Warnings: 18+, praise, degradation, foul language (obviously lol) This is part one, I'm still working on part two, but it'll be out soon. (:
"Ha- Fucking bite me asshole." Were the words that you used that got you stuck here, against the office wall with strong arms caging you in on either side.
You had been arguing over a project the two of you were meant to work on together when he suddenly snapped, pinning you against the wall, watching as your pencil skirt slightly rode up your thighs with a furrow in his dark brow.
Corded muscles and veins buldge lightly through the expensive material of his button up. The smell of his cologne creating a warm sensation low in your stomach.
He's close enough that you can feel his breath on your ear as he dips his head down to let out a soft sound similar to a growl.
"Don't tempt me sweetheart..." Your breath catches when his lips press softly against the shell of your ear.
Your skin is flushed and you pray that he doesn't notice the way your breath is choppy as you try to stop from breathing to deeply to prevent your breasts from brushing against his broad chest.
"Are you nervous love? Scared someone's gonna walk into my office and find you all hot and bothered pressed against my wall like this?"
Your cheeks redden to the color of a firetruck as he presses his lips to the skin just below your jaw, sucking softly.
"You taste as good as you look love..." He sucks pretty purple spots onto the side of your neck, biting lightly into the curve of your neck and shoulder, and you shudder when he presses closer, closing the distance between your bodies.
You accidentally let a moan slip as you feel his warm, hard body pressing you against the wall, and you hear him groan as your pebbled nipples press against him through the material of your blouse. Today was a bad day to go braless.
"I want to bend you over my desk and spank your sweet little ass until it's red. Until you're so wet that you're dripping down your thighs and making a mess on the smooth mahogany."
You let out a quiet whimper in response, and he chuckles before biting the pulse point at the column of your throat.
"Do you want that too, baby? Do you want to wake up tomorrow morning with my handprints bruised into the pretty skin on your thighs?"
You nod, but then his hand is around your throat, the other one tangling in the hair at the back of your head.
He grips your hair and tugs your head back so that you're looking up at him as his fingers tighten around your throat, squeezing gently.
His eyes are dark, pupils fully expanded and you can feel his cock hardening against your stomach.
"Use your words love..." He murmurs as he forces you to make eye contact.
"Y-yes."
"Yes what?" He asks with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Yes sir."
"Good girl." He punctuates each word with a light nip on your jaw. "Should I take you up against the window first or over my desk..."
Your cheeks grow hotter at the thought of him fucking you up against the window. Being fifty stories up with slightly tinted windows makes it nearly impossible for anybody to actually see you, but the thought of someone seeing you like that, naked and pressed up against the glass gives you a little thrill.
"You would like that wouldn't you? You little slut." His hand tightens in your hair and you let out a breathy moan. His full lips kick up into a smirk as he recognizes your praise and degradation kinks.
