FALLING FOR MR J

Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

Nervously, I walked towards him. While doing it, I kept my head down. I'm afraid... not of him. Oh Lord, no. I'm afraid he'll see how much I want him... along with how much I want him to take me right now. When I get to the edge of his desk, he tells me to come closer, so I do. I move another step closer. I'm about three steps away from him and still, I keep my head down. I'm showing my submission, my total submission to him. I'm hoping he gets it. I'm praying he gets what I want without saying a word.

"I never said stop. Now come here. Come closer. I want to see you. I want to hear you promise again. I want you to tell me again that you'll be a good girl. You promise you'll ever come to me. Only me, if you need anything, you will not go to any fucker else in this building. No fucker will ever go near you."
I'm stood in front of him now with my heart beating so fast. It's gone crazy, stupid fast.
"Lacy, say it... say it now or I'll punish you."
My eyes snap up to meet his. Oh hell, I see it. He wants me. He wants to dominate me. I can't stop it. I shyly grin and bite my lip. I'm loving this so much, especially when he pulls me in. I'm now pressed against his hard body, with his hand, gripped around the back of my neck. He's pulling me closer.
"Say it," was all he whispered.
"I swear, I promise, sir. I promise I'll only ever come to you."
"No, don't call me sir."
"What would you like me to call you?" I ask.
Oh hell, I can feel that knowing pull. It's building just with the pure fiery lust and rawness of this moment.
"Call me, your Master. When you're alone with me, you call me Master. Do you understand?"
"Yes master, I understand."
He pulled me in again, making sure I'm flush against his hard body, and I cling to his arms. I'm pushing my heat against him. It's when I feel the friction of his hard shaft, I let go... I came so hard. Holy Mother, I came where I stood, just with the sheer intensity of his words.
"Oh fuck, did you just cum?" He asked, with shocked lust-filled eyes. I'm biting my lip, feeling my face flush red.
"Answer me, did you cum?"
"Yes master, I-I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."
He growls and pushed his hard covered shaft against my already pulsing heat.
"Oh, Jesus, Miss Honey, mine. Lacy, you're all fucking mine."
He ends that by kissing me, which I gladly accept. I'm gripping hold of his big arms while I felt him move us forward. My backsides pressed against his desk when he ripped his hot lips away from my own. He's given me my first order as his submissive.
"Pull your skirt up and show me."
With no hesitation, I do as he orders. I reach down, slowly moving towards the hem of my black pencil skirt... all the while making sure not to look in his eyes. I know some Dom's don't allow you to look at them.
Peterson liked it when I would downcast my eye. He'd say it was "Total respect for my Dom" only not with Mr Beezman here. No, he shocks me when he tells me to look at him.
"I want to see you. I want to look into your eyes. I want to see you when you fuck yourself with your fingers. I want to see you on my desk and then... Oh Christ, baby, I'm going to do you hard. So hard, I want to hear you begging me to keep going. Your safe word is Honeybee."

Hearing this made me moan and giggle. Right now, my entire body is on fire. He's so good, he made me come without even touching me. So, with my skirt pulled up, I move my hand over my mound. He's watching me. We're both looking into each other's eyes while I do it. Moments later, he moves forward and kneels in front of me. Oh lord, when he places his hands on my thighs. I can't help moaning again. My body shivers just with loving his touch. He's slowly moving them towards my panties. The bite of his fingers digging against my skin is a welcome bite. Finally, he moves into the waistband and pulls them away from my body. In my many fantasies, he'd rip them away, but no, he's doing it slowly. Honestly, I don't mind it at all. It's thrilling to watch.

"So fucking beautiful, and so mine. Nobody, no fucker will ever get to touch you, Lacy... never, not while you're with me."
He's pushing his fingers through my folds now, and I'm wet. I'm so wet he just glides along the seam. Jesus, he feels so good. I'm pushing against his fingers, making him work me over.
"My-my, you're a greedy one, aren't you? Tell me, Lacy, how long have you been wet for me?"
He's still looking into my eyes, and I watch in fascination when he brings his fingers to his lips. Holy hell, he's tasting my juices. Once again, I cannot stop the moan from leaving my throat. Watching him do it, excites me, especially when he closes his eyes. I see total bliss wash over his face. He tastes it, and without hesitation, I answer him.
"On the day of my interview, the moment you told me to sit down. I knew then you were my master."
He's placed his fingers through my folds again. Once again, he's touching my pulsing heat.
"I'd felt it, but with you being my boss and married, I ignored it. At least, I tried to, but I'd failed. Master, I tried so hard."
I moan his name when he pushes his fingers deep inside of me. Almost instantly, he moves against that special spot.
"Who told you I'm married?" He asked while fucking me with his fingers, turning my insides into a shuddering mess.
"I just assumed with the ring on your finger."
He grinned and what he says, made me cum again. I came again. I didn't get time to settle before he stood and opened his belt. Oh fuck, he's pulling out his hard length. Without warning, he sinks into my blazing hot walls.
"I'm not married, and that ring was my dad's. Sadly, it's the only finger it fits. Well done on lasting four weeks without caving. Yet you've had me from day one. Baby, just like I've had you."
How the hell we made it to this point is beyond me, but hearing him say those words made me want him. I want him even more than I already do. Lord, I know it's the same for him. I know it, especially with his next confession.
"Lacy, I'd watched you. I'd watch you squeeze your thighs together and every fucking time I was hard as fuck."
Holy Christ! Mine! All fucking mine!
"When you'd walk in here and I'd see your face, every time I watch your cheeks flush red... you'd look into my eyes and every damn time you did it, you'd drive me crazy. I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I've been trying to get your attention for weeks. Though I've held back because the day I came for you, I assumed you had company."
Inwardly, I'm grinning now. As you know, I wasn't with anyone. I don't tell him though, not yet anyway.
"Tell me, Lacy, do you touch yourself? You know, while you're thinking of me?"
The fact he isn't asking about him tells me he doesn't care. He's still moving against my walls, still making me moan. Of course, I don't want him to think I'm "sex-mad" so I don't tell him about that morning. Yet, I don't lie either.
"Yes, master every time."
He's slowly moving against my walls, making me wrap my legs around him. I'm pulling him in closer while I sit on his desk.
"Where do you touch yourself? Where do you fantasise about me?"
"In... I mean, I touch myself here. At work and home."
"Christ, you're a naughty one, aren't you? Have you done it here, in my office when I'm not around?" He asked with an excited tone.
He's excited to know the answer. Seeing this and the playful grin on his lips thrilled me. I'm biting my lip, not sure whether to answer this one. Of course, I don't get a choice in the matter. No, because he orders me to open up.
"Yes, yes, master."
I did. As ashamed as I am to admit it, I have touched myself in his office. He got called away for a meeting one across town, so I knew he wouldn't get back until the following day. After making sure nobody was around, I would lock his door and touch myself. Every time I did it, I'd think of him.
"Oh fuck, where did you do it?"
He's picking up his pace now, making my insides clench. They're pulling so tightly around his impressive, thick length.
"O-on your desk and in your chair. I-I'd imagine you'd walk in and catch me, and then you'd join me. You fuck me just like this. I'd imagine you ordering me to beg for more. You'd bend over on your desk just so you could take me again. You'd make me yours. Oh God, please, Master."
"What is it, Miss Honey? What do you need? Tell me and I'll tell you if you've earned it."
"Oh, I want... I need you to go hard. Fuck me harder now. Please, Master."
He growls and goes right to it, giving me what I want. He's pumping his hips so hard and fast that I have to cling to him. I'm holding on tight, trying to stop myself from falling.
"You like that, Miss Honey? You like me fucking this tight little cunt of yours? You do, don't you?"
While still pounding away, my nails dig into his skin. I can feel my insides, they're pulling tight. It's a feeling I've wanted with him for so long now.
"Do not cum, Miss Honey. Only I tell you when to cum. Now answer the fucking question." He grits out. It's like he's struggling to hold his release.
"Yes, Master, I love it. I love this so fucking much. Oh god, you feel amazing. More, I need more..."
While my face hides in the crook of his neck, he growled. He's still fucking me and all while he's doing it, I'm trying my hardest not to come.
"Who do you belong to, Lacy? Tell me who owns you now? Who owns this beautiful body?"
With no hesitation again, I tell him he does.
"Only you, Master. I belong to you."
"Good girl... Oh fuck. Lacy, I want to see you like this every day. Just like this. First thing in the morning, I want you to come to me and sit on my desk. I want you naked. I want to see your pussy every day. I want you to be bare to me, touching yourself while I watch. You're forbidden to come it's only when I tell you. Do you understand me, Miss Honey?"
"Yes. Yes, master, I understand."
"Good, girl, now cum for me, baby. Let me feel you. Lacy, cum now." He demands, and so I pull him against me and do as he ordered. I came so hard; the whole building probably heard me. But I don't care. He's muting my cries by kissing me again. While he's doing so, he's finding his release, filling me up with his seed. He's marking me as his.
"Oh fuck, baby... Jesus, you're so tight. Your pussy's choking me... Squeeze it, Lacy. Pull your walls tightly and grip them around my shaft."
I'm not sure if they can get any tighter, but I'm doing it anyway. I'm doing as he orders, squeezing as hard as I can. Feeling his shaft as he twitches against my walls, it feels amazing.
"That's it, baby. Christ, you feel so fucking-good."
He's moving still slowly moving in and out of my channel... while I'm trying my best to concentrate on tensing around him. He hides his face in the crook of my neck while breathing me in. I can feel my climax building again. He's moving and twitching, feeling it, I grip hold of him.
"That's it, baby. Keep going. Fuck, you feel so good."