I'm sorry Mr. Storm!

Mondays...

Lilly

Monday morning rolled in as a bill in the mail. It was raining and I dropped my phone on the ground so now it is in bits and pieces. Then the bus never showed up and when the next one came it was already crowded beyond what should be allowed. To make things worse, the disgusting man that always sits next to me, stood right behind me. I am sure that I felt his hands on my butt more than ten times. And when the busdriver made a hard break he grabbed my hips and rubbed whatever part of his groin he could from beneath his fat stomach, against my behind.

When the bus finally came to my stop I couldn't get out fast enough. I gave the man an angry and disgusted glare but he only leered back at me. I wanted to burn my clothes and bathe in acid after that busride.

And then, when I finally made it up to the office Steph cut my path to my desk. "He's in an awful mood today." She whispers and then she's on her way. I groan. I don't have the patience for Mr. Storm's foul mood when my own mood is at rock bottom. Still I make my way to my desk.

Mr. Storm is standing in the doorway to his office wearing a scowl. He lifts his hand to check the time on his watch as I get closer. "Thirty three minutes, Miss Gaard." He says curtly. I sigh and round my desk to hang my dripping coat.

"I'm sorry Mr. Storm. The bus never arrived and I dropped my phone so I couldn't call in." My voice is flat and tired as I tell him this.

"In my office right this instance." He growls out before he turns into his office. I groan and my whole body sags as I follow him in. He closes and locks the door behind me. I am too frustrated and irritated to care about anything right now. "To the couch." His voice from behind me has me jumping in surprise. But now my anger flares up. I take a deep breath through my nose, stretch out to my full length and turn to him with my arms crossed over my chest.

"I did not mean to be late! I did not mean to ruin my phone! I did not-" I don't get a chance to say anything more. Mr. Storm's strong arms grab me, turn me around and lead me up to the couch where he violently pulls my skirt off. "Hey! Stop!" I yell at him.

"That is not your safeword, Miss Gaard. Do you remember your safeword?" His voice is strained and filled with barely withheld anger. Those words somehow set me free. I take a shaking breath and feel tears well up in my eyes as every emotion hits me at once. Anger, disgust, frustration, sadness and shame.

"Yes, sir." His hands on my upper arms tighten at my words. Or perhaps at the tears in my voice.

"What color are you?"

"Green, sir." He bends me over the couch and I don't fight him. "Please, sir. I need to be restrained." I say. I have no idea if it is okay for me to say those words to him but they are so true at this moment. I want him to punish me, but I need to be restrained or else it wont be enough.

He doesn't say anything or touch me. But after a short moment he gently takes my hands, palms facing each other, and ties them together behind my back. The tears are now falling freely from my eyes as all the happenings of this morning return to me.

"Twenty strokes of my hand." He says as his hand gently caresses my ass.

"Yes, sir." I sigh and relax as much as I can. I remembered what he said last Friday about the stay ups so of course I'm wearing them today again. But today it is for Mr. Storm and not for Nate. I also chose a thong since he didn't need to remove them. I wait for it to begin, but no slap is administered. Instead his hand takes hold of my thong and he pulls them down. "Sir!" I gasp. "Is it necessary to remove my thong?" I ask him.

"Yes, Miss Gaard. Today I want you completely bare." When they are all the way off he starts my punishment. The slaps are harder than ever but through the pain I feel a sense of calm engulf me. The only thing that matters is his hand that rains down hard on my ass. I cry out from the pain, but I never beg for mercy.

He is done too soon. His hand strokes my butt and the touch sends shots of electricity through my skin. I hear him shift behind me and then I hear him unfasten his belt buckle. My body freezes. What is he planning right now? His hand on my butt moves lower to feel the most intimate part of my body. "Hmm. All wet." He hums in appreciation and I moan.

I hear the zip of his fly and the tear of a foil package. Fear mixed with excited anticipation runs through my body. He steps closer to me and nudges my legs apart with his knees. I feel the head of his hard shaft press against my opening. "Do you remember your safeword?"

"Yes, sir." I breathe out.

"What color are you?" His deep voice sends a shiver along my spine. I think for a moment. Do I really want my boss to fuck me?

"Green, sir." My mouth says before my brain has a chance to stop the words. And as soon as I have given my consent he slams into me, hard and fast. I scream out in shock and pain as his thick organ forces my tight channel to expand to its fullest potential. When he's all in he stops and stays still, allowing me to adapt to the feeling of him inside me.

I take a deep shaky breath to ease the pain and when it is mostly gone I clench my muscles around his cock. He takes that as an invite to start moving. Slowly at first, letting me get used to the feeling. But after a few strokes he increases the speed and the strength of his trust.

I moan into the seat of his couch as he slams into me. It feels incredibly good to have him thrusting so hard into me that the couch moves from its position. I hear his grunts of pleasure and they increase my own pleasure. The knowledge that it is me that makes him feel good, that draws these sounds out of his chest is intoxicating. He reaches a hand around my front to stroke my clit.

"Come for me, Lilly!" He says through gritted teeth and gives my clit a hard pinch. His words and the pleasuring pain of the pinch has me falling over the edge of euphoria. I scream into the seat of the couch as I cum. His movements get jerky and I feel him swell as he himself reaches his peak. "Fuck Lilly! That feels so good! Your cunt feels so good."

He slumps over me and the weight of his body over mine feels so good. His hands circle my waist to press me harder into his chest. We stay like this for a long time, just feeling each other, catching our breaths. Then he straightens and glides out of me. I moan at the loss of his weight and cock. He unties my hands and then moves away from me. I hear him slip on his trousers again and then I hear him dispose of the condom in the wastebasket of his bathroom. I hang over the backrest completely drained but as he re enters from his bathroom I stand up. I look down at the floor to pick up my thong but can't see them.

"Mr. Storm. Where is my thong?" I ask him.