It’s about damn time I actually posted this story. I’ve had it written up for ages.

As always, comments and constructive criticism are always appreciated.

“Is that too tight, ma’am?” The straps splayed across the desk in an X. Black nylon cut an ebony swathe along the pale wood, and merged with the dark skin of the woman tied to it. Anong reached for her boss’ right wrist and fiddled with the velcro strap, loosening it infinitesimally. After a brief pause, she reached for it again, but Meridian barked at her to stop.

“Sorry, Miss Clay.” Meridian glared at her, dark eyes staring out from a brown, smooth-skinned face, then shook her head. Anong turned away, embarrassed, but she could the see the ghost of a smile quirking the corners of Meridian’s lips. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Anong summoned up a bit of fleeting confidence, and turned around again. “Telling me how to dominate you, take care of you. It’s really not that different from work, to be honest.”

Anong faltered, doubt flickering into her blue eyes. They flicked between the office door and her boss’s body, nervous. “Speaking of which, are you sure we should be doing this at work? I’d rather not lose this job. The pay’s good–”

“And the benefits are currently spread out over the desk, Ms. Kozlov?” Meridian smirked up at her petite, obviously flustered secretary.

“I wasn’t going to say that, no, ma’am. But that sounds about right.”

“You can look, you know, As a matter of fact, I want you to. I didn’t strip just to make you uncomfortable. I chose you as a domme for good reason. You’re a cute little thing, and I’ve seen you looking when you think I won’t notice…so go ahead. Stare.”

Meredith lowered her eyelids and smirked. “You know you want to.”

HR would kill to have a camera in here right now, Anong thought, still staring pointedly at the wall. Then she took a deep breath, swallowed, and looked—really looked—at the naked woman below her for the first time.

She couldn’t breathe. Meredith was utterly gorgeous, if you were into Amazonian. She was tall, and every inch of her six-foot plus frame was intimidatingly flawless. Smooth, unblemished skin the color of chocolate stretched supple from top to toes.

Her secretary’s reaction made Meredith chuckle. Her breasts rose with her chest, jiggling the pointed nipples in place. Anong starred along the wide, dark areola, then directed her eyes down. They traced the concavity between her wide chest and wider waist, along the subtle crevice where her thick, strong thighs met her hips…and finally, to the large, dark lips between her spread legs. She was shocked to see liquid gleaming in Meredith’s folds, but was too aroused to do anything more than blink. She was wet, and her face was burning.

“Well?” Meredith asked, impatient. “Aren’t you going to do something to me?” Anong, still beet-red, flicked her eyes back up to her face. But she said nothing. Her sub snorted. “Anong, dear, you’re the domme. So get your skinny ass over here and do something to me!” The insult was somewhat alleviated by the wink which followed it. “There’s more sex toys than we could possibly need in that drawer by my chair.” With a flick of a perfectly-manicured hand, she gestured toward a small lockbox in the office corner.

Anong walked to it slowly, trepidatiously. Always wondered what was in there. Maybe I’ll be better off not knowing—wow. For the second time in as many minutes, Anong took a moment to just stare. Another set of restraints, these ones in the form of the ubiquitous fuzzy pink handcuffs. Several vibrators and dildos, endlessly varied in color, texture, and size; no two were even remotely similar.

“Do you want—” No. I’m the domme, I should choose. “We’re using these.” Wow. That was authoritative. She held a toy for each of them in her hands; a thick, violet dildo with studs that rubbed against her palm in her right hand, and a petite bullet vibe clenched between the fingers of her left hand. She bit her lip, and made eye contact with Meridian, who matched the gleam in her light blue eyes with her black ones.

“Are we going straight for the dildos?” The lawyer asked innocently. Then she pouted, sticking out a dark, luscious lower lip. “I was hoping for a bit of pain first…” Anong rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help grinning. Her boss was domineering, imperious even, in keeping Continental Manufacturing out of trouble. Anong had seen her win cases through sheer intimidation.

So seeing her splayed out, naked, and pouting was hilarious. The waifish young woman giggled, earning a scowl from her sub.

“Sorry, sorry!” Anong turned back to the drawer, and dug through the dildos, anal beads, and various other penetrative devices until she found the kinkier stuff buried beneath it. Riding crops, whips, paddles…a cane? What’s that doing here….oh. She blushed, cheeks turning scarlet. Little too much for our first time, but…she reached for a reedy crop and gripped the handle.

She pulled it out and whisked it through the air. The crop blurred, and cut an arc with a satisfying swish. Pale tips fingered the leather; Anong studied it with her fingers and stared along its length, with a curvy, restrained goddess as a backdrop.

The rush of dominance hit her like a truck. When Meridian had first approached her with the proposition of extending their relationship from professional to distinctly…not, it’d been the promise of money that’d lured her in. A bonus here, a raise there, and she was sitting in one-on-one seminars on the importance of dominance and submission, of safewords and trust. But all the research in the world couldn’t have prepared her for the power she felt right now.

Meridian noticed. She cleared her throat and grinned when their eyes met again. “There you go…you get it?”

“I got it.” Anong’s voice dropped half an octave, and both of them started. Meridian cooed, then arched her eyebrows naughtily.

“So, Miss Kozlov, what are you going to do with that crop?” Anong flushed and nearly shrank back to the drawer, but recovered. I’m in control. I’ve got this. Hopefully.

“I’m going to–”

“…Yes?”

“I’m going to whip you with it. On the thighs,” she added quickly, answering the question forming on Meridian’s dark lips. Remembering what she’d been told a few days before, she added “on the insides.”

“Well, they’re already spread. I’ll leave you to it.” She stepped between Meridian’s strong, dark legs, and took another deep breath. They were so smooth, so firm, and so incredibly feminine….and the rest of her was just as curvy, just as wonderful. Sliding the crop along the smooth, supple muscle along her spread calf…she couldn’t resist.

Accelerated by awkwardness, Anong snatched the bullet vibe from the desk, switched it on, and stuffed it into her panties. Meridian chuckled.

“Do I turn you on that much, dear? Oh, stop scowling. Look at you! You’re a wreck. Your legs are trembling, you’re wet through your panties, you’re blushing, and your pupils are dilated. You want to do something about it, then do—oh!”

Anong interrupted with a sharp crack to the inner thigh. It was easier to swing than she’d expected, and the tip of the crop slammed into Meridian’s skin much harder than she’d meant to. It left a maroon welt that shone against the dark skin. Anong winced sympathetically; her shame only got worse as seconds passed.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I—oh god, Ms Clay, I’m so sorry, I—”

“Shut it.” Anong’s jaw dropped.

“What?”

“I didn’t use the safeword, now did I? Just because it hurts–and it does, a hell of a lot—doesn’t mean I don’t like it. I’m a kinky bitch, and I can handle it.” Meridian’s expression softened, and she winked. “As they say out west, this ain’t my first rodeo.” Anong rolled her eyes, but her tentative smile started to return. “Now, do that again, on the other thigh.”

Empowered by new knowledge, Anong shook her head. The timid little smile spread into a wide, confident grin. She waggled the crop by her face, shaking her head. “You’ll have to ask more nicely than that, Ms Clay.”

“Oooh, that’s more like it. Please whip me again?”

Anong shook her head.

She ratcheted her voice up an octave. “Please whip me again, Mistress?”

The rush filled her again. Anong clenched her fist around the crop until the boiled leather creaked under her fingers. She bared her teeth, lips spreading wider in a vicious grin until even the indomitable Meridian Clay recoiled. Then she swung the crop again, down into the inverted-V of her thighs.

Meridian howled. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she thrust her hips upward with every slap against her inner thigh. Every strike left a red welt about the size of a roll of tape along Meridian’s sensitive skin.

Liquid was dripping freely down her chocolate lips; Meridian was more turned on than she’d admit even to Anong. Her clitoris was swollen and full, throbbing every time the crop struck her skin. The authoritative woman tossed her head and moaned, lids sealed by ecstatic submission. She rolled her svelte body sensuously, in sync with each numbing strike of the crop. Muscled limbs strained against her restraints to no avail.

And all the while, Anong beat her thighs, painting her hips and upper legs red. She avoided striking the dripping labia (matched only by her wetness drenching the vibrator) for several reasons. First and foremost, she didn’t want to hurt her too much and end their evening. But she also, whether she wanted to admit it or not, Anong liked teasing her.

It was her own, subtle revenge for all the time Ms Clay had made her stay after hours, working late on the ever-so-important work of the Cover-Your-Ass-Committee. Officially the “Litigation Protection Department,” but neither Anong or Meridian particularly cared about the semantics of their job at the moment.

But after one last crack of the crop that colored the last piece of unblemished skin along Meridian’s thigh, Anong decided to give her a break. Discarding the crop (which clattered against tile in the corner of the room), she replaced with the thick dildo from before.

“Studded for her pleasure?” Anong rolled her palm along the uneven surface and frowned. “It isn’t something I think I’d enjoy, but if you want it in you—”

“I do!” It came out low, desperate, a groan of a woman denied what she wanted —needed— for far too long. “I need it in me, you cruel little woman!” Meridian’s eyes were glassy, staring unfocused in her general direction as Anong bent over between her legs…

Her hips bucked when the thick lavender head moved along her outer labia, getting more soaked with every tiny movement of Anong’s wrist. She gyrated and writhed against her restraints when the girthy dildo snagged on her damp entrance, and when Anong gently pushed it in…her entire body collapsed.

Meridian hung loose in her restraints, moaning loudly while Anong worked the dildo in deeper. It squished as it penetrated, lubricating itself, pressing deeper. Its recipient lolled, quiet moans slipping past her lips. Her eyes closed and her body relaxed.

Anong, in contrast, was tense. Rapt, she stared at the place where purple entered brown, showing a hidden sliver of damp pinkness where the two bodies met. Without fully realizing what she was doing, she slipped a hand into her soaking panties and flipped on the vibrator.

But, being out of her sight, Anong couldn’t read the knob…and instead of switching it onto a low, introductory setting, she flipped the bullet on high. Audible buzzing filled the luxurious office, and jagged bolts of pleasure rocked her tiny body, sending shocks her through her system and making her tremble. An audible buzz filled the room.

The sudden jolt found its way to her arm, and without meaning to, she shoved the last two inches of the dildo into Meridian’s pussy. Her dark, perfectly-manicured toes curled as she orgasmed, quick and quiet, around the thick sex toy.

Anong finally released the dildo to fumble desperately in her panties. After a few leg-shaking, toe-curling seconds of gorgeous agony, she managed to switch it off. When she removed her fingers, they were utterly and completely soaked. She made a wry face, then grinned as an idea occurred to her.

She reached upward slowly, pale, slim arm trailing idly over Meridien’s breast for a moment before slipping her wet fingers into her warm, wet mouth. Surprised, her eyes popped open but closed again when she realized what her domme wanted. Sucking obediently, Meridian cleaned her fingers in seconds…then kept going, far longer than she needed to.

“You taste good,” she whispered when Anong pulled them out, covered in spit.

With a sudden rush of daring, Anong held her eyes and reached between bound legs. Twisting the dildo and forcing a moan from Meridian, she pulled the displaced juices that coated her hand into her mouth. She winked.

“You taste damn good yourself. Now…” she reached into her panteis and put the vibroator on a mild setting. “Let’s fuck you.” Slim fingers grabbed the dildo with a lust-fueled grip, curling around the base and withdrawing it. Anong’s face was set in a determined grimace, full of purpose.

“Where’d all this dominance suddenly come—frooooooooom…?” Meridian’s question disintegrated into a moan as she started to fuck her. Hunched over her boss with face inches from her stomach, Anong worked the dildo furiously, thrusting in at a breakneck pace.

She put all the pent-up aggression, all the stress and frustration that came with working under Meridian into her right forearm as she fucked her. She was a brilliant woman, but demeaning and a bit eccentric—as evidenced by the fact that her secretary was fucking her after tying her to a desk that cost roughly the same as the GDP of a small town.

Said desk was currently being coated by a wanton combination of pussy juices and sweat, both which oozed from Meridian as Anong worked her up to another, stronger orgasm. She worked her arm relentlessly, other hand braced against Meridian’s firm breasts for balance, stability, and simply because she could. Nobody else was allowed to touch Meridian like this—she was hers.

And as Meridian began to cry out and buck her hips, Anong made sure she knew it. A stream of filthy phrases poured out her mouth, one right after the other, telling her that, while Meridian might run circles around everyone else in the company, Anong was in charge. She was in control, and, if she wanted to, she could stop right now and leave Meridian hanging.

But she wasn’t going to do that, because she was in a good mood.

“But you can’t come till I say so,” she whispered viciously, not dropping her pace for an instant. “You have to beg. Let’s hear it!”

Meridian stared uncomprehending, unfocused, and wide-eyed, before her meaning set in. She hesitated for a split second, then realized that this was precisely what she wanted. She struggled to hold back, to quell the surging rushes of nerve impulses in her core, struggling to keep from cumming until Anong gave her permission. So she begged.

“Please! Please let me—let me cum—I—I need it, please!” It came out wild and wet, just like the two of them. For a moment, they both held their breath; Meridian waiting for her answer, Anong considering it. The only sounds were the buzzing somewhere between Anyone’s legs and the fast-paced squelching from the dildo in Meridian’s cunt.

Then, finally, she acquiesced.

“You can cum.”

And cum she did. Screaming, flailing against the restraints that bound her dark, thick limbs against the equally thick, dark desk, Meridian came. She thrust her hips upward to force the dildo in deeper, to feel fuller, more satisfied, as her body thrashed. Flash slapped against the desk as she alternately rose and fell, bosom heaving and eyes wide, until she finally collapsed on the flat surface.

The sound of her deep-throated heaving covered up Anong’s quiet, subtle squeaks of pleasure. She squeezed her knees together until they ached, putting pressure on her clit while the vibe buzzed deep inside. Her hips quivered. Then she slipped a hand inside her wet panties and switched the vibrator off.

With gentle, almost delicate movements, Anong circled the desk and undid the restraints on each of Meridian’s limbs. To her credit, Meridian lazily raised each limb to put more slack in the line and help Anong untie it. Otherwise, she sprawled on the desk, unmoving except the slow rise and fall of her bosom. Sweat gleamed on her face and neck in the golden lamplight. She moaned softly and slowly, weakly closed her legs.

“Oh my god, Anong,” she sighed. Her entire body deflated as she sighed. “That was….wow.” Her face melted into a sappy, placid smile while she inhaled. “My office smells like sex now. I like it.” Meridian cackled at the sight of a Anong’s brilliant scarlet blush.

“Oh, hush. The janitors are used to it at this point. It’s not like I haven’t had previous doms fuck me in here. The smaller woman squeaked and looked mortified behind her hands. Meridian rolled her eyes and groaned as she stood. Her legs wobbled, and she swore before catching herself on the guest’s chair.

“Fucking hell,” she hissed, biting her lip. “You did very well, Anong. You should be proud of yourself.” Her boss laughed hysterically and gripped the smaller woman’s shoulder to steady herself. “Anong, you’ve earned yourself a lovely bonus.” Leaning close with both hands on her shoulders, Meridian whispered a figure in Anong’s ear.

It was the domme’s turn to stagger. “Ma’am!” she hissed, scandalized. “There’s no way you can justify that to the board–”

“The board will do whatever I tell them to, dear, sweet Anong,” the CEO whispered back. “I have enough dirt on all those old perverts that they’re essentially puppets. Now,” she stood erect again, towering over her secretary. “We should go clean up. As you know, there’s a private bathroom opposite this office. You’re welcome to use the shower in there, if you like. The key’s in the bottom right drawer…” Meridian stumbled to her plush chair and fell into it. Her long limbs dangled over every surface—one shoulder draped over the arm, one foot lazing on the desk. Her legs were spread wide, body relaxed and open.

Anong stared, blushing, at her boss’s still-soaked cunt, the dark hair matted with sweat and cum that covered it. When she bent to fetch the key, her face was mere inches away from it. Meridian ignored her, eyes closed and chest rising in steady breaths. Her fingers pressed against the damp brown thigh, and came away wet.

Reddening further, she stood and hurried from the office. But Anong stuck her fingers in her mouth, and sucked her boss off her fingers. She shivered. Meridian tasted wonderful.