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You shifted nervously from foot to foot in front of Ran’s office, debating whether or not to knock on those heavy oak doors. He would punish you if he knew you were up to. He hated when you distracted him from his work, but you missed him terribly. Surely he would forgive you this one time, right?
Knock knock.
“What?” Ran’s voice called from within. He sounded annoyed already.
Hesitantly, you gripped the brass knob and pushed the door open. “Ran…”
He squinted at your form standing in his doorway. “What are you doing here? You know better than to disturb me,” he chided, turning his gaze back down to the documents spread out before him. He was neck deep in paperwork and didn’t have time to entertain your childish needs.
“Ran, it’s late. Why don’t you turn in for the night?” you pleaded. He was still wearing his shirt from that morning, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons undone to reveal a sliver of the tattoos that adorned his skin. You hoped he didn’t notice you squeezing your thighs together as you eyed his exposed forearms and toned chest hungrily.
He exhaled loudly to signal his displeasure. “I’m busy. Go to bed first,” he ordered without sparing you a second glance.
You frowned at his words. You wanted his attention but he thought the stupid paperwork was more important. Well, maybe you could convince him. “Is there anything I can help you with?” you asked sweetly, running your manicured nails along the edge of the mahogany table. “Like with some paperwork or…” You moved behind him and draped your arms around his shoulders, tracing the lines of his chest tattoo with a fingertip. “Maybe some stress relief?”
His pen stopped. He had trained you better than this. You knew better than to try to tempt him when he was drowning in work, but he supposed you were just so desperate that you would take the punishment if it meant you could harvest even a shred of his attention. “How long has it been since I last touched you?”
The Bonten executive leaned back and twirled his pen between his fingers. You followed the movement with your eyes, staring at those long fingers that filled you up so nicely when he shoved them inside your needy cunt. Your thighs clenched as you considered his question. “It’s been almost a week,” you whined, giving away just how pent up you were.
He could practically smell your lust. “Hmm.” Not even a week and you were already at your wit’s end? He pondered what kind of punishment would fit your crime. “You wanna help, doll? Then take it out.”
You didn’t hesitate to kneel between his parted thighs when he rolled his chair away from the table. Deft fingers made quick work of the buttons and zipper separating you from your prize. He was already sporting a half chub, the growing tent begging to be released from the confines of his boxers. A sense of pride washed over you at the fact that he wanted this as much as you did. You palmed him through his boxers, slowly coaxing him to full length. When you saw a wet spot form, you tugged the waistband down to free his thick cock. Saliva pooled in your mouth at the sight of the fat head glistening with precum and the pulsating vein running along the underside. You licked the tip and began to pump his length, gripping his shaft tightly just the way he liked it.
Ran’s breath stuttered, the only indication that he was even remotely affected by your ministrations. He combed his fingers through your hair in a surprisingly gentle manner before making a fist and pushing your head farther down his length. “You’re such a little slut, aren’t you? Bet you’re all wet just from sucking my cock,” he taunted.
You gazed up at him from your seat between his legs, batting your eyelashes as you worked him in and out of your mouth, tongue swirling around the head to gather up all his leaking fluids. Your jaw ached with how wide you had to open up to accommodate his impressive size, but the taste of him alone made your pussy throb. Your free hand rubbed at your clit. Already, you could feel your panties getting sticky.
The hand in your hair tugged, halting your movements. “That’s enough,” Ran said, “get up.”
You released him from your mouth with a pop, giving him one last lick before slipping off your soiled panties and straddling his legs. “Ran, I want you…” You ground your bare pussy against him, one hand threading through his black and lavender locks and the other gripping his shoulder tightly. Despite the incessant ache in your core, you didn’t dare ride him without his permission.
“Tsk. Let go, you’re wrinkling my shirt,” he scolded. He snatched your wrist in one large hand. You whimpered, but the rough treatment had slick pooling between your thighs.
“Ran, please…”
He narrowed his eyes at your pathetic pleas, those purple orbs staring deep into your own. “If you want something, then call me by the proper name.”
“S-sir… please, I need it.” Your nails scratched lightly at his scalp. Any harder and you would incur a heavier punishment.
“Look at you, acting like such a needy whore. You’re making a mess all over me.”
“I’m sorry, sir…” Your words said sorry, but your actions said otherwise. You hadn’t stopped the movement of your hips.
He grabbed your hips roughly, forcing you to come to a stop. “Hmph. You’re not sorry at all. Sit on my cock then, if you’re so desperate. That should be enough for a whore like you.”
You clenched around nothing at his demeaning words, but with his permission, you lined him up with your leaking hole and swallowed him all the way down to the base in one swift movement. The stretch burned and knocked the air out of your lungs, but the pleasure you felt at finally being full outweighed the pain.
Just when you were about to start moving, Ran’s hands tightened their grip on your hips. “Dumb slut. Did I say you could move? You’re gonna keep my cock nice and warm while I finish up my work, and don’t you dare try to distract me again.” He rolled his chair toward the desk and got back to work as if he wasn’t balls deep inside your throbbing pussy.
“But–”
“But nothing. This is your punishment.”
“Yes, sir…” You whimpered and tightened around him, sucking in air to calm your racing heart. If you tested him one more time, you were sure that it would end poorly. He was already showing you unexpected mercy tonight; the last time you had worked up the courage to knock on his door, he bent you over the polished wooden table and slapped your ass repeatedly until you were reduced to a crying and drooling mess, and then he spanked you some more for having the nerve to ruin his papers. And even after all that, he still hadn’t let you cum.
So you sat there quietly, speared on his fat cock, trying to think about anything besides how much you wanted him to rail you into next year. You counted the tiles in the ceiling, read the titles of every book on his shelf, traced the outlines of his back tattoo that were faintly visible through his shirt, and watched every minute tick by with agony.
You couldn’t take it anymore. Ran wasn’t touching you or moving at all. He might’ve been content to stay wrapped up within the warmth of your walls, but you weren’t. Slowly, you gave an experimental thrust of your hips. No reaction. So you thrust your hips again, seeking whatever minimal friction you could get.
A hard smack on your ass made you jolt. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“I-I… I’m sorry, sir.”
Another resounding smack. “Stop clenching. Are you really that desperate?” he asked, exasperation thick in his tone. The sound of a pen slamming against the table made you clench harder. “Fine. Since you wanna act like such a slut, I’ll treat you like one. Get up and turn around.”
You obeyed, slowly easing yourself off his cock and whimpering at the loss. Ran impatiently shoved you forward, his large hand on the back of your neck pushing you down until your chest hit the table. The cold air against your exposed bottom made you shiver until you felt his hot girth rubbing at your folds. “Ah, please… don’t tease me…”
Smack. You jumped at the contact. “You’ve been disobedient all night. What makes you think you have the right to ask anything of me?”
“I-I’m sorry! I’ll be good, so please,” you begged. By now, you felt painfully empty.
“Yeah? You’ll be a good girl for me?” He squeezed your waist with one hand and the globe of your ass with the other, a thumb spreading your folds apart. He licked his lips at the sight of your cunt dripping like a faucet.
“Yes! I’ll be a good girl, so please… please fuck me, sir!” Without warning, he shoved his cock inside you to the hilt. “Ah! Y-you’re so deep…”
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Don’t fucking complain.” He set a punishing pace, jostling your entire body with each thrust. If it weren’t for his fingers pressing bruises into your sides, you probably would’ve been flung straight across the table. “Look at you, taking my cock so well. This tight little pussy was made for me.”
Soon, the entire office was filled with your loud moans and the squelching of your messy pussy. You could feel him reaching so deep inside you, stretching you open in the most delicious way. No matter how many times you took his thick cock, he was always too much for your tiny cunt. It felt so good when he rammed against your sweet spot, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and every last thought flying out the window. He knew exactly which buttons to press to make you crumble before him.
You felt like you were losing your mind, nails scratching at the table for something to hold on to, but all you managed to do was crumple up some of Ran’s documents in your hands. He would surely punish you for that later. “A-ah, Ran… I’m c-close…”
A hand smacked against your ass again, causing you to yelp. “That’s not my name. I thought you were a good girl. You know only good girls get to cum.” He slowed his movements, bringing you back from the edge.
Tears welled up in your eyes at the fading orgasm. “I-I’m a good girl, sir… I’m a good girl, so please let me cum,” you mewled.
“Yeah? You’re not gonna disturb me when I’m working anymore, are you?” Gradually, his thrusts picked up speed again.
“N-no, I promise! I won’t bother you again, sir, so please please…” You were babbling now, your head too fuzzy to fully understand what you were saying. All you could think about was how desperate you were to reach your high.
“Then cum,” he commanded, punctuating his words with a harsh thrust.
All at once, the coil inside you snapped and you came with a loud cry, walls convulsing around Ran’s cock.
He didn’t stop pounding into you. “Fuck, I love how tight you get when you’re cumming… this needy little cunt’s tryna milk me dry.”
“Hnngh– ah, p-please… it’s too much!” Every drag of his shaft along your walls was starting to hurt.
“It’s enough when I say it is. You were begging for my cock, so you’re gonna take whatever I give you.” A hand wrapped around your neck, pulling your tired body up against his. He squeezed just enough to make you see stars.
He used you like a toy, hips slamming mercilessly against yours. You could feel the beginnings of an orgasm start to take over again, the pain giving way to pleasure.
Ran’s breathing was heavy, his balls tightening as he prepared to release his thick load. “You’re gonna take it, baby girl, take every drop like a good little slut.” His hips stuttered and he pushed himself right against your cervix, spilling his seed deep inside you. One of his hands rubbed circles into your clit, the other still squeezing your neck tight enough to cut off your airflow.
It was too much – the lack of oxygen, the pressure on your clit, the warmth pooling inside your belly. You came for a second time that night, moaning weakly as you held onto his strong arms for dear life.
Finally, he pulled out and let you collapse against the chair. His cum trickled down your thigh, but you were too out of it to notice or care. He tucked himself back into his pants and pocketed your discarded panties – a souvenir for later.
“Ran…” you whispered, one hand outstretched as you reached for him. Your eyelids were slowly closing.
He laid a light kiss on your forehead and scooped you up into his arms. “C'mon, let’s get you to bed.”