The Promotion

I've been waiting all day for my boss to be free. He was scheduled with back to back to back meetings, but it was 5PM and everyone has either left or is about to. He almost always stays until at least 5:30, though, and I want a chance to talk to him about the promotion I'm up for. I know I'm the most qualified candidate, the most hard working and the most experienced, but I've been passed over by the last person who managed our team three times because I refused to kiss her ass the way everyone else did. It didn't help that I wasn't a young, hot, well endowed man that would literally kiss her ass either. I swear I heard moans and the sound of balls slapping against skin just before the last man she advanced came out of her office with a crooked tie and a stupid ass grin on his face. Thank fucking god she left a few months ago to go work for a start-up that I hear fell apart right after she got there. I hope I never see her catty, over made-up face again.

This guy, though, he was different. Cute, with a quirky smile and a body hiding under his suit that I'm sure I want to get my hands on. I've gone a little too deep down the fantasy rabbit hole enough times that I can't look at him without getting flushed. Enough that I've gotten wet just from looking at him more than a few times.

Stop that, I tell myself as I stand up and walk to his open door. Be smart. Ask for what you know you deserve and don't think about his cock in your... places. I knock on the frame and say "Noah, do you have a minute?"

He's sitting at his desk, a distant look in those expressive eyes of his. I love watching him during meetings, the way he grins, the way he roles his eyes when our marketing guy says something stupid. He doesn't even try to hide it. He shakes his head and looks over at me. With a tired voice he says, "Of course, Ella. What can I help you with?"

I square my shoulders and step inside, pulling the door closed behind me. I'm not sure why. What I have to say isn't anything I'm worried about anyone overhearing, and even if I was there's no one around to hear it. I take a deep breath and start, "It's about the promotion, sir. The one I've put in for. I was wondering if you'd made a decision yet?"

"Oh... yes, the promotion." He strokes his beard as he says it. It's a little diabolical, but in a sexy way. "I thought a lot about it-"

"Please! Don't say you're giving it to someone else!" I realize as soon as the words leave my mouth how desperate I sound, but I can't seem to stop them from falling from my lips. "I've worked so hard, I need this."

His eyes widen. He's silent for a few seconds as they slide up and down my body in a way I haven't seen from him before. I know I look especially good today. I'm wearing a top that's cut just shy of inappropriate, with a square neck that shows exactly the right amount of cleavage to be sexy without overdoing it. I have nice tits, and I like people to know it. My skirt falls just above my knees, but it hugs my curvy ass perfectly. I thought I caught him looking at it once, but it was so quick that I couldn't be sure. The way he's ogling me now tells me he may have been looking more than the once. After a deep breath, he says, "I'm not saying that. You have worked hard. Other people have too, though."

It's not exacly what I want to hear, but it's an opening. An opening that feels a lot like an invitation, but I'm not sure if its about the promotion or something more. I decide to find out, taking a step closer to where he's sitting to say, "Please, sir, I need this raise. I'll do anything you need me to. Stay late. Take care of things no one else can do for you. Anything."

The look he gives me is shamelessly hungry. Predatory. Like I'm a hare and he's a wolf out for blood. He says softly, "So you're... desperate?"

I lick my lips. I've thought about where this is going, and not in the context of asking for a promotion. I want whatever he's got planned. If it gets me the raise and the new responsibilities and title, that's great, but it's suddenly less important than playing out whatever game Noah has in mind. My voice is raspier than I expect when I say, "Yes sir."

"Good." It's like a switch flips. His whole body snaps from slumped to full attention with those two words. He points to the space between his desk and the chair he's sitting in and says, "Get over here. Take off your top. Pinch your nipples hard enough to hurt."

I stand there for a second, shocked at how direct he is. He snaps, "Come on. I want to see you take my orders. Get your ass over here and shove those tits that you barely keep hidden in my face."

Before I can think too hard about what's going on I dart over. My fingers work the buttons of my bouse clumsily, but I manage to get the thing off without getting tangled. My bra is a demi-cut, showing a good amount of my breasts already, but I pop the front clasp and let them spill free. My nipples barely need help to stand up for him, but I pinch them hard anyway and shove my breasts in his face, rubbing them against his scruff. The scratch feels so fucking good.

He doesn't let me play by myself, though. One hand takes over pinching while he sucks hard on the other, then gives it a sharp bite. It hurts so fucking good.

"Are you enjoying this, Ella?"

"Yes!" I admit as he twists hard. I can feel my cunt starting to drip. I mewl out, "Please sir, it feels so good!"

"Mmmm..." he says against my breast. "I was hoping you were a woman who liked pain with her pleasure."

"I like you hurting me, sir," I say shyly, feeling like I'm sharing a guilty secret with him. I guess it is, at least where my job is concerned. Nobody here knows how much I love the way a sting coils with the pulsing of my clit. I lift up my skirt and guide his hand to my panties. "I'm so wet for you."

"Oh my," he says, stroking over the wet fabric. "You are a naughty girl."

I nod, even though I haven't done anything this naughty in a long time. Letting my boss touch me for a promotion. Giving my boss whatever he wants for a promotion. I'm such a slut and fuck does it feel good. I say softly, "Only you know. I want to be naughty for you."

He stands up, pushing me back. It's rough, but controlled, like he doesn't want anything to hurt me but his hands. He demands, "Unzip my pants and pull them down so that my cock is free."

I love how he's ordering me around. I want to do whatever he says. I'm down on my knees in a flash, fumbling at the button of his pants, dragging down the zipper and then pulling them off him. I ask coyly, "Do you want me to put you in my mouth, sir?"

"No, Ella" He grabs me by the chin and pushes me back to sit on my heels. "I want your hands behind your back. Mouth open. Tongue out."

"Yes sir!" I obey quickly, grabbing one wrist with the opposite hand and sticking my tongue out as far as it will go.

As he rubs his cock over my tongue, he murmurs, "I though you were just a desperate woman who'd let her boss fuck her for a better job."

What he says stings. I know it shouldn't. I am desperate. I am letting him take what he wants from me. Maybe not actually for the promotion anymore, but if anybody finds out they won't see me submitting because it makes me feel good. They'll see a dirty whore that's willing to do anything to get ahead. I start to wish I could rewind the last five minutes, but he pulls me back to the present before I can get too deep into regret.

"I see now, though" he adds, his eyes turning soft like he knows what I'm thinking. He grips me by the hair, controlling me that way. I take his cock an inch at a time until he's all the way down my throat. "You're a submissive girl that wants to please me. You want me to have my fun with you. Use you, right?"

I nod. A bright burst of happiness fills my chest, pushing away the doubt for the time being. I want to be his slut. I want to be the one that gives him what he needs. He watches me as he adjusts his cock. I choke a little. I'm not used to having someone this deep, but I relax and let him do what he wants. He's going to fuck my face and I'm going to take him. My clit is tingling, my cunt so fucking wet.

"Good girl", he says as he strokes my face tenderly. It's such a contrast to the rough treatment I know is coming. "Now, If you need me to stop for any reason, tap my thigh twice. Got it?"

I blink and give another nod, as much of one as I can with him controlling me and his cock shoved down my throat. My pussy clenches like it's inside me there instead of my mouth. I squirm, trying to get friction on my clit, but before I can really get going he's slamming his cock in my mouth.

He sets a steady pace, long, even strokes that let me open up around him. I mewl, and he smiles in approval. "My little slut. You take my cock so good with that pouty little mouth of yours."

He starts to go fast enough that I'm having trouble keeping up. I haven't had someone use me like this in so long. "Swallow when I'm at the back of your throat baby. You can take me."

His cock bucks against my mouth, again and again and again until I'm nearly dizzy. Eventually he slows until he's not moving at all, but his cock is still resting on my tongue. With the same firm sweetness he says, "Now darling, I want you to stick out your tongue and try to lick my balls from this position."

Try is definitely the operative word. I can tell already that the angle is all wrong. When I hesitate he says, "If you can't do it I'm going to spank that ass that's been taunting me since the first time you walked out of my office."

Fuck. I know I can't do it, but do I even want to try? The thought of the sharp pain of his hand connecting to my cheeks has my panties so wet that I might as well take them off. He's looking down at me with expectation. I stick my tongue out and slide it down the underside of his shaft. I'm close, teasingly so. I want to lick them. I want to taste the sweat and heat. It's impossible though. Both of us know it. He wants me to fail just as much as I want to. I huff in frustration.

There's no disappointment in his eyes as he grips me by the hair and drags me to standing. "Get naked and lean on my desk, naughty little slut. If you can't obey me you're going to get punished."

"Yes sir!" I say breathlessly. My skirt and panties hit the floor in an instant and I whirl. There are a few papers and his laptop is off to the side, but nothing that will keep me from stretching across to grip the opposite end. My ass juts out as I bend over.

He leans down so his breath tickles my ear as he says, "If you need me to stop, say 'mercy'. Say it back to me so I know you understand."

Fuck. A safe word. This isn't... he's really making it not about the promotion anymore. Maybe it never was. I'd be lying if I said I haven't fantasized about about him bending me over and spanking me until my ass is red and my pussy is aching for him. With a safe word he's telling me I can stop this, that I'm in control. He did it with his cock in my mouth too, he told me I could decide if we kept going. If I wasn't so in the moment my brain would be swimming in cognitive dissonnace. I push it all aside and reply, "Mercy. If I want to stop, I say mercy."

"Good girl," He says and steps back.

I wait. It's only a few seconds, but it seems far longer. I'm about to look back when it comes.

SMACK! The impact jolts through me, a sharp sting that goes right to my clit. I groan, in pain, in pleasure, I'm not sure which. His hand connected so hard I'm sure there's going to be a bruise. Tears well at the corners of my eyes. I plead, "I'm sorry sir! I want to be good for you!" Maybe. I don't know. I want him to spank me again. Another hard slap hits my other cheek, balancing the torture.

Another few seconds pass as I catch my breath. He rubs my stinging ass gently, soothing me like a child. "From now on, when I spank you, you're going to count them for me. If you forget, we start again. Do you understand, Ella?"

From now on. He plans on spanking me again."Y-yes. Yes, sir."

"Good girl." I feel him move away, hear the chair creak. Both of us are breathing heavier now. His voice is deeper, huskier, when he says, "Get over here on your knees, in front of me, Ella. "

I peel myself off the desk and get to my hands and knees so I can crawl to him, settling back into the position he put me in at first. "Like this, sir?"

"Good girl," he says softly as he runs a gentle finger down my cheek. I close my eyes and melt into it, into his praise. He tucks a few stray hairs behind my ears before adding sharply, "Now lick my balls."

I shift forward, feeling a little awkward with my hands behind my back, but I manage to get up between his legs and start to lick the way I wanted to before he spanked me. It's better now, anyway, with the sting still radiating out over my cheeks.

"Such a good girl," he growls as I lick and suck, learning what makes him moan. "So good at taking me in your mouth."

My clit is throbbing, begging to be touched. I squirm, desperately trying to get the friction right. His head falls back, his eyes fall closed. I think I could reach around and touch myself without him noticing. I'm about to, but he looks back down at me and says, "You're doing such a good job showing me how much you deserve that promotion. Suck my cock like a good little slut so I can be sure."

I smile up at him and nod. I could care less about the promotion, but I want to please him. I take him back into my mouth, sinking all the way. He tilts his head back again, thrusting out his hips. I bob up and down, drawing out a moan. My pussy still aches, even more than before, so while he's not looking, I slip a hand around and circle my clit gently.

"Mmmmmm... yes," he groans, sounding lost in the feel of my mouth taking him deep. I dip a finger into my cunt. It feels so good I moan around his cock.

Suddenly his hands are on my tits. "I don't recall telling you to play with your pussy, darling." He pinches my nipples hard and I yelp from the pain, stopping my licking and sucking for a moment.

He grips my hair and pushes me down, forcing me to take him all the way to my throat. "Keep sucking my cock, slut! You don't get to stop no matter what I do to those pretty little nipples."

I nod as best as I can around his cock. With a tug he pulls back my head and then releases me to keep sucking him. Once I've gotten back to a good rhythm, he says, "Keep playing with yourself. I going to keep playing with your nipples. I want you so worked up from the pleasure and the pain that you're desperate to come."

"Yes sir," I say around him as I slide down. I shift my hand so that my palm is pressed on my clit and two fingers plunge into my cunt.

He caresses my cheek one more time and says, "Don't you dare come, though. Not until you beg for it. Not until I tell you you can."

I don't think I can wait. My pussy is so needy. It would take so little to push me over the edge.

He must see it because he warns, "If you come without my permission I'm going to fuck you in the ass."

Fuck. That's not a punishment. It's more like a dare, like he wants me to do it. I want him to do it. I don't want to be good anymore, I want to be so fucking naughty. I'm a slut and I want his cock in my ass.

I stop holding back. I grind the heel of my palm as I curl my fingers in just the right spot, the one that my last partner could never seem to find. My sucking and licking becomes erratic as I creep closer and closer. It feels so good, his cock in my mouth and my fingers in my pussy. With one last curl, I'm falling off the edge, lost in the pleasure.

My scream is muffled by his cock, but it's still loud enough that it's a good thing everyone has left for the day. I can't think, can't remember what I was supposed to be doing. My scalp stings as he drags my head back to look in my eyes. I'm sure they're hazy with orgasmic bliss. He snaps, "Did you just come?!"

Did I just... something. He's angry, but I can't pull it together enough to care. He glares at me clearly expecting an answer. "I... I'm sorry sir," I lie. I'm so fucking not sorry.

"You slutty little brat," he growls as he slaps my cheek with his cock. He sounds angry, but there's a satisfied glint in his eyes. He growls, "Such a bad slut. I can see you're going to need to be punished to stay in line."

"I'm so sorry!" I try to sound contrite, but I'm still too come-drunk to be convincing.

"I don't think you are." His palm hits my cheek. It's soft, hardly a slap at all. "I think you came, because you're a bratty. Little. Slut. Aren't. You."

Each word comes with another gentle slap. By the end I'm leaning into his hand. I murmur, "I'm such a bad, bratty girl. I deserve to be punished."

We sit like that for a second that feels like the end of the world and back stretching between us. Both of us are panting like we just ran a marathon. Finally, his hand weaves into my hair and he jerks me hard. "GET UP!"

All of the lazy glow clears my system as adrenaline pumps through me. I stumble to my feet just in time to be dragged to the desk and flung over it on my stomach. "Spread your cheeks with you hands!" He demands.

"Y-yes sir," I say shakily and grab my ass, opening up for him.

I feel spit dripping down my puckered hole. Something, his cock, presses against it. "You want my fat cock, Slut?"

"Yes sir." I gasp. I really, really want it. I try to pull my cheeks wider for him. I would press back against it, but he's got a hand on my back, holding me to the desk. "Please, sir."

"You want me to fuck you?" He asks, rubbing the saliva around, getting me primed. "You're such a bratty little slut. You need to be punished. You get my cock in your ass. You don't deserve to have it in your pussy. Not until you learn to be a good, obedient girl."

"Fuck my ass, sir. Please... please punish me. I deserve it. I need it."

"I like it when you beg me, brat," He says as he pushes forward slowly. Just like when he pinched my nipples, it hurts so fucking good.

"Please," I pant. The head is almost past the tiny ring of muscle. "I... I need your cock."

Once the it clears, he slides more easily into my hole. He's larger than the vibrating plug I use, but he feels so much better. He waits for me to get a breath as he spits more to lube up the rest of his shaft. "Mmmm... such a tight little ass for a slutty little brat."

I draw in air a few more times, coaxing my muscles to relax around him. I whisper, "I haven't had a cock in my ass in so long, sir."

"I can tell," he groans, pushing forward, slow and steady. "It's so tight. It feels so fucking good."

"Yes," I whimper. The pain, the pleasure, it's making me feel like the rest of my body is gone and there's only my ass and his cock filling it. I manage to cry, "Please sir... I need all of it."

"Then take all of it, little slut!" He commands as he starts pushing again, that same constant pressure until he can't go any deeper.

It's so fucking intense. I think I might black out from how fast my heart is pounding. I can feel pulsing along every ridge of him. When he starts to move it's slow, giving me time to get my lungs back on track. He spits again, making his cock so slick it's going to glide in and out easily once he gets going. I get out, "Yes... fuck... yes... please..."

He buries his fingers in my hair, wrapping it in his fist. His other hand grabs one cheek as a brace, and then he's thrusting, fast and hard.

"Please," I moan over and over again as he slams into me. "Fuck me... fuck me like... like I'm your good... good slutty girl!"

My back arches as he pulls my head back. "Tell me! Tell me you're a brat! Tell me you're my slut!"

He's moving faster now. The agony and ecstasy wrap around each other. I'm so lost in it that I almost don't realize he's asked me something. A hard slap drags me back into focus. I cry, "I'm... I'm a brat... I'm y-your... SLUT!"

He drops me back down to the desk and grabs my hips with both hands so he can thrust harder, deeper. He's slowed some, like he's holding back his climax. He groans, "I love this tight little ass! I love your slutty... tight... ass... Ella!"

I love the way he says my name. I've always loved it. He always makes it sound like a caress, even when he asks me for reports or to check on the rest of the staff. Even the very first time we met, when he thought I was his assistant so he asked me to get him coffee, the two syllables passing across his tongue were a sweet song that he sang only for me. That he's kept singing over the past six months. I love the sound even more, now that he's deep inside me,

Each of his sharp thrusts pushes me high, higher, until I'm almost ready to fall again. I practically scream, "I love your cock, sir! Please... please come in my ass... I want your cum so bad!"

He speeds up again as soon as the words claw their way out of my throat. It doesn't take long for him to dig his hands deep into my thighs and roar. His cock jerks inside me as ropes of hot cum shoot into my ass. I reach between my legs and tweak my clit, sending myself crashing into my own orgasm, screaming, "YES! FUCK! NOAH!"

Everything goes bright white as I ride my climax. I'm at the highest part of the wave, the loudest sound, the brightest light. Everything falls away as I crash, down to the ground and broken into pieces.

I'm weak and shaky, unable to move beyond forcing air in and out the lungs that are the first thing to roll back into being as I come down. I haven't come so hard in such a long time I'm not sure if it's even real. His grip on my hips loosens as my lungs start to slow their rasping and my heart goes back to a regular rhythm. I feel him slowly pull away to fall back into the chair.

I don't know what to do. I'm not sure if I can move. Is he going to kick me out now that we're not doing whatever the fuck that was. I don't want that. I don't want to go back to being that sad, desperate woman that let her boss fuck her mouth for a promotion. I can't.

I'm about to press up from the desk and dress as quickly and shamelessly as possible under the circumstances when Noah's chair rolls across the carpet and his arms wrap around my waist. He pulls me gently so that I'm sitting in his lap. His lips brush my forehead and his hand strokes my hair back from my face. Softly, he asks, "Ella, are you okay? Do you need anything?"

"I... what?" I don't understand. Why is he suddenly so sweet?

A finger brushes across my cheek, collecting a tear I didn't realize was falling. He pulls me closer, pressing my head to his chest. "That was a lot, and we didn't... talk about any of it first."

I'm not sure what world I've suddenly landed in, but I didn't expect the boss that just used the fact that I needed a promotion to get me to suck him off and let him fuck my ass to now be concerned that I'm okay. "I didn't realize taking it in the ass from my boss for a promotion came with... aftercare?"

"This wasn't about the promotion. Not for me," Noah murmurs into the top of my head as his arm tightens around me. "I already signed the paperwork on it for you this morning."

I go stiff. Angry heat flushes my cheeks. I raise my hand to slap him but before I can connect he grabs both my wrists with his free hand. I try to pull away, but his other arm is like a vice, clamping me to him. "You asshole!" I snap when the other outlets for my anger are taken away.

He sighs, "I realize making you think you needed to sleep with me and then turning it into a scene was kind of a dick move."

"What you did isn't even in the same constellation as 'kind of a dick move'." I struggle some more, but he's got me pinned tight. It's probably a good thing, because I really, really want to punch him now, and not in the face.

"Look, you can get me fired for it tomorrow. I deserve it." He shrugs, like he's telling me I can eat the last slice of cake, not completely ruin his career. "Tonight, though, please let me take care of you. I'd rather not have 'shitty dom' be added to the list of reasons you now have to hate me."

I want to say no. I should say no. I'm still spinning though, and he's right. It was a lot and despite the fact that my brain is a tangled, angry mess that is contemplating murder, I'm exhausted and there's a good chance I'm about to start crying so I stop fighting and say, "Fine. Tonight, you can take care of me, but tomorrow I'm going to make your life a living hell."

"Good girl," he says as he pulls me back into his chest and kisses the top of my head.