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Office Teachings

Nicole and her boss Damon don't get along too well as he is disrespectful towards her in the office. But when Nicole walks in on him pleasuring himself, she considers the idea of him teaching her a few things...

TW:
This story contains swearing, male masturbation, fingering etc.
Read at own discretion...

I rolled my eyes as I watched the documents print, impatiently tapping my fingertips against my thigh as I waited. My boss, Damon, would surely yell at me, as per usual, if I didn't get the documents to him in the next five minutes. That's just the way it was. Since I had started working as his secretary, he had been utterly horrid to me. He would silence me during meetings, he would yell at me on an almost daily basis, he would make me work through lunch. I absolutely despised him.

Finally the documents finished printing. I sighed audibly as I grabbed them and walked as fast as I could to his office, nearly tripping over my own feet. I was still getting used to walking in heels. I didn't even bother knocking, knowing he wasn't doing anything other than waiting to yell at me.

I turned the door knob, freezing in my tracks at the sight before me. There he sat behind his desk, head thrown back and hand hidden from my sight. But from the groan he gave just as I walked in and the slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, coupled with the way his free hand was gripping the table, I could very easily deduce what he was doing.

"Either stay and watch or get the fuck out," he said lowly, his voice coming out gravely and desperate.

His forward statement made me drop the papers. I bent down to pick them up as fast as I could, grabbing them before turning to open the door when he groaned again. The sound sent shockwaves through my body, making my hand tremble before I could reach the door knob. I listened as a few laboured breaths left him before he groaned again, breathier this time. How did I not hear him groan before I opened the door? I yelled in my head.

"Nicole, if you're going to stay, I suggest you turn around and see what a mess you have caused."

My knees knocked together at his words, causing the documents to slip from my grasp again, landing scattered at my feet. I hesitantly turned around, not daring to look at him. This is a mistake, my head was screaming at me, but some primal instinct in me told me to stay. That he could teach me everything I had been dying to learn.

"Look at me," he said suddenly, but I was too overwhelmed.

I couldn't decipher thoughts from reality. All I knew was that this man knew things that I definitely did not. And even though I didn't know if I could trust him, I knew I could trust his knowledge on the subject.

"I won't ask again. Look. At. Me."

Slowly, I forced myself to look up at his face, his cheek and sharp jaw illuminated by the lamp on his desk and the moonlight shining in through the window. His jaw was pulled tight, pupils blown out, making his already dark brown eyes look black.

"Come closer, Little Angel."

My throat went dry at the nickname, something deep down feeling strangely comforting, and yet putting me completely on edge. I slowly took a step forward, nearly falling in my heels.

"And kick off those fucking heels. I've never liked them on you."

My confident personality had completely dried up, the only thought on my brain being what his beautiful voice would ask of me next.

I obeyed, kicking off the shoes before slowly walking over to the desk. I clutched my hands in front of me, my fingers digging into my palm so hard it stung. When I was right in front of the desk, I didn't dare look down, keeping his gaze as anticipation coupled with fear practically dripped from me.