WDW IMAGINES

boss- Mr, Besson

You just got a new job as an assistant at some really high end rich company. Your boss being above everyone else in the company. You stand in front of the building ready for your first day. Dressed as said in the strict dress code. A short pencil skirt and a tight fitting shirt that showed off way to much cleavage for your liking. Using a scarf you wrap it around your neck to try to hide the uncomfortable amount of boob on display.

The elevator dings and you step inside holding a piece of paper with a room number on it. Room 113c floor 16. As you click the button a feeling of nervousness rushes through your stomach. It was your first job and you were scared to mess up. Your thoughts are cut short as the elevator doors open and you step out looking down the hallway. 112, 113a, 113b, aha 113c you look at the door and hesitate to lift your fist to knock. Finally getting enough courage you do so and wait for the faint voice of Mr, Besson to say come in.

Pushing the door open you slowly walk in and close the door behind you. Taking a seat in the chair in front of his desk he still hasn't looked up from his laptop.

"You must be Y/N my new assistant? You do know what you signed up for when you took this job right?" Mr, Besson asks typing on his keyboard.

"Yes sir I um think I do!" You say as you can feel yourself start to sweat. Your boss looks up at you his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. He wasn't bad looking he was actually rather handsome his blonde hair contrasting his greenish blue eyes that take up and down your body.

"Take off that hideous scarf I don't like it," Mr, Besson says removing his glasses and setting them on the table in front of him. You look away your cheeks dusted a light shade of pink. "Come on babygirl you don't want to get fired do you?"

You nod and grab the end slowly pulling the scarf off and letting it fall to the floor. Your boss stands up his chair rolling back as he puts his laptop away and clears off his desk.

"That's better," he smirks. "Now come here and be a good girl and sit on my desk," he taps the spot and you comply doing as he says.

Without any warning his hand roam your upper half and he rips your shirt exposing yourself more to the older male.

"What the hell-" he silences you with his lips on yours as he moves in the spot between your legs. "M-mr, Besson?" His lips trail down your neck sucking at the sweet milky skin.

"Shh it's daddy to you," he whispers kissing you again. Giving in you kiss back parting your mouth for his soft tongue to enter your velvety cavern. His tongue fights yours winning as he explores every inch of your mouth. You moan thrusting your hips forward rubbing against his clothed hard crotch.

He grunts his hands coming down to grip your hips harshly one of his hands slipping between your thighs to rub you through your panties. Letting out another moan he smirks into the kiss slipping underneath to tease you before slipping in one of his long slender fingers.

"You like that babygirl?" He whispers seductively he inserts another diget pumping them in and out. A feeling starts forming in the pit of your stomach as he curls his fingers. You moan throwing your head back at the pleasure ripping through your abdomen. As fast as you were about to release he retracts his wet fingers bringing them up to your lips. "Open and suck!" You do as he says whimpering as you suck on his middle and pointer fingers.

The blonde haired man uses his other hand to undo his belt letting his pants fall to the floor. His hard on is visibly shown through his boxers then without. He is huge your eyes widen as he positions himself with your entrance there was no way he would fit.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and grips your thighs again slowly sinking into you. You screw your eyes shut as he goes deeper and deeper almost like it's never ending till he suddenly stops. He pulls out leaving just his tip in before thrusting back in starting a fast pace.

"Fuck your so tight," he groans bringing his right hand to your neck as he fucks you hard. He squeezes lightly making sure you won't die but can't breath.

You can feel the warm feeling pool in your stomach again as he constantly hits your sweet spot over and over again. Bringing your legs over his shoulders he pounds deep into you. Grasping at his back leaving marks for the next few days.

"I'm gonna c-come daddy"

"Come on let's come at the same time babygirl," if possible he starts thrusting faster chasing both yours and his orgasms. "Hold it for me okay?" He pants as he tries his hardest. Finally feeling his cock twitch he reaches between your thighs and rubs you sending you over the edge. Your orgasm making your walls tighten around your bosses dick as he shoots his white strings of sperm into your core. Panting he pulls out cum overflowing.

"Fuck that was hot," he says grabbing a tissue and whipping the cum so it doesn't drip onto the carpet. "Your fist job clean my desk," you nod and try to stand up but can't because of the pain. "What's wrong princess?" Mr, Besson asks his eyes not leaving your body.

"I just I need a minute it hurts," the blonde smirks as he pulls up his jeans fixing his belt.

"I expect it to be done by the time I get back or your fired," He says walking to his office door that you had entered for the first time not even an hour prior.

"Yes boss."