his waist.

“Pull up your skirt” he once again demands.

I follow his order, exposing my bare ass before him. I glance back at him.

“Did I say look at me?”

“No Sir”

“Then put your hands on the desk, bend over and face the wall”

He spanks me a few more times with his belt, each one harder than the last. My knees buckling, trying to keep myself up but looking like a baby deer instead. He stood back and admired the red, raised marks that now adorned my ass. He came closer to me, grabbed my hair and whispered in my ear, “you’re my little fuck toy tonight and every other night going forward. You will submit to my every word. Got that slut?”

“Yes Sir” I reply. With that he pushes his cock into my tight wet pussy. I instantly roll my eyes back and moan. He put the belt around my throat, pulling it tighter. I unbutton my shirt to free my pierced tits, now bouncing with every thrust.

“Is this what you wanted? Did my dirty little slut want to be fucked like this by her boss? A night of debauchery?”

“Yes Sir. I did. I’m yours to use as you wish. Your fuck toy” I moan loudly, thank god there was was no one left in the office. The harder he thrusted, the louder I moaned. I never wanted this to end. His skin on mine was pure ecstasy, a high I’ve never had. I was inebriated just by him. His authority, his disposition, his body and his touch. He did this to me and made me like this.

“I’m so close” I cry out

“Cum for me, that’s it. Let go for me.” he groaned

My whole body shook in pleasure, my aching pussy tightening around his cock. Seconds later he came undone too as his loud moans bounced around the glass walls.