Falling into Black (3 page)

What a stupid thing to
think. Was I some schoolgirl and was he the popular guy? Shit. It kind of was
like that.

"Your phone’s off,”
said and crossed his muscular arms over his toned chest.

A blush heated my
cheeks. "It is? I'm so sorry, Mr. Black. Do you need anything else?"

"Breakfast. A bagel
and orange juice from the kiosk will do. And hurry up. The meeting is at 11:30
and we need to go over some notes before then."

My face burned with
embarrassment, and I nodded. "Yes sir. Right away, sir."

I turned my phone back
on, and rushed to get his food. Would he see this as another chance to punish
me? A thrill of lust coursed through my veins. Wait? Did I want to get punished
again? If not, why did the idea excite me so much?
What the hell was wrong
with me?

I couldn't shake the
thought from my mind as I grabbed his breakfast and hurried back up to his
office. As I set down his food, my hands shook.

If he noticed he didn't
say anything. Mr. Black only nodded and handed me a pile of notes.

"Read those out
loud," he ordered and goose bumps formed across my skin at the sound of
his sexy smooth voice.

I read to him, pleased I
kept my voice even and didn’t stumble over my words in his presence. Then, like
things usually do, everything went awry.

As I was handing the
notes back to Mr. Black my hand bumped into his glass of orange juice, spilling
its contents over his desk and the important papers scattered across it.

"Oh!” I yelped and
jumped up. "I'll clean this up right away, Mr. Black! Right away!"

I grabbed some paper
towels from the bathroom and mopped up the mess, apologizing the whole time.

I can't believe it.
First I spill coffee on my perspective boss now this? He was going to fire me.
Fire me for sure! And I'd just gotten my first paycheck too!

"I'll print you
some new ones," I said and gathered the sopping papers from his desk, but
Mr. Black grabbed my wrist and squeezed it.

Tentatively, I glanced
at him, but the frown on his face told me everything I needed to know. I was in
for it now.

"Hurry up with that,
Alicia. We have less than an hour before the meeting starts."

My heart slammed in my
chest as I ran out of his office and fumbled with my computer to make copies.
Did that mean he wasn't going to punish me? Or was he just waiting until later?
My mind buzzed with the possibilities.

By the time I finished
getting everything in order we only had about 15 minutes before the meeting
started. I rushed into his office with the papers in hand, but Mr. Black just
glanced at me.

"Shut the door and
come here," he said.

I walked toward his
desk. The tone in his voice was the same he'd used when he interviewed me --
the tone I hadn't heard in just over two weeks. My skin prickled with excitement
at the look in his eyes, the look of the predator about to pounce on its prey.

And I was the prey.

Gently, I set the papers
down and waited.

"We don't have much
time, but I want to be thorough so you fully understand what you did
wrong."

My breath caught in my
throat, and I nodded. What was he going to do to me? And would I like it as
much as I liked his other punishment?

"Are you going to
spank me again, Mr. Black?" I managed to ask. I know he said we weren't to
speak of it again, but how could I not?

A dangerous smirk slid
across his lips. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Alicia? No, this time it
will be much worse. Lift up your dress. Now!"

I did as he said,
slipping the formfitting red material over my rounded hips. He took in my fully,
curvy thighs and the thin black lace panties I wore. Just one look from his
piercing blue eyes dampened my pussy. Roughly and without preamble, he yanked
them down and bent me over his desk.

So he was going to spank
me?

I gripped on the smooth
wood and bit my bottom lip in anticipation.

But the stinging
punishment never came. Instead, he opened one of his desk drawers and fumbled
around with something inside -- something that sounded plastic.

Sweat beaded on my back
and my chest.

What was he going to do
to me?

The heat of his touch
was enough to get me even wetter. Then, one large finger slipped into my depths
and I moaned, keeping still no matter how badly I wanted to push back into it.

"Look at how wet
you are,” Mr. Black growled, his other hand massaging the roundness of my butt.

Then, his finger slipped
out and a little plastic dildo slipped in. It didn’t feel very long, maybe
about three inches, but the girth made up for it. I gasped, and he pushed it in
until the base was flush with the entrance of my slick cunt. Then he slid my
panties back up and lowered my dress in a matter of fact way.

"You’ll wear that
for the whole meeting," Mr. Black said with a smile on his lips. "And
I hope you don't spill anything."

I shifted my thighs,
wondering how I was supposed to walk normally down the hall with that thing
buried inside me. "Yes, Mr. Black," I said, my skin on fire with
want.

Quickly, he put
something into his pocket, and he hurried me down the hall toward the meeting.
I tried to walk around the bulge inside of me, the walls of my sex squeezing it
-- every step seemed to make it shift and move; sending a sensation of hot
desire through my veins.

I bit my lip to keep
from moaning as I set the papers in front of each chair. Slowly, the
shareholders shuffled into the room, and I wondered how I was going to keep my
cool for a whole forty-five minutes.

At least it wasn't
moving. Sure, my body ached for release- for Mr. Black to satisfy me again, but
I didn’t know if that's what this punishment was meant to provide.

Probably not. He was
just trying to teach me not to be so clumsy.

I stood in the corner,
trying to be inconspicuous, as Mr. Black stood in front of the gathered men and
women. In truth, I didn't really pay attention to his speech about the
company's recent growth and increased earnings. Sweat beaded on my brow -- my
heart hammering in my chest, and I had to clench my hands at my sides to keep
from touching myself.

Then Mr. Black pointed
at me. "I like to introduce my new personal assistant, Alicia Jones. Ms.
Jones will be getting everyone water and refreshments if they want it," he
said and smiled at me knowingly.

I nodded and hoped my
cheeks weren't as red as they felt. For a moment every shareholder in the room
looked at me, sizing me up, seeing if I was worth Mr. Black's time. One woman
in particular gave me an evil stare. Her smooth blonde hair was wound in a neat
bun at the back of her head, and her tight black dress and impossibly high
heels looked like some fancy designer whose name I probably couldn't pronounce.
Maybe she had a thing for Mr. Black?

Well, she could get in
line.

Although she looked like
the kind of woman he'd have a thing for too.

I knew with everyone
staring at me like that I should’ve felt nervous and embarrassed, and I was --
to a point. But the idea that none of them knew about the dildo -- no one but
Mr. Black and me had any idea that thing sat lodged inside my pussy -- made
little shocks of desire spread over my skin.

Then just as I was about
to start filling up water cups it started buzzing. The slow, steady sensation
tickled my already sensitive nerves, sending jolts of excitement through my
body. I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud and making everyone in the
meeting think I was some kind of pervert or weirdo.

Turning around, I
noticed Mr. Black leaning against the table with a look of complete innocence
on his face. But I knew this was his doing. It had to be!

The container of water
shook in my hands, and I squeezed my thighs and take a deep breath to brace
myself as I poured. Each tremble of the little plastic device drove me crazy
with lust.

Hot and cold waves of
desire flooding my body all at once. The sounds of the meeting rose around me,
and I tried to pay attention to them, to focus on something else besides the
pulsating piece of plastic in my sopping pussy.

I gripped onto the water
pitcher, relishing in the way my hands pinched as I squeezed the metal handle.

Mr. Black had a chart on
the screen and droned on about some new investments the company was thinking
about. But the whole time he kept his eyes glued on me and my predicament. As I
got the platter of sandwiches from the snack tray and moved to set it in the
center of the table the vibrator move faster.

He turned it up!

 I gasped at the
increase in speed and the shivering delight as it assaulted my body. How was I
supposed to breathe properly with that thing tingling me into an oblivion of
passion? Each shiver sent shocks of pleasure coursing through my body. At least
he hadn’t buried one in my clit as well. That would have been too much!

I nearly dropped the
platter on the table as my body reached its peak -- the orgasm shaking me to my
very core. My jaw clenched, all my muscles wound as tight as possible, and I
could still hardly hold back my aching satisfaction with a muffled squeak.

A few of the surrounding
shareholders looked at me strangely, and I couldn’t blame them. I'd look at
someone who made that sound weird too. Glancing at the clock, I frowned.

How was I supposed to
keep this up for another 25 minutes?

Once everyone had their
refreshments, I retired back to the corner and crossed my legs. I must've
looked ill and feverish. My skin felt flushed and damp with sweat -- waves of
intense need spread from my sex and across the rest of my body.

My pussy dripped so
badly I was sure the juices would run down my legs. My panties just couldn't
hold it all in -- but still the vibration didn't stop.

Everything excited my
senses -- the smile on Mr. Black's lips, the sensation of the chair against my
thighs, the smell of sweat and perfume filling the room. I'd never been so
ruthlessly satisfied in my life.

By the time the meeting
ended it was hard to hold onto a coherent thought. My mind awash with lust --
the only thing I could think about was the building ache in my groin and the
next earth shattering release.

I nodded and smiled, trying
to keep my composure as the shareholders shuffled out of the room. Several
glanced at me with worried expressions and mumbled how I must be ill.

If they only knew!

Once the last one
climbed into the elevator for the long ride back to the ground floor, Mr. Black
walked up to me. Slowly, he pulled a little remote control out of his pocket
and clicked it off.

"Good job, Ms.
Jones. You didn't spill anything. At least not on the table," he said and
chuckled. "Bend over so I can get my toy back."

Shaking, I did as he
said. The cool smooth surface of the table eased my feverish and oversensitive
skin. His hands burned as he pushed up my dress, fingers moving with seductive
deliberation, gripping my black lace panties and pulling them over my hips.

Instead of removing it,
he poked it with his finger -- shoving the plastic deeper inside my needy hole.
Another finger tickled my hungry clit, and I let out a long suppressed moan at
the intrusion.

"Looks like you
spilled plenty down here," he groaned and ran a long finger around the
base of the vibrator, making my body shutter.

My cheeks burned out of
embarrassment, and I pressed my face against the table while lifting my ass
toward him.

“So wet,” he mused, his
breath tickling my sex.

In that moment, my heart
seemed to stand still.

What was he going to do
now?

Then the first flick of his
tongue collided with my slit, just the tip slowly tasting me. Another puff of
air and he licked me again, the gentle teasing enticing my lusty being. His
fingers dug into my full thighs, forcing them open further as he lapped at my
sex with greedy lick after lick.

I tried to grip onto the
table, but my fingers slipped over the smooth surface, my body writhing under
his hands and mouth.

I moaned and panted,
moving my hips in time with each succulent stoke. He lapped with precision, his
fingers gripping my flesh until it ached, but my whole body begged for more.

My mind swam wild with
pleasure so sharply I never wanted it to end -- only wanted more of him on me,
his body ravishing mine with his thrilling tongue.

The familiar tingle
started in my mound, the build up of an intense pressure that wound through my
veins like the roots of a plant. Suddenly, it overflowed and my whole body
shook at the intensity of the orgasm. I moaned so loudly I was sure someone on
the floor below us heard.

For a moment, he panted
on my satisfied cunt, his hot breath drawing out my pleasure. Then he pulled
the vibrator free with a slick pop and smacked my ass twice before he hiked up my
panties and lowered my dress.