Jim Halpert x Dwight Schrute *smut warning*

Chapter 33 ***

BDSM WARNING! (this chapter contains mature themes and possible violence/kink description. Read at your own risk)

"Hey, guys," I say, trying to sound casual as I take a seat at the kitchen table. "What's going on?"

"Not much," Phyllis says, sipping her coffee. "Just catching up on some work."

"I'm trying to finish these expense reports," Oscar adds, typing away on his laptop.

Angela nods in agreement. "And I'm drafting some memos for Dwight."

Speaking of Dwight, I notice him walk by the kitchen, giving me a sultry look as he heads towards the men's bathroom. I raise an eyebrow, but brush it off as just another weird Dwight thing.

"So, how's everything going with the Keller account?" Pam asks, breaking the silence.

I shrug. "It's going okay. We're making progress, but it's slow. You know how it is."

Phyllis nods in agreement. "Yeah, those big accounts can take forever to close. But once they do, they're worth it."

Angela chimes in, "Speaking of big accounts, did you hear about the one that accounting landed last week? They brought in a ton of revenue."

Oscar adds, "That's great news. Maybe we'll get a bonus this year."

I laugh, "Don't get your hopes up too high, Oscar. You know how tight-fisted the higher-ups can be." We continue chatting for a while longer, and I'm enjoying the break from the stress of the day.

Dwight emerges from the bathroom, carrying a cup of...something. I can't quite make out what it is, but I can tell from the look on Dwight's face that it's not good.

"Jim," he says, holding the cup out to me. "Drink this."

I stare at him in disbelief. "What is it?" I ask, my stomach turning uneasily.

"What's in the cup, Dwight?" Pam asks, eyeing it suspiciously.

"Dwight, that's disgusting," Angela says, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

"It's something special I made for Jim." He says playfully, and I think the others might have an idea of what it is. "Now drink it."

I feel a wave of revulsion wash over me, but there's something in Dwight's tone that makes it clear he's not joking. My coworkers are watching us with interest. I think I know what's in the cup. The thick, milky liquid sloshes around inside the plastic container, and I can see little bubbles forming at the surface. Then the smell hits me. It's a musky, pungent odor, and I have to fight the urge to recoil. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I try to summon the courage to take a sip. With a deep breath, I take the cup from Dwight and lift it to my lips.

The liquid is warm and salty, and I have to fight back the urge to gag as I swallow it down. It's salty and warm, with a slightly sour aftertaste. I can feel the texture of it on my tongue, thick and slimy, and I have to force myself to drink it. But then something strange happens. As the taste fades from my mouth, I feel a sense of...satisfaction. It's like a switch has been flipped inside of me, and I suddenly want more. I want to drink every last drop of Dwight's cum.

Without even thinking, I lift the cup to my lips again and chug the rest of it down. My coworkers gasp in disbelief, but I don't care. All I care about is pleasing Dwight, and this seems to be what he wants. I can see that my coworkers are all staring at me in disgust. Angela looks like she's about to vomit, and Phyllis is covering her mouth with her hand. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but I try to keep my composure. Even Oscar, who usually likes office drama, looks absolutely appalled.

As I finish, Dwight grins at me, his eyes twinkling with something like pride. "Good boy," he says, patting my head like I'm a well-behaved dog.

I smile, trying to hide my disgust at the taste as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. "Anytime, Dwight," I say, my voice shaking slightly. "Glad I could help."

I can feel my coworkers staring at me in disgust and horror. Pam looks like she's about to pass out.

"Dwight, what the hell?!" Angela finally manages to choke out, her voice strained with disgust.

Dwight just shrugs, a smug smirk on his face. "What? It's just a little protein. Jim needs to build up his strength." He smiles, before lying through his teeth. "It's from my farm animals." I know it's not, and that makes my crotch rise in pleasure.

I can see the rest of the office starting to gather around, drawn in by the commotion. I know I should feel embarrassed and ashamed, but all I can think about is how much I want Dwight to continue taking control of me.

Pam finally speaks up, her voice trembling slightly. "Jim, are you okay? That was really messed up."

I nod, still feeling the aftertaste of Dwight's cum in my mouth. "I'm fine," I say, my voice hoarse. "It was...it was something I wanted to do."

Yeah a little mini submission chapter. It's pretty good. It's fine I guess. It's meh.