For all of my loyal readers, this is just a little something to keep you entertained while I work on a great sequel to I'll look after you. I hope you all enjoy!
Attention FF Readers: This story is a everlarkrecs Dirty December Challenge. It was written solely for that purpose and will have a few more chapter for the challenge. This is pure smut. Each week the challenge explores a different "dirty" sexy deed. Week 1 was bdsm. This is by no means a '50 shades of grey' spin off for those of you who associate bdsm only with 50 shades. I would like to clarify this because some guests have expressed their confusion. bdsm in a story does not make it just like 50 shades of grey. So I am now setting the record straight. Should some 50 shades undertones be present, well who can resist a christian grey?
I had been working at The Mellark Corporation for three weeks when I first saw him. His intense blue eyes only met mine for a moment but it was enough to keep me wet for the rest of the day. When I saw him again a week later, I had to squeeze my legs together under my desk to try and relieve some of the sexual tension. I wanted that man badly. Every time I saw him, I had to remind myself that he was out of my league. That was putting it mildly. Apparently, I made an impression as well because a week later I was asked to interview as his personal assistant. I really needed this job to support my family so the chance at a promotion so soon was a gift from heaven. The added bonus was that I would be able to look at him multiple times a day. I probably would have to start fingering myself in the bathroom once he started speaking to me.
Peeta Mellark, CEO of the Mellark Corporation, was to put it accurately an Adonis. He was tall with broad shoulders and short blonde hair. His custom suits accentuated his strong muscular build instead of hiding it like it would most men. I wore my best dress and even shaved my legs in anticipation of my first meeting with my new boss. I knocked lightly on his large oak door until I heard a strong male voice say, "come in."
I entered the room nervous all of a sudden. I desperately wanted to make a good impression.
"Close the door behind you Ms. Everdeen." I did as I was told and turned back around walking further into his office. The room was a large and masculine. There was a small conference table in one corner and a seating area with plush leather chairs in the other. At the center of the room, there was a massive oak desk with a black leather top. The far wall behind the desk was made entirely of floor to ceiling windows. Mr. Mellark's back was turned towards me as he looked out them at the view of the bustling city below. The view was spectacular and it had nothing to do with the downtown skyline.
When he turned around and looked at me, my breath caught as his intense gaze landed on me. "Ms. Everdeen, do you know how I managed to become one of the most powerful people in the country?" I had to clear my throat before I answered him.
"No sir I don't."
"I got to where I am by never settling for anything but the best in all aspects of my life. I have no tolerance for laziness, mistakes or disobedience. I am an extremely demanding employer, but if I am please, I can be exceedingly generous. I understand that you come highly recommended from your previous position. Your resume is rather spectacular." I blushed at his praise knowing I didn't deserve any of it.
After all, strictly speaking my resume was completely fabricated. I had been desperate to be in a job that paid more then minimum wage and I knew no one would hire a 23 year old college dropout who's job history included bartending at Señor Swankees and waitressing at Hooters. So I sort of borrowed my filthy rich cousin's Ivy League resume without asking. She was traveling abroad for the next year so I really wasn't hurting anybody.
"Thank you," was all I managed to say in return. "I found it curious, Ms. Everdeen, that when I did a Google search of you, the images that came up looked absolutely nothing like your picture," he replied back nonchalantly. Oh shit. Think fast.
"My cousin and I share the same name. She is the photogenic one in the family," I said. There that sounded legitimate, completely believable.
"I assumed it was something like that until your cousin's LinkedIn page connected her face to her resume. My private investigator confirmed my suspicions. As it turns out, Ms. Everdeen, you are a fraud."
I started to panic. Oh shit. How did this happen? Stupid! Stupid! Shit! I decided to make a B-line for the door when his words halted me. "Stop Ms. Everdeen. Good. Now come here." I started to move back towards his desk in the center of the room. "Closer." I walked even closer to the desk until I was almost touching it.
"What is your full name? The real one," he demanded of me, his voice remaining calm on the outside but his undertones were lined with steel.
"My name is Katniss Everdeen, sir."
"And how old are you, Katniss?"
"I'm 23, sir."
"I take it, you need this job?"
"Yes sir, desperately. My mother is in a mental health facility and my younger sister is in medical school. Neither will be readmitted if I don't get the bills paid."
"Do you think that's reason enough to steal your cousin Catherine's identity?"
I could have lied and told him what he wanted to hear, but I thought fuck it. It can't get much worse. "Yes sir, I need it more then she does. I would do anything for this job."
"What will you do when I blackball you from ever working in this city again?"
I froze at that. I didn't even think about the ripple effects of pissing off the city's most powerful businessman. "I… I….please don't. I'm sorry. I just needed the job," I nearly begged him.
"If you wish to keep your job, you must be punished for your actions," he said to me.
I was shocked at what he just said. Did I hear him right? Was he still willing to hire me?
"Are you willing to accept whatever punishment I decide for you?"
"I want to hear you say it."
"I will accept whatever punishment you decide," I said I was so thankful at the chance to possibly still get this job.
"Fine, get undressed."
"I'm sorry?" I said back assuming I didn't hear him correctly.
"You heard me. Take off your clothes. Leave the heels on."
I fought an inner battle with myself. I watched his face to see if he was laughing at me. Maybe he was trying to humiliate me for deceiving him. His face was void of all expression, but his eyes were serious. I took a deep breath and made my decision. This job was worth the risk of humiliation. Besides, I had imagined what it would be like to be naked with this man. Unfortunately, this was definitely not what I had in mind.
My hands shook as I started unbuttoning the front of my dress. His gaze followed my fingers as they moved slowly down the line of buttons. I let the dress fall to the floor and bent down to pick it up. I folded the dress and stood before him in nothing but my lacy lingerie set and four-inch heels. I was proud of myself for keeping my cool and I secretly hoped he liked what he saw. I would not be at all opposed to having his warms hands on my body.
"Now bend over and put your hands on the desk." I didn't know where he was going with this punishment, but his husky voice was turning me on. I moved over to the desk and did what I was told. I knew I should be mortified at standing almost naked in front of this man, but I strangely wasn't. I actually kind of liked it.
He took off his jacket and placed it over his chair before moving around the desk to stand behind me. "You're showing off your little ass like your enjoying this, Katniss. Is this what you thought about when I would walk past you in the halls? Is this what you imagined as you rubbed your thighs together trying to calm your throbbing little clit?" I felt my pussy ache at his words. I had no idea he'd seen me watching him these past couple months.
"Before I agree to let you continue to work here Katniss, I need to know that you're going to obey my every command," he said as I felt his large hand slide down my bare back and unclip my bra. I gaped at the unexpected liberty, but all it did was get me hotter. "Are you going to obey me, Katniss?" he asked as I felt his hand continue down my back and squeeze my ass cheek roughly.
"Yes," I breathed out. He continued to move his hand along my ass until I felt him curl his fingers into the sides of my panties and slowly pull.
"Good. Remember Katniss, I only punish when you disobey me. When you please me however, I can be very..." I felt him pull my panties the rest of the way down. "very..." his fingertips traced over my opening. "generous."
Before I knew what had happened, I felt a searing pain on my ass. He had smacked my ass with his hand. I screamed out in surprise. The next time, he hit me even lower and the painful burn turned to scalding pleasure. His hand came again and this time when I whimpered out in pain, I felt moisture seep down my thighs.
"Are you taking pleasure in your punishment, you little whore?" he said to me before I felt him hit me again. When I didn't respond, I felt it again. Whack! He had hit me right over the area above my clit. I whimpered out in sexual frustration and a little pain.
"Are you going to ever lie to me again, Katniss?" he said.
"No sir, never." I must have said what he wanted to hear because I felt his hand rub my sore ass soothingly. I was so turned on. I thought about asking him to just fuck me like this. Right here and right now."
"Do you think about me, Katniss?" he asked me.
"What do you think about?"
"I think about sucking your thick cock until you squirt hot liquid cum down my throat." I can't believe I admitted that. On the other hand, he said to be honest and I was letting it all hang out.
"Show me," he said.
I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I got down on my knees before him as he leaned his body against the desk. I let my unhooked bra fall from my shoulders as I moved my hands to undo the fastening of his pants. I felt his hard dick under the material and quickly pulled down the pants and boxer briefs. When he sprang free, it was even more beautiful than I had imagined. I curled my hand around his thick base and took him slowly into my mouth. I heard him moan out in pleasure as I wrapped my moist tongue around his tip. His large hand came up and buried itself into the dark hair on the back of my head. I felt him take over control as he thrust into my mouth, his tip hitting the back of my throat before he pulled back out again. I brought my hands up and began to tickle and cup his sack.
"You like taking my big cock, don't you Katniss?" He continued to thrust in and out of my mouth. I let out a moan of pleasure at his words and continued to suck greedily on his length. "You're very dedicated to your task. Do you like pleasing your master Katniss?"
His words had me whimpering out again as I started swirling my tongue around his cock in time to his thrusting. "Fuck Katniss, you're taking me so deep," He moaned out loud. "Just like that. Good girl. Oh, I am going to shoot off in your throat, you dirty slut. FUCK!"
I felt his cock begin to expand and jerk in my mouth. He stayed my mouth with both his hands as he pumped into me one last time. The hot jizz he released overwhelmed my mouth and I quickly swallowed the salty concoction while his dick was still in my mouth. I couldn't get enough of it. I began to swirl my tongue around him lapping up every last drop. I was so wet for him that my thighs were slick and shiny with my juices. He pulled himself from my mouth.
"Good girl. I think you have learned you're lesson. Don't you Katniss?" He said to me as he began to refasten his pants.
I was still licking my lips as I watched him get dressed. "Yes, sir." I was so hot for him I would say anything to get him to fuck me right now.
"Katniss, I am hiring you to work as my personal secretary on a trial basis. I will need you to work the night shift tonight. Will that be a problem?" He asked me as he went behind his desk to retrieve his suit jacket.
"Thank you, sir. I appreciate the second chance. I will not let you down and I can work the nightshift whenever needed." Nightshift? I hope to God this meant what I thought it did. Was I to stay late with Mr. Peeta Mellark and service him the entire night? I truly hoped so.
He came over to me and dropped a trench coat into my lap. "Put this on there's no need for you to get dressed again for what I intend for you." My pussy contracted at his simple command. I could only imagine what he intended for me.
I quickly shrugged on the trench and tied it around my waste. When I looked up Mr. Mellark was standing by a private door that matched the wooden wall paneling. "Lets go Ms. Everdeen. I am late for an appointment."
I followed him quickly out the door taking my discarded clothing with me. When the door closed behind us, I realized it was a private elevator that took us down to the executive parking garage. I guess this was the reason I never saw Mr. Mellark enter through the front of the building. He led me over to his Porsche and told me to buckle up. It was late evening and I was horny as hell. Peeta all but ignored me as he talked business on his car phone. I was starting to get antsy from my unsatisfied clit and was shifting around uncomfortably in the fast car.
When we came to a red light, Peeta slammed his foot on the break and put the mute button on the car phone letting his business associate keep talking.
"If you are going to insist on distracting me, at least it will be entertaining for me," he said as he put the car in park. He took off his tie and grabbed my wrists in his hands. Before I knew what he was doing, he had tied my hands behind me to the headrest. Then he opened up the glove compartment and took out what looked like a metal bullet.
"Spread your legs." I didn't know what he intended, but I did what he said anyway. I felt him dip his finger quickly inside me and I let out a moan at finally feeling him pay attention to my pussy. He removed his finger just as quickly and inserted the bullet in me instead. Before I could ask what he was doing, he took his silk handkerchief from his inside pocket and had tied it around my mouth to the back of my head. The cloth was meant to keep me from speaking.
"That should do it." I was incredibly confused about what this accomplished. While the cold bullet inside me was interesting, it didn't relieve any of the pressure inside of me.
When the light turned green, Peeta pressed a button on a small remote before continuing his drive. Suddenly, the bullet started vibrating inside of me and I let out a whimper of pleasure. Oh sweet heavens. The tiny vibrator was making my inner walls pulse repeatedly, spurring my pleasure higher and higher. I was panting hard and getting extremely close to my climax when the vibrator shut off. I looked over at Peeta in a panic and he just had a smile on his face. He had shut off the vibrator keeping my from cumming. I whimpered and tried to reach for my clit with my fingers intending to finish myself off. That's when I remembered he had tied my hands behind my back. I struggled to free myself but my bindings wouldn't budge. Being restrained like this was such a turn on, but I could not appreciate the pleasure because of how desperate I was to reach my peak. I tried calling out Peeta's name, but the noise was muffled from the mouth gag.
"Do you want to cum you little slut?" I shook my head in affirmation vigorously.
"Are you a filthy whore who wants to orgasm in her bosses car while he sits right next to you and watches?" I moaned at his hot words and nodded my head again.
"I want to hear you beg for it." I started whimpering and screaming with the gag still muffling my sounds and making my words incoherent. I attempted to make eye contact. He turned on the vibrator to a higher setting and I felt my hips shoot off the seat at the renewed pulsing. I got to my climax even faster for him to shut it off again.
I looked over at him incredulously and began to moan and whimper again. "Silence! Can't you see I'm on a business call?" he said to me. I immediately quieted as much as I could. My heavy pants making it hard to be silent. Just as I felt tears prick my eyes at the acute unfulfilled pressure, the vibrator whirled back on to an even higher level. The heavy pulsing was exactly what I had been craving and I found myself grinding my hips into the seat of his car trying to stimulate my clit as well. I was so close. I was beyond caring how I must look right now. The vibrations of the car movements was helping spread out the pulsing sensation. I was once again at the edge of the precipice when we hit another red light. Peeta untied the knot at the back of my head and removed the gag quickly.
"Did you like having that gag in your mouth my little slut?" He said to me.
"Yesss sir. Yess. Oh yes," I moaned out in pleasure as the vibrator worked me.
"Good. Are you going to be an obedient assistant and wait to climax until I allow you?" Was he serious? Oh god. I didn't know if I could wait. I was so damn close already.
"Answer me, Katniss."
"Yes sir. I will be obedient," I moaned
"Very good. You may continue, but you must answer all of my questions. If you stop answering, I will withhold my permission to let you climax longer."
"So how does the vibrator feel inside of your sweet pussy, Ms. Everdeen?"
"Amazing…sir. O god so good."
"I'm happy to hear that. What would you do if that was my cock you were riding instead?"
His words were making it harder to keep the climax at bay, but I continued to answer as he commanded. "I would fuck your brains out sir." I panted. "I would ride you hard and fast and wouldn't stop until you screamed my name in pleasure begging me for release." I cried out.
"I'm very happy to hear that Ms. Everdeen. Perhaps I will let you do just that a little later. Not that I would expect you to succeed, but you are more then welcome to try. I have never once in my life begged," he said to me in a clear challenge I wanted so hard to prove.
"Scream to me as if I was the one pumping into you right now."
"Oh god. Please sir, harder. Harder. Please rub my clit. Please please." The pressure was mounting hard. This command was making me lose control and I felt my instincts taking over. "Sir I beg you. Let me come. Please I need it. I'm so close. FUCK! I'm so close! Please! Please!"
"If I let you climax. will you agree to being mine exclusively for as long as I choose?"
"Yes! Fuck yes! Yes! I promise!"
"Then you may orgasm Ms. Everdeen."
His words set me free and I found myself skyrocketing toward my finish. In what felt like seconds I was pushed over the edge and screaming my relief at the top of my lungs. As I came down from my high my entire body felt like it had turned to jelly. The vibrator continued to buzz drawing out every last wave and caused me to jolt periodically when I was completely sated. I wanted nothing more then to lay down and take a nice long nap. I had just closed my eyes when the car stopped.
"Here we are, Ms. Everdeen. Please be prepared to take notes this is a very important meeting we are attending," Mr. Mellark said to me as he removed his tie and rewound it around his neck.
"I expect you to act professional at all times. There are some very important people in attendance tonight and you will be reflecting me."
My heart was pounding and I was breathing fast as I realized he expected me to work and act professional when all I was wearing was a trench coat soaked in my juices. Was this a joke?
TO BE CONTINUED…
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