Dark Thoughts

Dark Thoughts

Her hands shook as she picked up the documents from her desk. They continued to shake as she placed the documents in a folder and filed them away. Her fingers clenched as the anxiety rose within her. She plastered a smile on her face as she entered the board room for the weekly staff meeting.

Sunny. Such an odd make for a child. And not surprisingly, the name still didn't quite fit her. With long golden hair and hazel eyes, one could say that Sunny was aptly named. She resembled the sun. Bright white teeth spread into a dazzling smile... when she was happy. Eyes twinkled with golden sparks when something amused her. Her hair shone in the light, golden tendrils down her narrow back as she peeked at you over her shoulder. Yes, Sunny was beautiful and golden. Everything the sun would be. But darkness was where Sunny's mind lived.

Sunny's mind wandered as the CEO droned on about quarterly profits. She stood with other latecomers at the back of the boardroom. Her body felt restless. Her legs shifted, a familiar butterfly fluttering in her lower belly. She twisted her fingers together, squeezing her thighs together, trying to get rid of that familiar wetness. Was it her dark thoughts? Ones that left her sweaty and panting in the night?

Was it her fingers in the folds of her her wet, swollen cunt as she pictured someone standing over her, a belt wrapped around his hand?

Sunny couldn't figure out how to be..

sunny. She had always been a solemn child. Never one to laugh easily. Her thoughts wandered and settled on things that others found odd or even disturbing.

At night she woke, her sheets wet with her own slick, lingering dreams about a man. She imagined a hand around her wrist. Her mind pictured a bright red handprint on her ass cheek. His voice in her ear, commanding her to kneel.

Sunny jumped when a warm hand rested on her lower back. A man stood behind her, his mouth close to her ear. "Excuse me, pet." He murmured softly as he brushed past her. Sunny could feel his body heat, smell his cologne. He was large, much larger than her small frame-even in heels.

At the sound of his voice, so close and reminiscent of the man in her dreams, Sunny's legs went weak. She began to slide away from the man. She feared that she would fall when two hands grasped her hips and held on firmly.

Warm fingers wrapped around her and she was pulled against a solid chest. Her head barely reached his shoulders as she was held against his strong, hard body.

She tried to twist away, her heart racing. Her hands claws at his strong fingers. Trying to be discrete in a crowded room was near impossible when all Sunny could feel, smell, sense... was him.

A voice in her ear again, "Be still."

Sunny's stomach erupted in butterflies. Those two words were like a secret password. Opening the door to her darkness, flooding it with his presence. She wasn't alone in it anymore. He was there, calming her mind, holding her body still, guiding her... directing her.

And suddenly, the chaos that had haunted her was quiet.

She leaned back, shifting her weight so she could lean ever so slightly against him. Now that she had a taste, she wanted more. She wanted to feel all of him. She longed to twist in his grasp and wrap herself around him, but he held her there, allowing her to sway against him. His firm fingers remained on her hips, pulling her against him, anchoring her. She could feel a hardening cock against her ass and she pushed against it, wanting more.

The department leads gave their updates, slide after slide, numbers passing and plans being made. Sunny heard very little as his fingers slid from her hips up her sides. They lingered at her waist but continued on slowly. Up and down, barely touching and never going where she wanted them... to her aching breasts, under her skirt to feel her wetness that was now running down her thighs, to her throat to pull her fully against his hard cock. Sunny ached to truly feel him. To allow him to touch her and use her like she'd dreamed so many times. Her hips ground against him.

"Don't be a brat, pet. You'll regret it." His words were tight, his breathing a little uneven against her ear. Sunny's mind settled again as his hands continued their exploration.

Because they were surrounded by others but toward the back of the room, Sunny knew that most people couldn't see them and the others around them were looking at the slideshow, their eyes averted from the wandering hand cupping her breast as the other hand dipped under her skirt, past her thong, sliding effortlessly into her wet cunt.

Her moan was cut off as a large hand covered her mouth.

"You must be silent. Can you do that, pet?" Sunny nodded weakly as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her. Her legs were even weaker and an arm circled her waist as she began to crumple. He held her against him as his fingers continued to fuck her. Sunny's mind was drifting as the pleasure built. She could feel her orgasm coming. It was not far off. He could feel it, too, because suddenly his fingers were gone and his hands slid her skirt down. She was pushed quickly away from his warmth as bodies moved past them with quiet "excuse me." and a murmured "pardon me." The meeting was obviously over and Sunny had almost cum during the closing remarks, not even realizing that she was being finger fucked as people began to disperse.

Sunny felt disoriented, unsteady. She swayed a little and a warm hand again pressed against her back. As he brushed past her, he leaned in and said, "we're not done. I'll be back to finish this." As he passed her to stride quickly out the door.

Her vision cleared and her mind awoke as she strained to see who her mystery man was. His black suit was similar to many others belonging to men in the company. With over 200 employees, it was difficult to know anyone, really. She noticed that he was tall, but not exceedingly so. He had no distinguishing features from the back. Dark hair clipped short on the sides with with a longer swath that fell to the sides. Tan skin that hinted at Sunday golf outings. His athletic stride confirmed her suspicions. His fingers opened and closed, clenching at his sides as he slid past people who were chatting in small groups as he passed.

Sunny was still frozen. She wanted to run to him, to find him, but her feet were planted, stuck to the floor as she watched him walk away and disappear into the crowd of employees rushing back to their boring lives.

We're not done.

Sunny played those words over and over again as her feet began moving toward the door. The board room was nearly deserted now. She moved slowly toward her office, closing the door and leaning against it.

She kicked off her heels, flexing her sore toes and sighing as she felt comfortable for the first time all day. She continued to lean against the door as her mind went back to the feel of his fingers inside of her.

She slid her hands under her skirt, her fingers finding the wetness as the dark thoughts returned.

A knock interrupted her orgasm for a second time and Sunny huffed as she quickly stepped back, smoothing her skirt and pulling the door open slightly.

All she saw was a hand reaching around the door, sliding it open as he stepped inside and closed it firmly.

Sunny stumbled back, shock rochocheting through her body as he stood before her, his eyes on her, hungry. His face was handsome with a square jaw and two tiny dimples on each of his cheeks. The Clark Kent glasses over dark, intense eyes completed his "hot nerd" look. Sunny couldn't have asked for a better fantasy come to life.

He took a step toward her, forcing her retreat. They continued until she was pressed against her desk, her hands going quickly to brace herself as he leaned in.

"I leave you alone for two minutes and you are already playing with my cunt. I'll have to teach you a lesson. Turn around. Now!" He ground out the last word as he pulled his belt from his trousers and wrapped it around his hand.

Sunny shook with anticipation. Her mind reeled. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't be here, doing the things she'd dreamed of.

She tried to steady herself as she turned, her bare toes digging into the plush carpet.

"Now bend over." Again his words were tight, harsh. He was not happy.

Sunny bent her body, her face lying against the pristine desk. Her hands lay uselessly next to her as she closed her eyes and waited.

She heard him, felt him come closer. A hand slid down her back to her ass. Fingers tracing the curve of one ass cheek, then the next.

"Why are you touching what's mine, pet? Hmmm? You know what happens now?"

Sunny knew the pain was coming. She could feel the belt against her ass as he slapped it lightly against the fabric of her skirt.

Suddenly cool air brushed against her bare ass. Sunny felt the fabric of her skirt bunch at her waist as he yanked it up and held it there. Her thong was next. Gone and thrown to the floor.

The belt caressed her bare ass. The leather was warm from his hand and she knew the buttery softness would leave a mark.

There was no warning, no sign. Just a stinging pain as the belt connected with her ass. She groaned, biting her lip to stop herself from yelling. Again, a slap! And the stinging. Again. Again. Again. The pain radiated through her body. Sweat beaded on her upper lip and lower back. Sunny's scalp tingled. Her fingers left crescents in her palms as she clenched her hands tightly. "Go far away." She thought as her breaths grew more frantic.

Then it was over. The belt fell to the floor as his warm hand covered her bright red ass cheeks. Sunny felt tears on her face as she sniffled and pushed herself up.

A hand in her back pushed her down. A foot kicked her legs wider as he undid his pants and pulled out his cock. Then he spoke.

"You took that well, pet. I know it's hard to receive your punishment. Will you ever touch what is mine again? Hmm? I think not."

She felt his cock against her wet cunt and moaned loudly. The pain was forgotten as he pushed into her, filling her in one thrust. Her fingers clawed for purchase as he thrust again and again. Her body shook as he slammed his hips against her ass, his hands spreading it and his eyes wandering to her open, inviting asshole.

His grunts grew louder as he neared cumming. Sunny could barely hold on. Her thighs and cunt we're dripping. Her breasts were pushed against the desk, her nipples hard and aching. She wanted so badly to cum but waited.

She felt wetness on her ass and knew what was coming. He couldn't resist. He had to have it. He needed it to finish.

She felt him pull out of her cunt. He spat again, spit flying and landing on her ass. He spews the spit on her asshole and pushed his finger in.

"Now pet you know what's coming. Tell me what you want. Where do you want me?"

"In my ass?" Sunny asked.

"No pet. Not a question. Where do you want me?"

"In my ass!" She said, louder and clearer this time. Her words coming out in a rush.

"Yes pet. That's right. I'm going to fuck your ass and cum in it. Because you're a dirty slut who needs that."

Sunny moaned. All of her dark thoughts coming together as his huge cock pushed into her ass.

He began slowly. Her ass was tight and unyielding. But he was so hard. It slid in easily as he groaned and pushed deeper.

"Rekax, pet. Let me in." His words were right in her ear as he bent over her, covering her with his body. His hands grabbed the desk and his cock slid into her ass again and again. He was so close. Sunny felt herself cumming and moaned loudly.

"I'm cumming!" So moaned, her body feeling the orgasm in every cell. It began at her ass and tendrils of pleasure snaked out to her cunt and abdomen... her ears were ringing, sweat pooled in her lower back, her nipples tingled and a coolness washed over her as the orgasm peaked and came again.

He grunted and thrust once, twice and then he spilled himself inside of her. His body felt heavy as he collapsed against her, the warmth of his cum running down her legs as he pulled out of her.

Sunny felt limp and her legs shook. His body anchored her to the desk as the lay frozen against each other, their breath g returning to normal.

Finally, he stood. His hands on her hips, pulling her up, holding her against him as he straightened her skirt, pressing down the wrinkles that would never go away.

He turned her in his arms. Sunny finally felt his arms around her, holding her.

"That was wonderful... wife." He whispered.

Sunny smiled.

Her husband.

Her dom.

Her darkest fantasy come to life.