Submitting to Her (18 page)

"So I can see that you enjoyed that,
Jones."

Zoey Schoenberg stepped beside me, and I felt
her cool fingers now encircle my cock, even giving me a little
squeeze to emphasize her point.

I remained silent, abiding by the Question
Rule.

"I'm not sure punishment should be something
one enjoys, should it?"

"No, Ma'am."

It felt gloriously dirty to have her standing
there next to me, wearing her normal office clothes while I was
naked. She was holding my cock as though wanting to help me
pee.

"Well, we'll have to think about that," she
said, and dropped my manhood again to move back over to her desk.
"Perhaps I should reconsider using young women in your discipline
like that."

My hardness was not going away. I was hoping
desperately that I might soon get the chance to perform my duty,
servicing our head of department once again. Yet after that last
comment from her, I was now curious as to whether she'd conspired
with the cleaning woman beforehand to set up my punishment.

"Come here," came her command, and I turned
to find her leaning on the front edge of her desk, having removed
her skirt and panties. She was still wearing her white blouse, her
shoes and thigh-high black stockings, and looked as though nothing
out of the ordinary was going on whatsoever - except for the
startling display between her thighs.

Her pussy looked simply stunning the way she
stood, legs slightly parted, butt perched on the edge of her desk.
Yet it was her eyes - so dark and stern and brutally intelligent
behind those delicate glasses - that drew me over, made me so
desperate to please her now.

I approached, trying not to seem like a
slavering fool, though I was completely on fire inside. With one
flick of a finger, she directed me down on the floor in front of
her.

"Now, you know what to do, Jones," she
said.

I tilted my head upwards, and craned my neck
forwards, and was rewarded with the scent, the warmth and the
delicious flavor of Zoey Schoenberg's exquisite pussy.

You would have thought it might have become
fairly routine. After work, I'd stay late, and then appear at her
office at 6pm, knocking politely before entering, often to find her
waiting for me like that, leaning against the front of her desk,
with or without her skirt or underwear, for me to come forward and
kneel before her for worship.

It wasn't routine for me, however.

Every day I felt so fortunate to be given
another chance to please her, another opportunity to experience
her, to see her beauty and attempt to enhance it with soft moans
and shrill cries of ecstasy. To inspire secret lust in those dark
eyes, to breathe in the earthy spice of her arousal, to nuzzle into
her divine pussy, nose tickled by her little smudge of dark hair,
tongue buried in her smoldering vagina, mouth flooded with her
savory goodness.

I loved her completely, I was obsessed by
her, but thanks to my terrible guilt over how I'd treated her when
she was promoted, I felt certain she couldn't ever feel the same
way back. My awful guilt was something that would stay with me,
lingering along in the background, but serving her did seem like
some kind of penance at least.

Even after what had happened with Brandon, I
felt that a worse punishment was possible. Some day, Zoey would
tire of me, and feel able to simply drop me like an empty wrapper.
In the mean time, every minute I shared with Zoey Schoenberg felt
like I'd won the lottery. Being able to serve her like that, and
have her smile at me, stroke my hair, offer me encouragement,
complements and praise as I feasted on her intimately - that was
heaven.

And I felt like a demigod whenever she
came.

Sure, I had to start wearing loose pants to
hide my reaction every time she entered the room. I had to quietly
wash my sheets every time my dreams strayed into erotic territory.
It was all worth it.

Then one evening, she finally gave me sweet,
sweet release.

It was a fairly ordinary late Thursday
afternoon, and as usual I waited for my colleagues to vacate the
premises with an increasing sense of excitement, sitting at my desk
quietly trembling, increasingly less able to focus on the work in
front of me. Being a Thursday, according to our regular schedule I
might expect to chauffeur our vice president to the gym, before
taking her home for a post-workout massage.

But this time, my colleague Paul was fussing
around until six-thirty - he was planning on going straight from
the office to a first date, and so was staying later than
usual.

"You think I should take flowers?"

"I don't know - I never did any of that
Internet dating."

"It's only a first date, right? Might scare
her off if I overdo it."

"Just don't take an ax with you."

Paul was nervous, and I found it mildly
entertaining talking about his introduction to online dating. But
if I had any degree of telepathic ability, my attempt to project it
all at my colleague to silently encourage him to get the hell out
of the office ASAP was failing miserably. I guess that was one
super power I was going to have to do without.

At last, he left, and hoping his unforced
overtime hadn't cut too badly into my time with our head of
department, almost the moment the elevator doors closed shut on him
I was up on my feet and knocking at Zoey Schoenberg's office
door.

"Come."

I opened the door, slipped inside and closed
it behind me as quickly as I was able so as not to waste a moment
of precious time. I didn't cast my eyes in my boss's direction
until the door was firmly closed.

"You can lock it, Jones. This time."

I felt my cock, already hard in my pants,
throb. This was new. Obediently, I twisted the catch, hearing the
clunk as the door bolt shot through to seal us from the world
outside.

Then I turned - and gasped.

Zoey Schoenberg had cleared most of her desk,
and was lying across it, completely naked.

"I thought I'd give you the news before
sharing it with the rest of the team," she said.

She was lying on her side, as though
positioned by an artist for a nude study. Leaning on one elbow,
hair covering one breast, she was a breathtaking vision, her curves
so streamlined and perfect, her dark eyes sparkling behind her
elegant black-rimmed glasses. An inspirational goddess laid out
before me to worship.

For a moment or two I stood frozen to the
spot, gazing at her. I could see she was aroused from the single
visible nipple, so hard on her breast. Her sex was concealed by her
closed thighs, though a hint of her dark pubic hair provided an
enticing signpost to what she might offer.

Even now, every time I saw her, I found
myself amazed that she had allowed me the access I had so far
enjoyed. I felt so unbelievably fortunate she was attracted to me.
The difficulty was in not appearing like a pathetic, quivering
wreck. I had to hold myself together.

"We won the RJS account," she said, beaming,
her pretty smile lighting up the whole room, and igniting the
combustible mix within my stomach. "Isn't that great news?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, smiling myself.

"Take off your clothes and come here," she
said. "I think a big reward is in order tonight."

Man has never before disrobed so fast. Think
ricochet sounds as buttons flew from my shirt. I saw her smile
again as my cock was revealed, already rock hard before she'd even
laid eyes on it.

"Come here," she said with a husky note to
her voice, rolling over onto her stomach now to press her breasts
into the desk beneath her, and reveal the tempting roundness of her
behind.

I didn't need asking twice, approaching her,
and then following the signals from her eyes to stand directly in
front of her face.

"You have such a nice cock, Jones," she said,
taking hold of my shaft in one hand now, and looking up at me with
a lusty grin. "Did I ever tell you that?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"It's been difficult for me to resist it, you
know," she said, biting her lip as her focus returned to my swollen
manhood. "But that's been necessary for your discipline."

"Yes, Ma'am."

She kissed the end of my manhood, and pumped
the shaft a few times with her fingers, checking out the hardness,
the girth. Then she closed her eyes and took the end of my cock
inside her mouth, appearing to be in some state of bliss as her
lips were sealed around me, bathing my sensitive tip in her warm
wetness, as her hand pulled on my shaft.

After so long without attention, I had to
focus hard to avoid a premature end.

For a few moments, as she withdrew me from
her lips and amused herself with it, exploring the shape of my
organ with her tongue and her lips, rubbing it gently over her
velvet cheeks, smiling in delight as she played with it like a
favorite toy, her womanly power seemed to soften, and she became
almost girlish again in her thrill at experiencing my cock once
again.

"Mmm… so beautiful…"

She'd hold it back and watch as her hand
pumped me, then slip my purple helmet inside her irresistible hot
mouth again, perhaps to suck me, perhaps to slide down my shaft and
fill her cheeks with my pulsating flesh.

The number of times she looked up at me, with
affectionate, possibly even adoring eyes, smiling even though her
lips were wrapped tight around my girth, it felt somehow as though
we were taking another brief vacation from our normal power
relations.

She must have been ecstatic at our contract
win - the first really big coup of her department leadership - and
I was ecstatic that I'd been able to help her win it.

I now found myself caressing her head as she
bobbed up and down on my shaft, running my fingers through all that
silky brown hair, and I suddenly scared myself that this was a
transgression of our rules. Yet she merely looked up at me and
smiled again, tucking a rogue strand of hair behind her ear, and
continued fucking me with her mouth.

Oh, she was so beautiful. The prettiest face
ever to even look at me, let alone tend to my cock like that, a
sight that seemed so obscene - my flesh all swollen and shiny,
disappearing inside her full lips.

I was beginning to wonder if she meant me to
finish in her mouth, and was even starting to fear making a wrong
decision on this issue, when she stopped, withdrew my cock and now
pulled herself up on the desk, leaning forward to draw my head to
hers in an exquisite kiss. Her hand slipped around the side of my
neck as we sucked and nibbled on each other's lips, tongues dancing
and tickling and fluttering.

"You know that I love you, don't you, Jones?"
she said, as though the celebration and apparent break from the
rules allowed anything to be said now, even something as risky as
the L-word.

Oh. My. God.

"Yes Ma'am," I said, trying so hard to be
calm while heavenly choirs were singing inside me, cannons were
firing in the distance, and every cell in my body was filling with
burning, joyous energy.

She loved me.

"Even though we might have started off on the
wrong foot, you are mine now," she said, with that oh-so-pretty
smile, "and I do so love having you."

So this was what it felt like. God, I wished
I'd known earlier in life - perhaps I wouldn't have wasted so much
time bouncing from floozy to floozy. I should have been scouring
one of Paul's online dating websites to search for The One. Except
that right now, I knew who The One was, and she wasn't on any
dating website.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to
me," I said now, caressing her cheek as I gazed into her deep, dark
brown eyes, making the most of this celebratory hiatus to risk
breaking our Question Rule. "I love you more than life itself."

I saw a gently pink flush appear in her
cheeks, and her smile stretched so wide as she took in what I'd
said.

Then she whispered: "Show me."

She leaned back on the desk, twisting her
legs under her so that her thighs could open up before me,
presenting the beautiful little flower that lay between.

I knelt on the floor and kissed her
glistening pussy lips, my tongue slipping out to tickle her there,
tasting her now familiar but strongly addictive savory flavor as
she lay back against the desk.

Her breathing became increasingly labored as
I nibbled and sucked on her tender folds, delving my tongue inside
her. I reached around one of her thighs to massage the flesh around
her clit, my hand moving over her mound to access her little button
from a different angle.

I looked up to see her hands clasping her
breasts, coaxing her flesh and squeezing her impossibly hard
nipples as though it was helping her continued fight for
oxygen.

Oh how sexy were the little noises she made,
the quiet gasping for breath, the soft sighs and moans, the purrs
as I enveloped her sensitive flower and her little pink bud in the
heat of my mouth. How I loved to lap up her juices. Yet it all
seemed to end too soon - I wanted more, but the little shimmy of
her divine body told me in no uncertain terms I'd given her a
speedy climax. I was getting too good at this - I was too familiar
with the ways to push her over the edge. I needed to learn how to
prolong things, to keep her happy while I satisfied my own inner
selfishness.

I actually felt disappointment as Zoey pushed
herself up from the desk, her flush spreading over her face and
chest, further confirmation that she'd come, albeit via a fairly
mild climax.