Fifteen Minutes

Your brows are knitted in concentration when I walk into your office. You don’t even look up, not until I close the door behind me, the sounds of the office beyond the door fading.

I flip the door lock, wondering if you’ll say something but you don’t.

This is after all, an urgent visit.

Important.

Privacy at the utmost.

Your phone call half an hour earlier made it clear.

There's only one problem.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” I say as I approach your desk. “I didn’t get your message until…”

I let the words trail away. That’s now why I’m here, to make excuses. I’m here to make you feel better, distract you from that meeting that’s about to happen in fifteen minutes.

One minute… gone.

You don’t say anything as I stop in front of your desk and unbutton my coat. By the time my fingers reach the last of the buttons of my coat, you can see what I’m wearing underneath... or not wearing, for that matter.

I slide the coat open for you. I let it drop to the floor.

Your nostrils flare. Your eyes dim with desire, your gaze moving down my body.

“Is there anything I can do to help you, Sir? Anything at all?” I'm teasing, of course, for I know why I'm here.

I shrug the coat off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

You loosen your belt, the sound of the metal buckle making my heart race. I take in a ragged breath.

Still seated in your leather chair, you unbutton your trousers. You lower the zipper.

I bite my lower lip as you lean back and push the chair away from your desk, giving me room.

You don’t have to say anything. Your eyes tell me what you want. Your command of my body and my will contained in your hungry gaze.

“My pleasure.”

You arch an eyebrow questioningly.

“Sir,” I add as I walk toward you and get down on my knees in front of you.

Already, your erection is evident, your beautiful length thickening, pulsing to attention.

I reach my hands toward its thickness.

“No hands,” you growl and I pull my hands back.

“Yes, Sir.”

Two minutes gone.

You widen your knees, giving me room as I dip my face forward, wanting nothing more but to come closer. Your cock is now completely erect.

How I want to wrap my hands around its girth. How I yearn to squeeze it, ache to stroke it.

But first… my tongue.

I start at the base, flattening my tongue along the sensnitive area of skin just above your balls, moving from base to tip, wetting it with my spit.

“Look at me,” you murmur and I do as I’m told.

Your words, my command.

Your wish, my desire.

Your pleasure, my craving.

Without my hands gripping your length, your cock bobs in front of me, but only for a moment... until I wrap my lips around its glorious head.

Capturing it.

Sucking it.

You lick your lips, your gaze locked with mine.

I want to tell you how much I love sucking your cock, worshipping it… but you already know that.

All I can do now is demonstrate my craving to taste you, lick you, suck you and feel you harden even more inside my mouth, pulsing against my tongue.

You lean your head back against the backrest and moan.

Five minutes… gone.

I bob my head up and down, slowing down to take you in as deep as I can until the tip of your cock hits the back of my throat. I feel your hands on the back of my head, an unspoken command to stay in place.

When you remove your hands, I slide your cock out of my mouth. I need to catch my breath.

But you… you have other ideas.

“Get up and turn around,” you groan. “Bend forward over the desk. I need to fuck you.”

And I need you to fuck me, sir, I want to tell you but I don’t.

All I need to do is follow your bidding.

For I am your respite from your busy demanding day, from obligations… from the rest of the world.

For right now, I am your toy.

I am your slut.

And I am aching for you to fill me, grip my hips with your strong hands, your fingers digging into my skin, owning me, branding me with your power, your command of my body and my will.

I am so wet for you, Sir. So so wet.

I crave you.

I ache for you.

I grip the edge of your desk, widen my stance. I need some stability against the coming onslaught of your strength, your power over me.

I feel your heat against the my pussy lips, your cock poised to slide inside me, ready to claim what is yours.

I gasp as you push your cock inside me.

I’m so wet, all it takes is one delicious stroke to seat yourself fully inside me, filling me.

And you do.

Eight minutes… gone.

You pound into my pussy like a man possessed.

It drives me mad with desire.

When I lose my grip of your desk, I dip forward, my breasts pressing against the keyboard and your laptop comes to life.

For a moment, I panic. What if your camera is on? What if the boardroom is already filled with expectant associates, wondering what they’re seeing on the screen?

But I have nothing to worry about for I need a password to get the laptop to continue to the next screen, a password only you have.

You let go of my hips and you grip my elbows, forcing me to arch my back.

Your thrusting hips pin me against the desk as your hold of my elbows locks my body in place, giving you the angle you need to send my mind into a place only you have the keys to.

My mind goes blank.

My body takes over.

The feel of you, the power of you.

The sounds of our bodies filling the room, our groans occupying space.

You feel so good. So so good.

“Who owns you?” You ask, your voice bringing me back to you and your power.

“You, Sir.”

Your grip on my elbows tighten and I lift one leg over your desk for balance, allowing you to plunge deeper inside my cunt.

Goosebumps rise from my skin.

“Who fills your ache?” You ask.

I can barely think. I can barely breathe, sensations mounting with each passing second.

“You, Sir. Oh god, you… you sir!”

“Are you ready to come, my pet?” You ask as my mind goes blank again, your cock hitting me in places that makes my knees go weak.

“Yes, sir,” I whimper. “I need to come.”

“Beg for it,” you growl.

And I do. Oh, I do… even as you pound my pussy with your thick cock, reminding me that you are my sir, the master of my body, my King.

As I beg for release, I feel your cock thicken inside me, heavy with your coming release. I want you to fill me, Sir. I want you to brand me from the inside out, bare me, enslave me to the pleasures only you can grant me.

I want you to own me - my heart, my body, my soul.

But for now, my pussy.

For you do.

You always have.

You release my elbows and lean over me, your mouth by my ear. “Then come for me, baby,” you growl. “Come for me and only me.”

I shudder against you, pinned between your desk and your body, my pussy filled with your thick glorious cock.

“Oh yes, oh yes, sir! Oh yes!”

You straighten and grip my shoulders now, pummeling your cock against my pulsing cunt.

So deep. Oh, so deep.

The orgasm that hits me overtakes every rational thought. I see only white light flashing from behind my eyelids, blinding me, my senses spiraling down to the only things that matter at this moment.

You. Me.

My orgasm. And yours.

Words emerge from my lips but I no longer know what I’m saying. All I’ve become is the one thing that I want to be at this moment.

Yours.

All yours.

You groan as your release comes and I feel your cock pulsing inside me, emptying deep inside me.

Filling me.

Claiming me.

Branding me.

Except for the ticking of the clock somewhere in the room, I hear only our breaths. Filling space. Claiming time.

Thirteen minutes… gone.

The buzz of your phone on the desk brings me back to the present.

It brings you back, too.

“Shit,” you breathe against my shoulder, your beard scratching my skin.

“Your meeting…” I whisper as you slide your cock out of me and the sudden emptiness in my pussy is jarring.

How I hate the emptiness. How I hate the waiting.

You take a deep breath. “Yeah…” you sigh. “My meeting.”

I lower my knee that’s still on the edge of your desk off the file folders I’ve managed to dislodge from its pile.

“Fuck,” you breathe as you step back. “My cum is sliding out of your pussy.”

I reach for the box of tissues on your desk.

“No,” you say as you tuck yourself back into your trousers. “My mark stays.”

I straighten, feeling your cum slide down the inside of my thigh. “Yes, sir.”

Do you know how much I love wearing your mark? How I love being branded… by you?

You pull up your zipper, button your trousers, and buckle your belt.

“Is that all, sir?” I ask as I walk toward the spot where I left my coat and I pick it up.

You stand behind me and help me put it on.

“Yes, baby. For now.”

You reach around me and button my coat.

“Thank you, Sir," I whisper. "Thank you for needing me today.”

“You’re welcome,” you murmur, your breath warm against my ear. “And thank you for needing me to fill your ache.”

Fifteen minutes… gone.

My visit is over.

But not the need. Not the ache.

Never the ache… for you.

Filled only by you.

You stand behind your desk. You collect yourself, clear your throat, and adjust your tie.

You press a button on your laptop and the voices of your associates fills the room from the speakers.

“Until next time,” I mouth the words to you as I look back from the door, my hand flicking the lock.

“Until tonight,” you say just before pressing the Unmute button on your laptop and sit down.

I open the door and smile.

“Yes, my love… until tonight.”