The Promotion

I’m hanging up the phone when his unique scent surrounds me, caressing my libido and sending tremors of desire to my core. I close my eyes as I breathe him in.

“Are you finished your calls, Jane?” His smooth, yet rough voice reverberates behind me, making my breath catch in my throat. Clearing it away, I squeak in reply, “Yes. Mr. Massey.”

“Good. Everything else can wait. Send the calls to voicemail and meet me in the conference room.” The moment he steps away, the air temperature drops, and I suppress a shiver.

Grabbing a pad of paper and my favorite pen, I make my way down the hall. Mr. Massey sits at the head of the table, regal and proud. One hand is spread on the oak top, next to an open folder. The other holds his chin; pointer finger sliding tantilizingly over his bottom lip. My eyes follow the slight movement, and I shift as my panties dampen.

“Don’t stare Jane. It’s not polite.” He raises his head and looks at me directly, then stands to pull out the chair beside his. “Come, have a seat. I apologize, I forgot to do your three-month review, so we’ll get it out of the way now.” His smile lights up the room, and my knees go weak.

“Does that mean you’re keeping me, Mr. Massey?” I ask playfully, making the innuendo blatantly clear.

He looks me in the eye, “I do hope to,” comes his gruff reply. If he had finished with a sexy smirk, I probably would have jumped him.

I sit as ladylike as possible, there being a river threatening to overflow beneath my skirt. I’m worried I’ll make a squishing sound when my backside connects with the seat. But thankfully, nothing as dramatic as that happens.

Mr. Massey pulls sheets of paper out of a pile and lines them up, the tips of his fingers skimming over each as he speed reads. I wonder how they’d feel skimming over my skin, my throat, the curve of my breasts, down my belly to…

“Hello, earth to Jane.” The sharp tone of his voice pulls me out of my revelry.

“Sorry, Mr. Massey. What were you saying?” I ask, shaking my head.

“I said that you’ve been a brilliant assistant. You’re quite good at your job. But I’ve had a new position open up and I was wondering if you’d be interested.”

“A new position? Well, I’ve only just started this one.” I explain, somewhat confused.

“I know. The new position will pay more. It has other benefits too. Think of it as a promotion.”

“I don’t know. I enjoy coming here every day. Besides, if I go elsewhere, I wouldn’t be able to see….” I stop, realizing I’ve almost given myself away.

He lets the moment drag on before he continues for me.

“Me? That’s what you were going to say, isn’t it?”

I shake my head, attempting to deny that I’m attracted to him, that I masturbate at least once a day to visions of his mouth on me. But he simply holds up his hand, halting me. I look down to hide my chagrin.

“I see how you watch me, Jane and know you were likely caught in fantasy just now. Your breath hitches each time I enter the room. You ogle my ass as I walk by, and I know you’ve masturbated at least once, this week, in the company washroom. I can smell your arousal now.”

I don’t bother trying to deny it, but I refuse to look at him, either. My chin tucks in further before I reply.

“Yes, Mr. Massey. You’re right. About all of it.”

I glimpse at him, prepared for condemnation, but am relieved to find him smiling. He’s breathtaking, and I can’t help but grin back.

“Well, Jane, I’m attracted to you too, even if I do a better job of hiding it. Now that you’ve passed the probationary period, I think you’d be perfect for this promotion. It’s still an assistant role, of a sort, but more… personal. You won’t be in the office, as often, but you will do tasks for me. Some are considered… unorthodox.”

He gives me a pointed look, like he’s trying to help me grasp what he’s saying. My thoughts circle and suddenly it’s as bright as the dawn of day. He wants to pay me for sex, and god knows what else.

My eyes grow into saucers, my mouth puckering like I’ve been sucking a lemon. But then I think about it, and it may not be so bad. It may even be amazing. But he’s willing to hire me for a job he isn’t sure I’ll be good at? That’s not a very smart business move, and very unlike him.

“Let me get this straight?” I say, looking at him, then away when my face flames. “You want me to work, as your… what? Personal ass,” I air quote the word, “istant? And you want to hire me on the spot? Without knowing if we’ll even work,” I air quote that word too. “Well, together? Just like that?”

“No, I don’t. I do want us to work together, as you’ve so eloquently said, but the job is more than that. As for knowing whether we work well together,” his arm comes out to indicate the general area of the conference room, “this is our opportunity to find out.”

“Here? Now?” I ask incredulously.

“Yes. It’ll show me whether you can follow directions, and how well you handle pressure.” He states stoically.

“What does fucking, in the conference room, in the middle of a workday, have to do with that?”

“Everything. Now strip.” He replies, deadpan.

And I don’t even think about it. My hands just start unfastening buttons and zippers until I’m standing in nothing but my low heels. I wish I could say I was shy at that moment, but I was not. I stood proud and confidently nude, fully enjoying living out one of my many fantasies. It being with him only made it that much better. So much so that juices were weeping from my cunt and slowly trailing down my leg.

“Hmmm. So far, so good, Jane. Any limits I need to know?”

The question startles me, but somehow calms me, too.

“No sharps or bodily fluids beside semen.”

His eyes follow the wet trail down my leg.

I blush before I amend, “And obviously pussy juice is okay too.”

He chuckles, dark and low. “I can stay within those parameters. Condoms?”

“I’m clean, protected and would prefer not.”

“Safeword?”

“Red, yellow, green.” And because it seems so natural, I finish with “Sir.”

His smile at hearing the honorific warms me from the inside out.

“Hop up on the table and lay back.”

I do so without hesitation.

“Close your eyes.”

This takes me a beat longer, but I follow this direction too.

“Now, spread your legs for me. Let me look at you.”

It’s the world’s longest leg spread, but I get there. And I wait. And for the longest time, nothing happens. I only hear my breath and the thundering of my heart in the dark. Then, the shuffling of his feet over carpet before his hands settle on my bent knees.

“I don’t need to tell you the seriousness of staying quiet during your interview. Your colleagues might hear. Can you stay quiet, Jane?”

“Yes.” I hiss out as his hands migrate towards my center. He pinches my thigh, and I bite my lip to stifle my cry.

“Good girl.” I can hear the smile in his voice, and my pussy clenches.

“Hands above your head, hold the table. Don’t move them.”

I do as I’m bid and the instant I’m in place, he grasps my thighs, squeezing tight before burying his face between them. The first lap of his tongue has me clenching my teeth. The second and I’m pressing my cunt into his mouth in offering.

He laps at me until I’m a whimpering mess, albeit a silent one. Tears are leaking from my eyes, pooling on the table on either side of my head. My hands ache from holding the edge, and my jaw throbs from my firm grip on my voice. Thighs trembling, I’m nearing orgasmic oblivion, when suddenly he stops. I swallow my groan.

“Open your eyes.” I do. “Being silent isn’t a problem during cunninglingus, but what about intercourse? Can you stay quiet while I fuck you senseless?”

He unzips his fly and lets his pants fall as his hard cock topples into his hand. I’m unsure what surprises me more, the size of his erection or the fact he goes commando.

“That will not fit.” I whisper, trepidation lacing my words.

“Oh, it will. You’ll see. But you’re great for my ego.” His smile is equal parts charm and predator.

“Roll over, feet on the floor, but keep your hands on the opposite ledge.”

I do so in record time, but before I’ve gotten my hands back in position, the head of his cock is knocking at my entrance.

“Ready?”

I can only nod in reply.

Pushing into me, slowly at first but faster as I take more of him, he stretches me wonderfully, almost painfully, and I press back until he’s fully seated. He gives me a moment to adjust, then grasps my hips and whispers menacingly in my ear, “Hang on tight.

That’s all the warning I get before he’s plunging into me at an unprecedented pace. A rhythm of hips slapping ass echoes throughout the small room as he fills me beyond my most vivid imaginings. I bite my tongue until I taste metal, but hold in my blissful cries.

“Touch your cunt, Jane. Keep that pussy wet for me.”

I slide my hand between the table and my sensitive nub, circling it with two fingers at a pace matching his. Within seconds the orgasm he denied me is there and I ask quietly, “May I come?” And then quickly add, “Sir?”

His hand comes down with a smack on my ass, again on the other cheek, and I push onto my tiptoes, accepting more of him. He reaches places no man has ever been, and I hiss in my attempt to restrain my pent-up moans.

“Yes, Jane. Come on my cock!”

He slams into me once, then again, and I fall apart around him, my hips thrusting back onto his rigid member, giving as good as I get. Until not able to handle anymore, I slump on the table. He rides me unhurriedly as I come down, then pulls out abruptly.

“On your knees Jane, open your mouth.”

 I slide to the floor, grateful for the chance to catch my breath before his cock slides to the back of my throat.

“I’m going to come in your pretty mouth. You are going to swallow it all, yes?”

I nod around his girth.

Grasping me on either side of my head, he pulls out, then pushes back in. On the fifth pump, he stills, emitting a primal roar as the first spurt of semen coats my tongue. Opening my throat, I take it all, then lick the remnants away from his softening shaft as he runs his hand soothingly over my head. I all but melt beneath him before he pulls away, directing me to get dressed while he does the same.

Both seated in our chairs, I ask, “I thought you said we had to be quiet, Sir?”

“No, I said you had to be quiet. The room is soundproofed.”

“Oh. Did I pass my interview?” I ask, momentarily self-conscious.

“The promotion is yours if you want it, Jane. But I need to ask if you’ve ever been a submissive before?”

“Will we do what we just did often, Sir?”

“Yes, and more. Likely daily.”

“Where do I sign?” I ask with a smile.

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