It was nearly 10 when the car pulled up in front of the Vickerson building, stopping only momentarily for a leggy redhead to climb out of the back seat before the car sped off to pick up its next fair. Paisley stood on the sidewalk, checking her reflection in the window before entering the vestibule. Marty, a portly older gentleman clad in a blue security uniform sat behind the large black desk. He gave her a slight nod as she passed.

She pushed the button, pausing momentarily to check the seams on her stockings to make sure they were perfectly straight. The man behind the desk had his eyed glued to one of the many monitors, watching her from the safety of his seat as she ran her hand along her shapely leg. The ding of the elevator rang through the quietness.

She pressed the button for the 12th floor and watched the mirrored doors slide shut. It was almost eerily quiet as the elevator rose past each floor before stopping at her destination. The office was empty, devoid of the usual chatter and bustle of people scurrying around. At the far end, the heavy mahogany door was open. Inside she could hear the sound of keys clacking rapidly as someone typed.

Paisley moved with purpose toward the open door, finding Frank sitting at his desk. He was concentrating on the screen before him as she stood at the threshold waiting patiently for him to look up. The moment that he caught a glimpse of the flame haired siren a devilish grin formed on his lips.

Without saying a word, she entered, allowing a grin to cross her matte red lips. The blood red of her well manicured nails contrasted so nicely with the black leather as she reached for the belt and loosened it, allowing the coat to fall open revealing her nearly nude body. Thin black strips of leather crisscrossed over her body, encircling her flawless fully exposed breasts. The straps further down showcased her shaved mound, leaving nothing to the imagination. The coat slid effortlessly off her shoulders before it was tossed aside.

“Mmm. Very nice.” he said in a low growl of a voice.

Her deep blue eyes lowered their gaze momentarily as her cheeks grew slightly pink. “Thank you.” She whispered almost inaudibly.

Frank pushed his chair back from the desk as he drank in the vision before him. She turned, her long fingers reaching for the doorknob, but was quickly halted by a stern “No.” from behind her. “Leave it open.”

She gave a slight nod, turning and walking slowly toward him like a jungle cat approaching its prey. With the glossy black 4 inch stilettos she wore, the 5’6” girl was nearer his height. His hand shot up, snatching a handful of her thick red hair. He held tightly as he forced her head back, exposing her pale throat to him. The light scent of orchids filled his nostrils as he leaned in and began to kiss the delicate flesh.

Her mouth fell slightly open as she let out a soft gasp, eyes blinking closed. He felt her tremble as his lips continued to assault the curve of her neck, nipping the skin occasionally to cause her to squirm and whimper. He slid his strong hand down her curves, moving in front of her mound before pushing between her legs. His fingers found her tender lips, already slick with wetness. He pulled back, releasing the fistful of hair and looking into her eyes as he grinned.

“Already wet I see.” She dropped her head like a scolded child as she nodded. He shook his head slightly. “You know I will have to punish you for this.” He said, wiping his glistening fingers across her breast, leaving a streak of her wetness on her skin. She nodded.

“On your knees.” he said sternly.

Without hesitation she sunk to her knees in a swift graceful motion. Her fingers hastily went to work on his trousers, unzipping them and fishing his semi hard cock from inside. Her mouth opened as she leaned in. Her lips brushed against the skin as she greedily took him into her warm wet mouth. Paisley’s fingers carefully held the base as she began to suck lightly.

His eyes nearly closed momentarily as he felt inch by inch sink into her waiting mouth. The tip of her tongue and the small steel ball of her tongue ring pressed firmly against his swelling member. Her intense blue eyes stared up at him, begging for approval of her efforts as her lips swiftly moved from the ridge around the head of his cock down to the base of his shaft.

With his turgid rod fully engorged, she removed her fingers to take him in entirely. Her lips remained pursed tightly around him, massaging his flesh as her head began to bob. Without warning, his hand was once again in her hair, pushing her face firmly against his crotch. He could see the tears welling up in her eyes as he held her there, gagging on his massive shaft.

He held her head still as he began to pump his hips, fucking her throat with abandon. She whimpered and choked, her eyes remaining locked on his face. He stared down with a cruel smile plastered across his lips as he grunted and moaned, using her throat for his pleasure.

Deep in the depths of her plight she was oblivious to the muffled sounds of footsteps on the carpet outside the office. It wasn’t until she heard the stammering voice of a shocked man coming from behind her that she knew that they were not alone. Unashamed of her position and attire, she continued to suck as best she could, inhaling quick breaths through her nose as he continued to pummel her throat with the head of his cock.

Bryce, his assistant of nearly a year had seen Paisley several times since he had began working for Frank. He had been taken by her ethereal beauty, but now he was astonished as he saw her barely clad form kneeling while being violently throat fucked by his boss.

“Leave the papers on the desk. Order in from Rizzoli’s. The usual.” He commanded, not missing a beat.

“Y… yes sir.” He said, reaching to close the door before hearing the warning “Leave it open.”

He disappeared quickly, still in shock after what he had just witnessed. The fact that the man had just walked in on such a debaucherous display only fueled Frank’s lust. There was something about others seeing her being used in such a manner had always been an incredible turn on for both of them.

“Good girl” Frank growled, feeling the familiar twitch in his scrotum. His hips picked up speed as he continued to push his cock deep into her gullet. The slight bulge was visible bobbing in her throat with each thrust. Just as swiftly as he had taken control, he withdrew from her hungry mouth.

She looked up at him pitifully, knowing that he was not going to indulge her desire to swallow his seed. He wrapped his fingers around his inflated shaft and furiously stroked it, aiming the smooth tip at her face. She instinctively closed her mouth, tears still streaming down her cheeks. He was kind enough to aim so that he would not get it in her eyes. A lesson he learned after a trip to the doctor after previously not being so sweet.

Thick ropy spurts of semen jetted from his cock and landed on her skin. She bit down on her lower lip in an attempt to keep herself from misbehaving. He could see how badly she wanted to taste him. A little was never enough for her but this was punishment so he would deny her even the tiniest of tastes. He wiped the tip of his cock across her cheek, leaving a streak across it.

He slid his deflated member back into his pants before he reached out his hand, taking hers in his and helping the beautiful creature to her feet. She smiled up at him lovingly. The sentiment was reflected in his eyes as he carefully placed a small kiss on her pristine forehead.

There was something so enchanting about her cum covered angelic face looking up at him that made him only love her more. He knew that she trusted him with her body, her sanity and her life. It was not something that he took lightly either.

“Now, let’s see if you can be a good girl.” He then turned, still grasping her hand and led her over to the large bank of windows that lined the wall around his desk. There were several buildings that surrounded the Vickerson, some with windows that clearly looked in the direction of his.

He released her hand, stepping toward the large filing cabinet. The obedient Paisley remained in the spot he left her, staring out at the thousands of little flickering lights that made up the city’s skyline. He retrieved a small silver key from his pocket and unlocked the bottom drawer. Inside was a brown leather duffle bag, which he placed on the desk.

Paisley’s heartbeat quickened as she heard the rasp of the zipper sliding open. The quiet office was filled with the sound of the bag rustling and objects being placed on the desk. She could see in the window’s reflection that he had gotten out the restraints that suction to smooth surfaces. Her eyes widened, realizing what he intending to do.

His body pressed against hers as he attached them to the window. He placed his hand against her shoulder, turning her to face him. Without prompting, she unfastened the left leather shackle and placed her wrist in it. She secured it while he he attached the other mount. He secured her right wrist and smiled. The second set was added, each cuff restraining an ankle, keeping her legs spread, giving him the perfect view.

Her gaze shifted to the desk, seeing a familiar sight. He reached for the black harness, the wicked gleam in his eyes telling her all that she needed to know. She drew in a slow deep breath, the scent of his cologne filling her lungs as the wide strap encircled her waist.

He leaned in closely, his lips brushing lightly against her ear as he softly spoke. “Be a good girl and I will give you what you are craving.”

With that, he spun around, grabbing the large white wand massager and securing it into place. The smooth head nestled against her swollen pink clit as he tightened the restraint. He stared deep into her eyes as his finger pushed the button causing the toy to spring to life.

She let out a loud gasp, her eyes blinking nearly shut as the strong vibrations radiated through her. The sensation only grew stronger as he adjusted the setting to the middle speed. The wicked grin returned as he reached out and captured her erect nipple between his fingers. He rolled it between them before giving it a light pinch.

One last item caught her attention. The blindfold had also been laid out on the desk. He retrieved it, placing it on her before returning the bag to its place in the cabinet. The buzzing of the device trapped against her mound was masked by the occasional moan and gasp. He sat at his desk and watched earnestly as his attractive prize began to writhe in her restraints.

It had been nearly 40 minutes since Bryce had vanished from the doorway. Frank knew that his return was eminent, which only made the display that much sweeter. He had made sure that his assistant knew exactly what he may witness before the signing of the NDA’s and Bryce certainly assumed that it was a wild exaggeration. Tonight, however, he found out how wrong he had been.

Each passing second brought the trembling girl closer and closer to orgasm, knowing that it did not matter how many she had, the sweet torture would not stop until he was satisfied.

The elevator doors opened and he stepped out, reluctantly moving toward the boss’s office with the dinner order in hand. He raised his hand and timidly knocked, breaking Frank’s concentration as he watched Paisley’s chest heaving with each uneven breath.

“I… I’m sorry it took so long. They were busy.” He stammered. Crimson crept up his cheeks as he saw the nearly naked woman now bound and quivering in front of the window. He quickly placed the bag of containers on the desk.

“Would you like to stay and eat here?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

For a moment, Bryce was confused. He could have sworn for a second that the question had a much different meaning. He shook his head slightly to clear the thought of feasting on her soft sex out of his mind. He stared at his feet as he quickly replied “I … I should double check the numbers for tomorrow’s conference call.”

“Suit yourself.” Frank stated with a hint of a chuckle as he watched his assistant slink away uncomfortably adjusting himself and hoping that the boss did not notice.

Paisley’s body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat as she continued to suffer the deep vibrations of the toy mounted between her legs. Her pitiful attempts to squirm away from its touch only added to Frank’s pleasure as he watched the rivulet of her sweet juices leaking from her with each shuddering orgasm.

He quietly feasted on his meal as he continued to watch her. It was such an amazing sight to see her face contorted with pleasure as the torment drove her to the brink. Her legs were shaking as she endured each tremor. The stimulation only made her crave the feel of him inside of her even more.

Her throat was growing painfully dry as the symphony of sounds continued to leave her lips. He pressed the button on the phone, alerting Bryce that he was needed. “Fetch a bottle of cold water.” He said, taking another bite, seemingly unbothered by Paisley’s aroused state.

The assistant returned, placing the bottle of frigid liquid on the desk before promptly taking his leave. Frank picked up the bottle, stepping over to the bound beauty. Paisley’s body jerked as the cold plastic was pressed against her warm breast. He held it there for several seconds as she tried to pull away. All her squirming did was press her back firmly against the window. He twisted the cap, holding the bottle to her lips.

She greedily gulped down the cool water to ease the hoarseness. When she had had enough, he pulled the bottle away. “Thank you” she croaked.

He said nothing, instead, turning the power up on the toy. It buzzed violently against her abused nub, causing her to jerk and twist. A stream of obscenities and blasphemies left her lips as she endured the harshest orgasm yet. He smiled and sat back down to finish his meal.

Once again, he summoned Bryce, who was promptly dismissed for the night. A look of relief spread across his face the moment that he heard the words. The events of the evening had left him in dire need of his own relief. He hurried out, heading home to take care of his own aching need.

Frank set about clearing off his desk, depositing the empty containers in the trash before setting his sights back on his lover. Frank knelt down, unhooking the restraints from her ankles, and sliding his fingers up her stocking clad thigh. He turned the toy off, giving her a moments respite.

He tossed the harness and toy aside, letting them land on the floor. The blindfold was removed. Her eyes blinked, adjusting to the light as his face appeared before her. He smiled at her. The exhaustion on her face made her even more alluring.

He unfastened his trousers, his eyes never leaving hers. His cock was already painfully hard, and ready to enter her slick folds. His hand slid to the back of her thigh, lifting her leg to wrap around him as he readied himself to enter her. The other leg lifted, winding around him as he guided the tip of his manhood between her wet lips.

Her eyes widened as he let his member sink into her. His thrusts were deliberately much slower and more precise than they were earlier. The squeak and squeal of her flesh being pressed and slid against the glass was quickly drowned out by their passionate moans. Her breasts were firmly pushed against his chest as her back arched.

His fingertips dug into her firm round cheeks as he held her pinned against the window. Each thrust pushing her further into her bliss. Her head tilted as he leaned in and began to place a series of kisses against her neck. It was something that always drove her to the breaking point.

His pace quickened as she began to beg for that sweet release, knowing that now she was not to cum unless allowed. His throbbing member massaged her g-spot teasing a much deeper orgasm to the surface. His lips made their way toward her earlobe. His voice a harsh growl as he pushed the word from his throat. “Cum”. His teeth sank into the soft flesh, causing her body to tense.

The velvety folds gripped him tightly as he continued to thrust. She cried out, her body trembling in his grasp. Suddenly the warm flood of his seed filled her, her muscles grasping him as she desperately tried to milk him dry.

He panted, holding her tightly as every last drop leaked in to her welcoming womb. He let her legs gently down before undoing the restraints that still held her wrists. Her legs were shaking like a newborn deer trying to take its first steps as she steadied herself against the glass. He helped her carefully over to the chair, letting her exhausted body sink into the soft cushion.

Frank handed her the remainder of the bottle of water, watching her eagerly drain it. “Good girl” He said with a smile. He allowed her to rest while he returned the items to their hiding place. By the time he had finished, he gathered her coat, helping her slip it back on before escorting her out.

By the time that they made it home, she had recovered enough to stand on her own volition, though still a bit wobbly on the high heels. The exhausted smile on her face as she headed up the stairs spoke volumes as to what she endured. In that moment, he realized just how lucky he was to have such an amazing woman.