Shedding Authority: Part 1
"Oh dear God, Samantha, if I need to trek down there and reteach you how to execute this blasted venture once more, you'll surely mess it up!" Her tone, though stemming from the enticing lips of a ravishing female, was laced with venom as she hurled her cell phone onto her desk. "Good Christ, is it so challenging to construct a business presentation for a new project within seven days?"
Jessica O'Hara was no stranger to getting what she wanted, which happens to be the proprietorship and management of this giant firm. Standing at a near 5'6", the usage of heels raised her stature to an almost 5'10", allowing her to stand towering over many others. Her brilliant red hair, frequently going as far as her waist, was bunched atop her head in a careless bun, allowing her beauty to shine. With her tourmaline green eyes, sun-kissed complexion, and splotches of freckles, she appeared like a model her company photographers shoot photographs of.
However, when she spouts her inflammatory, authoritative commands, it seems like her captivating looks not as impressive. The door creaks open a few moments afterwards as a male strides in, bearing documents and a mammoth mug of coffee. Regardless, her outburst seemed rather routine and unexciting for him.
"Ms. O'Hara, here is your caffeine fix and a summation of the new... endeavor." He slowed, glancing over her for a second prior to pursing his lips. His eyes landed on the unopened sack near her computer and his aggravation commenced to ignite. "You didn't eat your lunch, did you?"
"What leads you to think I had the time to eat when I'm this inundated?" She inquired, discarding the concern as her fingers danced over the keys on her keyboard. "Moreover, I'm not famished and I can consume later-"
"Kitten." His tone was crisp and brief. The ringing of her keyboard ceased at the same instance. Her eyes went from her display to his face, her hands relocating to her lap and the only sound coming from her chair swiveling to face him head-on. "What law did you transgress just now?"
She opened her mouth for a prompt excuse, but her breaths became heavy as if she were preparing for a race. However, the words died on her lips. Casting her sight beneath the desk again, she whispers softly, "I must prioritize my needs over everything, even if I'm busy." She adds, "Sir."
"Stand up and assemble the stance." The verbal command was given breezily and despite recognizing the potential consequence, she stood up. With her hem settling at her knees, she effortlessly lifted her round skirt to expose the lacy green boy shorts below.
In spite of her tanned dermis, her alabaster buttocks had always appeared pale. But as his palm grasped her cheek tenderly, tilting her head back and delivering a hard smack, her cheeks darkened.
Her palms lay on her desk as she preserved her face against the cool wood, her posterior hoisted upward in anticipation for the following swat. She appreciated how he took care of her, whether intentionally or not. He would only corral her when she failed to accomplish something and self-maintenance was constant on her to-do list. He regularly viewed it as a personal affront when she put it off.
Untying the bun in her hair, he sopped the torrent of ruby locks, just prior to grasping them and holding her in position firmly. It's at that point the true discipline unfolded. The sting of her cheeks persisted for 10 fervent, minor mottled smacks on each cheeks, making her yelp and yell out each strike.
However, she remained in the same place, ensuring that he had no intention of granting her freedom. "What are my rules, Kitten?" He questioned, strolling to her chair and glancing underneath it. A sizable chest in the carpet showcased a secure.
"To follow orders, Sir," she says, barely a whisper, her cheeks flushing as she notices what he's seeking. "To never uncover our dynamic to anyone else presently. And to prioritize self-care, be it at your instruction or-"
Her voice got stuck in her throat as the large Hitachi wand rested on the table. She absentmindedly twisted her hair, a habit when her thoughts were racing a mile a minute. Her legs started to give way as she bit her lip and eyed him mischievously.
"Undress." He said, sitting back in his chair and reclining. She almost jumped off the table with anticipation as she immediately began to take off her heels and untuck her shirt, throwing it carelessly into the corner of the room. Wearing a matching forest green bra, he stopped her before she could remove it.
"Hold on. Let me just..." he said, his gaze tracing her body while her smile grew wider.
She knew her pale skin, red hair and green eyes complemented the dark green color, and she did a slow spin for him, letting him savor the moment. "Carry on," he said, leaning back and smiling. But the sudden pause made the rush to undress slow down. She loved the hunger in his eyes and she teased him with it.
Her fingers massaged her breasts, which were a good-sized C cup. Sliding her hands over her chest, she took off her bra and threw it away to show off the golden rings he gave her for Christmas underneath. Swiveling around, she eased her way out of her panties and gave him a view of her butt from behind.
Her behind was a bright red from the spanks, but had faded slightly in comparison after a few minutes. Standing up straight, she placed her underwear on the desk and placed her hands behind her back. "What next, Sir?" She asked, adopting a faux innocent tone as she looked at him.
He took longer to gaze at her, his eyes moving up her body before finding her eyes, making her shiver all over again. Standing up, he grabbed the handcuffs and secured them around her wrists behind her back. The soft material felt good on her skin, and she twisted the cuffs slightly to feel the texture while waiting.
The ball gag wasn't her favorite. She knew he loved the noises she made when he stimulated her, but it was primarily meant for practical reasons. The last thing they needed was for someone to hear her screaming from the office. Standing on her heels, she wasn't too intimidated, but without them she had to tilt her head back to look him in the eyes.
Leaning in, he squeezed her throat firmly and forced his lips onto hers. It wasn't a kiss, it was an assertion of power, combined with the intimate pleasure she craved, leaving her body limp as she gasped for air afterwards.
Holding the gag, she felt her mouth water as she knew what was coming next. Bending her over the desk, she waited for the next object. It would be either the wooden paddle or...
"Mmph" She almost yelled as the buzzing of the Hitachi vibrator reached her clit. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her toes curled as she felt the low vibrations close to her orgasm. Her hips bucked into the toy as she knew he wouldn't let her reach it.
Before she could climax, he removed the toy. Her body relaxed in relief, only to be replaced with a sense of anticipation. The cold, hard paddle was placed on her stinging cheek, and despite bracing herself, she screamed through the gag from the spank.
Five hits each on both cheeks brought tears running down her face, muddling her makeup. The desk under her was now covered in her saliva, thanks to the gag preventing her from swallowing and the angle preventing her from catching any droplets. But as the Hitachi was placed against her sex once more, cleaning up was the last thing on her mind.
Her entire body was bucking into the toy with unbridled abandon. Her need for an orgasm was the only thing she cared about and she was dead set on attaining it. However, just as she was moments away from reaching the peak, it was yanked away, making her collapse onto the desk in frustration.
Walking up to her face, he grasped her hair, pulling her up to face him as he grinned widely at her tearful, supplicating eyes. Removing the gag, she barely registered the drool on her chin or her body's complete trembling.
"P-ple-ease, Sir..." she could barely speak, her arms straining the handcuffs as she sobbed for him. "Please... I'll do better... I'll be a good girl. Please..."
Gently nodding, he knew his words had finally made an impact on her. She dropped her face back onto the desk and moved towards her, sensing the impending release. The humming sensation in her vagina had never been stronger, as she became aware that she was about to be let free. She rolled her eyes back, her whole body shuddered as the tension increased. She rocked her hips against the toy, moaning as she neared her climax.
In the next moment, his hand wrapped around her mouth, letting her know what was about to happen. This only intensified her pleasure as her air supply was restricted and her vision blurred due to the lack of oxygen. She was approaching her peak.
There was a huge explosion within her body at this moment. Every inch of her was euphoric from this wave of ecstasy that swept through her.
The orgasm lasts more than a minute before gradually slowing down. She slumped on the desk, shaking, writhing and fracturing. The desk rubbed against her sensitive breasts, her piercings caught slightly on the wood grain. The climax sent her entire body into a state of extreme heat.
After the major shudders subsided, he picked her up, carefully carrying her to the chair and cradling her closely. The final waves continued to pass through her as her mind slowly reconstructed itself.
She leaned against him, enjoying the intimacy in his superiority. "Thank you, Sir," she murmured, snuggling against his chest. His natural odor was mixed with the fresh scent of his clothes and him. She was aware that her favorite fragrance could only be found here. "I required that."
He smiled, kissing her forehead gently yet firmly, reaching behind her and undoing the clip. "Now, consume your food and return to work, Kitten," he said. "Our next segment will take place later tonight. Do you comprehend?"
She nodded and readjusted her clothes, grimacing as she settled back into her chair. Grabbing the bag of food in front of her, she cheerfully said, "Yes, sir!" before tucking in with a new hunger.