MJ FANFIC - Mr. BONDAGE (Complete) *RE-EDITING IN PROGRESS*

Chapter 7

This story contains strong vulgar words and strong sexual content. Viewer Discretion is advised.

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I made my way to the elevator and pressed the floor button.

With my mouth slightly open and my teeth together, I rubbed the back of my neck gently.

I stepped out and opened the door, spotting the receptionist typing once again.

She looked up at me and I made a small smile.

"Good morning..." I said, walking up to the desk.

"He's ready for you... you can go inside..." she said rather annoyed again.

I frowned, but I went in anyway without any further words with her.

He was speaking to someone on the phone and didn't seem too happy.

"Look, I never told them to do that. I specifically told them not to do that, and they did it anyway. A big misunderstanding," he said, stopping and looking at me. He wasn't yelling; he was talking in his normal tone.

"Dave, you handle it. I'm busy with something right now," he exhaled calmly and hung up briefly. It was silent for a while, and then he came up to her, grabbed her face, and kissed her deeply without taking a breath.

He let go, took her hand, and then picked her up onto his desk. He caressed her thigh, digging his nails into the firm skin.

"Slow down," she gasped for air, holding onto his neck. He ignored her and gently kissed her neck.

She moaned, throwing her head back. "What if someone hears us?" she muffled through the open-mouth kisses he gave her. He began to massage his tongue with hers, dancing around in each other's mouths.

He ignored her again, placing his large hands on both sides of her waist and squeezing them tight. She gasped once more as he bit and sucked on her neck, giving her a hickey. She moaned, biting down hard on her bottom lip, running her hands through his scalp, and grinding into his slow thrusts.

He pulled off her panties and pulled her closer.

She arched her eyebrows as he continued to massage his tongue with hers.

He pulled down his pants and boxers slightly while stimulating her only-soaked clit. She gasped and moaned breathlessly at the feeling of his smooth fingers rubbing her most sensitive spot.

He watched her get heated and grab hold of his shirt.

His free hand then lifted her slowly, unclipping her bra.

He slipped inside of her, sending her into multiple orgasms.

He pounded into her hard, creating a slapping rhythm, as he stuck and flickered his tongue with hers. Sloppy kisses and bringing heat into the room.

She moaned and groaned as shockwaves and euphoria took over her body.

"You're so tight," he growled, grabbing her thighs and lifting them higher onto his waist. She begged for breath as he thrusted at an extreme speed.

She orgasmed, her eyes rolling back into her head.

He smiled and gave three last hard pounds before pulling out, and biting his lip.

Waiting for me to pull myself up, I held his neck, and we shared eye contact before I felt something at my swollen entrance.

I looked down to see a plastic replica of an egg, a vibrator.

"Oh," I moaned, shifting up from the feeling.

"I want you to cum on this," he whispered into my ear, my mouth dropping and breathing uneasily.

He smirked, then held up a small device and licked his lips.

I looked down, a bit shocked. I had never done anything like this in my life, especially with someone I admired and someone as handsome as he was.

Suddenly, I felt the vibrator pick up speed, and I screamed, but he caught my mouth with his.

In between the kissing and moans, he said in a raspy tone, "As I said before, never look down on me," grabbing my cheeks and looking at my expressions.

"Ah, oh my... sir," I moaned suddenly, which he liked. He smiled, pleased.

The phone rang, and our breathing picked up as we both turned our heads to the phone in unison.

"Mr. Jackson, your parents are here."

"Shit," he grunted. "Hide behind my desk," he said, pulling me off the counter gently. I bent down and sat, frowning and covering my face. What an embarrassing situation. Ugh.