Chapter 32

Crissy

The plug Grant had put in my ass was driving me wild. I had no idea how I was going to go the rest of the day with soaked panties, and if I didn’t do something about it soon, it would be soaking through my skirt. I thought about gathering up some toilet paper and shoving it down my underwear, but then Grant called me into his office.

His voice sounded in my headset through the intercom I’d set up between my desk and his, and relief flooded my system. I grinned at him through the window as I peeled it from my head, then started in and shut the door behind me.

I locked the door just like he had asked before I turned back to him. It was the company’s lunch hour, so the entire floor had cleared out. Grant beckoned me with his finger. My legs trembled at the idea of his cock pressing into my ass, and I approached his side before he twirled his finger. I turned around, my juices dripping down my thighs. Then I felt him run his hand up my back, pressing me down to bend over.

His hands rolled up the backs of my thighs, pushing the fabric of my skirt up my legs. My ass came into view, my cheeks trembling with anticipation. I thought he was going to remove the plug, maybe clean me up with his tongue. But instead, he stood behind me and reached his hand around for my clit.

I jumped as his fingertips found my swollen bud. Then his other hand danced along my ass. His hand was teasing me, causing me to thrust my hips downward to try to gain more friction.

But the wanton need for release just kept building when he slowly started turning the plug between my ass cheeks.

“Fuck, Grant.”

He smacked my ass as punishment, and I jumped. I’d forgotten this was a lesson he was teaching me, and I begged him for his hand. The words dripped from my mouth as his fingertips paused above my clit, and it wasn’t until I dropped my pussy into his hand that he started his strokes again.

“Yes, Mr. Jacobs. Just like that.”

“You like that sensation, Miss Marks? The feeling of something filling your asshole?”

“Yes. Fuck, I wish it was you, Mr. Jacobs. I wish it was you.”

I was aware of how desperate I sounded, but I didn’t care. He grasped the plug, slowly pulling it out before he slid it back in. My legs trembled and my knees threatened to cave. I shifted myself between his body and his desk, leaning over it as my tits pressed into the cool wood of the desk’s surface. His fingertips circled my clit faster, causing my legs to buckle underneath me as the butt plug continued its driving instructions. He was tormenting me, holding me at the cusp of my orgasm but not allowing me to fall over.

Soon, I was bucking back into him. He held the plug for me, and I slammed my ass into it, hearing him chuckle as his fingers slid into my pussy. Never had I felt so full in my entire life, and my body began to shake on his desk.

“Please let me come,” I begged. “Please, Mr. Jacobs.”

“Not until I say so,” he said.

“Oh fuck. Grant, I can’t take this anymore. Please. I’m so close. Please.”

He cracked his hand down on my ass again, and I whimpered as the sensation went away. I tried to keep bucking. I felt like a wild animal chasing after its prey on an empty stomach. I collapsed onto his desk, drooling from all the sensations as I drenched the papers underneath my cheek.

“Don’t worry,” he said as he massaged my ass cheeks. “It’s nothing important.”

I felt the butt plug leave my ass, and my cheeks trembled with mercy. I heard a squirting sound before a cool sensation dripped down my crack, and I jumped before Grant’s hand pressed me harder into his desk. Soon, the plug was back at my entrance, and he shoved it in. I couldn’t do anything to stop the groan that peeled from my lips.

“My, my, you’re desperate to let everyone know who you belong to, aren’t you?”

I wanted to tell him yes. I wanted to tell him that I wanted the world to know. But all I could do was breathe hard as his fingertips danced around my dripping pussy folds.

“If you can be a good girl the rest of the day, I’ll give you a wonderful reward,” he said.

“Please, Mr. Jacobs. I’m sorry. Please don’t make me do this.”

“I’ll give you my cock instead of this feeble little ass plug,” he said. “I’ll make you feel things your body has never experienced. But in order for you to reap your reward, you have to work a little harder for it.”

“Please,” I whispered.

For a second, I felt him falter. I was no longer begging as his student or his good little girl. I was begging as the woman who loved him. The woman who wanted all of him, completely and wholly. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted to squeeze his thick cock in my asshole. I wanted my cheeks to devour him just like my mouth, just like my pussy. I wanted him to know that every single part of my body was ready for him, his for the taking whenever he wanted.

I felt him lean forward and kiss the spot on my ass he’d bitten earlier, and I smiled into his desk and reveled in the sensation.

“Be a good girl for me, and fix yourself for the day. You have work to get done. Obey my commands, and your reward will be worthy of your services.”

I sighed in frustration, and my clit throbbed between my legs. I closed my eyes as I listened to Grant pick up the phone in his office, and I heard him talking to my father as I tried to gather myself.

“Alex, it’s Grant. Listen, I’m taking Crissy to a networking event after work tonight. It would do her some good to rub shoulders with these people. I just wanted to let you know that I was taking her. Yes, I’m aware of the date she had this weekend.”

I shot up off his desk and turned toward Grant. My eyes widened as I resituated my clothes, but all he did was pat his knee. I sat down on it and wrapped my arms around him, listening to the conversation as it continued.

“Yes,” Grant said. “If it runs late, I’ll let you know. No, she’ll be following me in her car, so she’ll go straight on home afterward. Just wanted to let you know she’s with me and not another one of your junior executives.”

I glared at him as he chuckled with my father. I couldn’t tell what my father was saying, but I was sure it was something about how idiotic and young I was. My father was always lumping me in a box like that—the forever party girl who wanted nothing in her life but boys and booze. Whatever my father was saying, I could tell it was getting to Grant. His fingertips were curling into my thigh, and I jumped out of his lap before his eyes shot up at me.

“Hang up,” I mouthed to him.

“Yep. I’ll get over to you later. We need to talk over some things anyway. Yep. Later on this week. Talk with you then.”

Grant hung up the phone, and I watched a menacing smirk light his face. I locked eyes with him, wanting to ask him what my father had said. But instead, his eyes flickered back to my desk before he nodded his head in its direction.

“Get on back to work, Miss Marks,” he said. “Lunch time’s almost over.”

“Of course, Mr. Jacobs.”

I turned around and made sure to make a show of swaying my hips for him. The butt plug was already causing me issues, making me drip me into my already soaking-wet panties. I made it back to my desk and sat in my chair, grinding down into it as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I fluttered my gaze open and saw Grant staring at me hard. Then he typed something on his computer before a message jumped up on my screen.

Remember your promise.

I groaned, laying my head on my desk. Grant chuckled from his office, but I didn’t care. I’d have to go all day with this fucking thing in my ass, dreaming about how it was there when I wanted it to be his cock. All day long, people called and left things on my desk. Every time I looked someone in their face, I was reminded of what they couldn’t see. They couldn’t see that I was his. They couldn’t see what he had stuffed in my ass. They couldn’t see my drenched panties that were now officially soaking the back of my skirt.

I sat at my desk the rest of the day just so I wouldn’t have to get up and risk showing anyone the wet fabric.

Then, finally, five o’clock rolled around. People were passing my desk and bidding me good-bye, and I sighed when the janitor finally came and went. The floor was clear, the lights were being cut off, and I looked up to see Grant staring at me. He had his hip leaned up against his desk, his cock standing proudly underneath his pants. The dark gaze of passion behind his eyes pulled me from my chair, and I shut down my computer before I grabbed my purse. His finger crooked, beckoning me into his office, but this time he didn’t have to ask me to shut and lock the door.

I did it on my own because I knew the wonderful pleasures that were coming for me.

The plug was swelling my asshole, and my clit was so swollen, it was rubbing against my panties. With every step I took, I jerked, and the grin on Grant’s face grew to new heights. He swirled his finger, asking me to turn for him, and when my ass met his gaze, he reached out and halted my movements. His hand grazed my ass, feeling the wetness that had bled through my panties. I could feel his massages, light and soft, caressing a moan from my that shook me to my core.

“I can’t wait any longer, Mr. Jacobs,” I said.

“Well, you’re going to have to,” he said.

“Why?” I asked breathlessly. His massages alone had me panting and weak. He could toss me over this desk and have me coming for him before his cock bottomed out in my asshole.

But I felt his lips dip into the shell of my ear, collapsing me at my knees as his hands wrapped around my waist.

“Because we’re heading back to my place,” he said.