My Enigma Pt. 01

She was sitting at her desk all caught up in this week's newsletter deadline. Her co-workers always waited until the last moment and she was left cleaning up their messes. She'd worked here for five years, and yet, many people still introduced themselves to her thinking she must be new. She had a way about her that led her to blend in and not be noticed. Quiet, unassuming and always a people pleaser.

All of a sudden a hand covered her mouth and an arm wrapped around her chest tightly, so she couldn't move. Her office door was closed and she hadn't heard anyone. The man pulled out her head phone and whispered in her ear, "don't move, don't scream, don't struggle or else you will be put to sleep. Nod your head if you understand"

Her head slowly moved up and down to acknowledge his words but her thoughts raced. Who was this man? Where did he come from? And most importantly, why her? But fear and arousal pushed all those thoughts aside and she found herself following his commands.

"Take your panties off and hold them in front of you with your right hand." She awkwardly stood keeping her eyes forward, trying to take in his size and anything identifying. His smell was a powerful mixture of lavender and sandal wood that reminded her of something just beyond her grasp. Focusing back on the task, she slid her panties out from under her skirt and over her heels.

"Ball 'em up and put 'em in your mouth," he growled.

Despite her hesitancy, she did as she was told. She wasn't a virgin, and sex before this moment had been enthusiastic, but never this mix of fear and mystery. The fabric of her lace panties was so wet and scratched her lips as she shoved them in. She had never tasted herself before and was curious why she got so turned on by her slightly sweet and musky flavor.

"Good girl," he whispered in her ear as he pressed his hardening cock against her ass.

"Put your hands on the back of your chair. Lift your right leg and place it on the seat. Then, lean forward against the back of the chair."

The words were matched with his hand pushing her shoulder down. He flipped up her skirt to see her pussy presented to him. He ran his hand down her back, then from the outside to the inside of her thighs. Up and down her legs. It was surprisingly gentle. Lulling her into submission. A moan muffled by the panties escaped her lips.

Then whack! The sound of his hand connecting with the globe of her ass reverberated through the room.

"Quiet," he scolded. Again, and then several more times, his hand came down. She wondered how no one else was hearing this but the pain kept her occupied in the present. He wasn't satisfied until a red handprint started to become visible on her ass.

Another moan escaped her mouth around her panties. And his hand increased the force. The pain was intense but only heightened her senses. Just when she thought she couldn't take the pain any longer, he ran the edge of his hand along her slit from her tight rosebud to the peak of her mound. He felt the short hairs that cover her lips. Lingering only for a moment and before bringing his hand down right on her center.

She whimpered wondering if he was going to hurt her more or please her. She wasn't sure which she wanted more. There was no time to find out. He fingers parted her slip and found the little nub that was pulsing and engorged. She lost all sense of herself and pushed back into his hand urging him to keep going.

His middle finger was slowly increasing pressure on her clit. Then taking two fingers slowly inserting them in her pussy. Hooking them and pushing in as deep as can go. She didn't know she could feel this way. With his other hand, he reached around to grab her breasts and squeezed them. Rubbing her nipples and pinching them lightly.

She was getting close to the edge. It felt so good. He inserted a third finger in her pussy and started seesawing in and out. She was so tight but so aroused that his fingers were coated in her juices. Slowly, he twisted and pushed in then building up speed. Finger fucking her pussy. She wanted to topple over the edge but just as the tension is building he withdrawals his fingers.

"Sit, spread your legs and put them on the arms of the chair." He guided her into the chair somehow staying behind her and never revealing more of himself.

"Raise your arms and don't move." Then she heard quiet footsteps moving away and out of the room.