Work Gets Kinky 7

[part one is here, click here to see the rest]

 

“Hey,” I say, and try to pull back, away from him, but he has my hair wrapped around his hand, wrapped tightly, and it hurts me as I pull. I tug my head again anyway, stubbornly, hoping he’ll let go. He doesn’t. Instead, he just watches me, grinning. I tug again, determinedly, thinking that if I keep doing it then eventually he’ll get the hint and let me go, but he doesn’t, and it still hurts, enough that this time I wince, and hearing that, he actually laughs.

“Let me go, asshole,” I say.

He shakes his head.

“Please?” I say, getting a little worried. This is getting out of hand.

Work Gets Kinky 6

[part one is here, click here to see the rest]

 

I kneel.

I lower myself to my knees.

I kneel there, in his office, on the carpet, in my work clothes.

I do it because it I want to keep my job, and because he’s making me, and is threatening me. But I also do it because it’s wrong enough, and dark enough, and his threat seemed serious enough, that what’s he’s making me do is actually exciting. And that means there’s something wrong with me, yes, but all the same it is. Because secretly, inside me, I want to be threatened and forced and made to do horrible things, I suppose.

Work Gets Kinky 5

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I hesitate. I swallow again and then tell myself I really have to stop doing that. I look at Eric, uncertainly. I’m getting slightly nervous, and I’m not sure what he wants. I’m not sure whether he’s actually going to try and fuck me while I tell him not to, or whether he’s just being an asshole, or thinks this is funny, or quite what’s going on. I don’t know him very well, is actually the problem. We were only ever about sex, so I never got to know him well enough, two years ago, to be able to guess what this is, right now.

I’m uncertain, and to be honest, I’m also a little torn. He’s making me uncomfortable, but he’s also starting to remind me how we were together. I’m beginning to remember how excited he used to make me, by pushing me and being demanding and making me do things I didn’t think I wanted to do.

Work Gets Kinky 4

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I should stop him, I think. I really should. I mean, I shouldn’t be here at all, I ought to have known how this would end up, and should have known better than to see him after hours. It’s completely stupid of me to be here in the first place, but now that I am, and have made that mistake, I ought to stop this right now, before it gets any worse. I should just tell him to fuck off and walk out now and leave.

I should do that, but I suppose I’m still a bit too surprised to think clearly. Or a bit to fond of him, still, to be so blunt. So instead, I stand there looking at him, trying to decide what I ought to say.

“Kneel down,” Eric says suddenly, interrupting my thoughts.

Work Gets Kinky 3

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“Do you want a drink?” Eric says, as soon as I open his office door. And then, “Oh of course not, that’s right, you don’t drink.”

“No,” I say, wondering if he really forgot. And also if that’s his idea of being funny.

“Yeah,” he says, a bit smugly. “I remember now. So why is that again?”

I just look at him. I’m pretty sure he knows. I’m almost certain I’d have explained why if I told him way back when, which apparently I did.

Work Gets Kinky 2

[part one is here, click here to see the rest]

 

We all go back to work, and I decide that this won’t be that bad. The situation is a bit awkward, I suppose, and might even get a little uncomfortable, but we’re both adults so I suppose we’ll just have to cope.

I mean, it isn’t like I haven’t run into people I’ve fucked in real life before. And it’s uncomfortable, but rarely a disaster. And I can’t be his only ex, and he certainly isn’t mine, and it can’t be like this has never happened before to anyone else, ever.

People manage, and we’ll manage, and so I decide not to worry too much.

Work Gets Kinky 1

[So this is another multi-part episodey kind of a thing. Just because! Which isn’t to say the other one is finished or anything, just that I’ll try doing this one too, for now. Because this is a bit different, although kind of, um, similar. And there’ll be a new bit, like a page or so, on Fridays for the next little while!]

 

It is an ordinary, normal day work. Ordinary and normal, except that in the middle of the morning we all get called into a quick staff meeting to be introduced to the new boss, and while I’m standing there with everyone else, looking up towards the front of the room, I suddenly realize that actually, I already know the new boss, and have slept with him, and worse than slept with him, I had a brief but kinky fling with him a couple of years ago.

The kind of brief kinky fling that involved bondage, and spanking me, and choking me too.

So that’s just a little bit embarrassing.

At Work

I’m at work, at my desk. My phone rings and I pick it up.

“Now,” you say. Just now, nothing more.

I get up from my desk, and go down the hall to your office. I knock, and go inside. “Lock the door,” you say. I turn around and do. The blinds are already closed, I notice. You’re prepared. You’ve made everything ready.

I lock the door, and as I do, you get up from your desk, and come up behind me.

“Hands behind your back,” you whisper into my ear. Whisper, so I shiver, at the warm tickle of your breath on my skin.

Workplace Tied-Up Fantasy

We have a meeting early in the morning, before any other people are at the office. We’re in a meeting room, with a closed door, with no windows, and we’re standing there arguing, probably some kind of deal, and then, for whatever reason, you just grab me, and push me down onto the table, and then hold me there.

I’m surprised. I’m suddenly lying on the desk, on my front, slightly winded and too surprised to say anything.

And then you take off your tie, and tie my wrists behind my back with it.

Suddenly I’m helpless.

I say, “Dude, what the fuck?”

Cliché Workplace Sex

The most clichéd sex I ever had was in the photocopying room at work. Um, really!

So there was a guy, and he was cute, and we got on. And blah. All of that.

And I kind of worked with him.

We went out for drinks after work a couple of times, and he was fun, and I pretty much knew I would’ve fucked him except for the whole working together thing. Because that made it seem unwise.

So told myself not to, and I told him that too, but basically, I have poor impulse control sometimes.

I let him lick me out in a parked car in a car-parking building before he dropped me off home.

So yes. Um, poor impulse control. Never mind.