Then Beg For It |18+

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Kathleen

The metal doors of the elevator slid open and I stepped out of them. Simon called me over with his hand and I pulled my eyebrows together walking over. He leaned forward, "Please fix whatever you did to Mr. Sterling." He whispered, "He's been in a mood all morning."

"I did tell him I was coming late..." or could it be about what I denied him in the break room. I could feel my chest swell thinking about the latter. I winked at Simon, "Don't worry your pretty little head about it."

I knocked on the door of his office, "What?" I was taken aback for a second by the attitude in his voice, "I mean come in." I chuckled slightly and I twisted open the door. His gaze softened at the sight of me, "Kathleen.."

I closed it behind me, "Roman..." I walked over to one of the leather chairs, taking in his appearance as I did. The top buttons of his shirt was undone, his hair wasn't styled back roaming wild on his head, his face seemed pale and he was sitting on the edge of his seat. I sat down and smiled, "How are you kitten?"

"It feels like I have a 500 pound metal piece in my pants and I can't reach in to take the weight off." He groaned softly, "Just looking at you makes it worse." He whispered softly, "I almost came washing it."

I leaned back in my seat, my slouched body causing my skirt to inch up, "Almost? Did some come out?"

He shook his head, "No..." His gaze fell to my legs and he grunted, "Nothing came out, not a single drop."

I licked my lips biting the bottom one, "Good boy..." I slowly readjusted myself in my seat, "How's Tem?"

Roman wiped his forehead, "Doing her job." I lifted an eyebrow, "She just does her job Kathleen, that's all."

I stood up and walked over behind his desk, I turned him in his chair so that he faced me. I ran my fingers through his hair tipping his head back, holding his nape. I could feel the heat and sweat from his body against my palm, "Promise kitten?"

"Yes Miss..." He said breathlessly, his face a blotchy red and his hands rubbing his knees.

I loved it when he was a good boy. I lowered myself down on his lap and his hands instantly grabbed onto my thighs. I brought my mouth to his ear, "Let's do something about that weight, yes?" I pulled back to look in his dark eyes, "Hmmm?"

They were flooded with desire and want, "Please."

I held the back of the chair and rubbed myself against him, his erect dick protruding hardly into me. He threw his head back into the chair and held onto my thighs tighter as I moved my hips in a circular motion. He grunted and I leaned forward, kissing down his neck as I quickened my pace.

"Miss..." He moaned as I kissed and nipped my teeth across his Adam's apple. I brought my mouth up his chin and stopped when my top lip reached his bottom one. He tipped his head down, our lips against each others slightly touching. I kept a distance, moving my hand down to his torso so I wouldn't fall off him.

My grinding got slower and his breaths against my open mouth got heavier. "Come Roman..." I put a hand on his neck and pushed his head back into the chair. One of his hands on my thigh held onto my waist as I increased my pace again, "Come for me bitch."

I brought my thumb to his lips and pushed it into his mouth. He choked a bit and I bit my lip, teasing his throat further by replacing my thumb with my index and middle finger. I slowly pulled my fingers out of his mouth, spit trailing down. I sucked on my fingers before licking the spit from his face. I slowly dragged my tongue across his lips and he groaned as I did.

He shut his eyes closed and I could feel his erect dick pulse underneath me. He took a deep breath before opening his eyes after a moment, "Thank you Miss."

I got off of him, "I'm not done with you yet..." I walked back over to my bag and slowly pulled out a black rope, "I still have so much to teach you Roman..." I brought my bag over and began tying Roman to the chair, "You forget who's in charge Mr. Sterling..." I pulled on the ropes and he grunted, "I think I have to step it up to make sure you never forget kitten."

I finished tying him up and pulled something else out of my bag. It was a gag, and in the middle of the straps was a decent sized ball. I sat down on the table in front of him, swinging the gag loosely on my finger, "Look at you..." I whispered to him, "Pathetic little boy."

He stared down at me and I tilted my head to the side, "Am I wrong Roman?"

"No Miss." I pushed myself off the table and brought the tip of the gag to his mouth, "I'm pathetic..."

I pulled the gag straps over his head, "I know." I pushed the ball into his mouth and his mouth widen, holding the ball in place. I pinched his chin and tilted his head up, "Mommy's pathetic little boy..."

I slapped him and his entire face was thrown to the side, my handprint slowly developing on his face. I could see the front of his pants become heightened once again. I pulled his face forward, "You like that?"

Before he had the chance to complete his head nod I slapped his other cheek. Just as before, a four finger red mark slowly began to appear across his cheek. I put my hand on his face and squished his cheeks so that he looked at me. He winced against the ball gag and I smiled holding his face tighter, "You need this.."

I used my other hand to rub him and he fidgeted in the ropes as I leaned closer, "You need me..."

I chuckled staring into his eyes, "And I want you to beg for it Roman Sterling."

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End of Chapter Four.