I am a man of Order. I like things to be where they belong and for them to stay where they belong. Anything different will not be tolerated. This one simple rule is the staple foundation of my company. Everyone is assign to a job, everyone attends to their job, and everyone does their job with vigilance. Like a series of cogs and wheels, everything must mesh together to work along in harmony. But there is a certain illness that likes to poke its head within my precious Company. Every now and then, this little rat likes to crawl out from its little hole and disturb the precious balance that I so wish to keep within this building. And that is Disobedience.
The mere mention of the word makes the blood in my veins boil with fury. I abhor Disobedience of any kind. And I intend on making sure nothing is going to disturb the peace within these walls. Not one bit.
The intercom on my desk began to hum lightly, quickly catching my attention and pulling me away from my work. I took a moment to readjust my black tie before pressing the receiver button, “Yes, Elenor?” I answered. My voice was punctual, serious, assertive, showing my crown to my servants. I could not allow myself to act in any other way. A female voice echoed from the speaker, “Sir, Miss Daphne is here to speak to you as requested.” I felt my lips curl at the side, forming a small subtle smirk.
“Excellent. Please, send her in.” I replied before clicking the receiver off. My fingers curled and flexed with anticipation, awaiting my current obedience problem to reveal itself to me. It was one that has been festering for quite some time, testing my patience. And as of today, I plan on reprimanding this little issue. One way or another, I will straighten this nuisance out. Several minutes elapsed and Daphne entered my office. Her heels clicked with each step she took, swaying her short cut skirt with her curvy hips. Her milky white skinned legs were revealed to me, a detail that won my stern look. But the expression didn’t pierce my poised manner. Instead I continued inspecting her as she moved closer to my desk. She bore a white blouse partially unbuttoned, short black hair and a Cheshire cat smile formed by ruby lips. She was tempting me. How dare she do such a thing. Needless to say, she took a seat, crossing her legs and bringing an aura of nonchalance with her, calm as ever. But I know what you’re hiding under that smile. Deep down, I could see what you truly were from under the makeup and lewd attire. Don’t think you can fool me, Woman.
“You wished to see me?” she said, her voice cheerful and almost excited, as if she was hoping for this. Of course you would be expecting this. I straighten myself up, fix my tie and inhale silently.
“Miss Daphne.” I stated firmly, frankly, looking her dead in the eyes as I begin. “There have been some discrepancies that have been brought to my attention.”
She blinked innocently before her smile stretched outward, tempting me. “Discrepancies?” she said. “Well I must apologize sir. I wasn’t aware of these errors.” Don’t lie to me. I can see through your little act. “May I ask what I am doing wrong sir?”
“For starters,” my eyes sharpened down towards her clothing, “Your attire. It’s unacceptable.” She leaned towards the table, revealing bits of her womanly mounds, sauntering closer, mischievously. How irritating. She was just adding more salt to the wound, proud of her slight against the rules. Not a single bit of shame showed on her skin. I felt a vein throb as I continued. “I’m sure you are fully aware of the dress code Ms. Daphne. What you’re wearing is disgraceful. Now I suggest you change immediately if you still want your job.”
“And what exactly is the dress code, sir?” she inched closer to the desk, showing more of her saucy detail, invading my air as I grinded my teeth behind my lips. “Or Should I say, why should I care about this so called dress code? I’m one of the best employees in your company and I don’t think I need to be hampered by something so superficial as a mere set of rules.” Her hands reached the desk; her legs uncrossed and pushed towards me. “You could always fire me. But I have a strong feeling that’s something you couldn’t possibly perform on little ole’ me.”
Anger boiled inside me, chipping away at my composure, cracking my poised nature to pieces. She’s really enjoying pressing my buttons, toying with me, poking at a sleeping beast inside me. Every word she spoke was true. Why should I fire her? Why should I give her the luxury of getting away scotch free? More importantly, why should I walk away from such discord? I am a man of order damn it! There are certain laws to uphold and rules to abide. And when someone breaks these rules, they must be punished! They must see the error in their ways! They must know who they are!
Her lips parted and her tongue lulled against the edges of her mouth, playfully revealing another annoying detail, a tongue piercing. I stayed quietly, eyeing my surroundings waiting for the perfect time to strike, like a panther amidst the trees. “Well, is there anything else that I should be aware of sir?” my gaze narrowed. My back arched slightly and my hand slipped inside one of the drawers to my right, fetching the one tool I needed the shut her up.
“Piercings are not allowed Miss Daphne.” I stated keeping calm despite her goading me.
A giggle slipped from her lips as I saw the whiteness of her teeth. “My apologies. It must have slipped my mind when I got it.” She flashed the piercing before hiding it inside her mouth. “In any case sir, if there’s nothing else, I think I’ll take my leave.” She turned on her heel and gave an alluring sway with her hips. But I stood up and approached her.
“There is one more thing that I must speak with you about.” I said, halting her retreat, stopping her. And before should could speak another word, I pounced, like the predator I was. I snatched her jaw and held the item I procured from the desk, a metal ring. Forcefully, I shoved my fingers into her mouth and latched it on to her tongue piercing. It was a snug fit, thankfully. As I retreat my hands she looked at me, confused, defensive, and scared. Good, I want to her to know her place.
“Sir, what did you-“
“Shut up!” I ordered, producing a small remote form my pocket and clicking the button. Her eyes widened as a jolt of electricity zapped her tongue, stopping her mouth and preventing her voice. I grabbed her again and bent her over the desk, pinning her down, and pressed my hand on her head. She grunted, struggling to break away, covering under my strength. “Don’t you dare say a word” I snarled at her as I undid my tie with my free hand and begin to bind her hands with it, restraining her. “Do you think you can just merely insult me and walk away with no reprimand, Miss Daphne? You know full well what inappropriate behavior rewards you with.” With a firm hand, I slapped her right in her delicious ass, letting my fingers grip at her skin. “Punishment.” Again, I attacked her rear, spanking her repeatedly, harshly. “And Reprimands.” She strained at her bondage as I held her down over the desk, letting whimpers slip from her throat. I pulled her skirt up. My face twisted with disgust at the sight of her dripping pussy, wet from arousal, wet with the need for attention. “No under garments?” I commented, glaring at her as she stuttered and stammered, searching for an excuse. But sadly there’s nothing in the world that can save you from this. Naughty little girls never get away from being disciplined. I strike her pussy, fiercely, coaxing moans out of her. But I quickly silenced her again with the remote, zapping her tongue. “I said no talking.” I ordered, craning my head to her ear, snarling like a mad beast who was disturbed from his sleep. I showed her the remote and thumbed the trigger, giving a silent threat. “Keep that filthy mouth of yours closed or else.”
Her lip quivered by my words, fearful, keeping them sealed. Good Answer. Then she inhaled sharply, biting back any sound as my fingers entered her. Steadily and thoroughly I explored her, felt her wetness, her inner desire. I had to chuckle slightly at how easy she was to read. She was starving for attention, to be used, to be punished. Even with my fingers in her, she rocked her hips, showing her need. Her gaze drew behind her, seeing my movement and eyeing my bulge in my pants, silently begging for more. My fingers pulled away and I fiddled with my zipper. Slowly my cock peeked out from the fabric slit, following the scent of her arousal. I snatched her hair and yanked her closer to me. “I don’t please delinquents.” I replied coldly, holding her steady, treating her like the mere fucktoy that she deserved to be. Slut. Whore. Sex crazed deviant. And to think she could flaunt these needs without a care in my building, my company, my house! The head of my member pushed inside, intruding. Her eyes widened and she stifled a mixture of shrieks and pleasurable moans. Each thrust shoved her into my desk, pressing her closer, letting my hard length drill deeper into her. Using her hair as reigns, I held her in place, bucking and indulging in her womanhood. My groans bellowed from my throat. Her tight pussy was clinging desperately. Such a cock hungry slut she was. I smiled. She may have broken the rules. But I’ll be having fun putting her in her place.
My pace quickened. And small squeaks of pleasure seeped from her mouth, still pressing her lips together to dampen the sound. My grip tightened. My cock throbbed wildly inside, feeling the urge to use her even more. The need to explode was burning inside me, persuading me. Soon my entire length was ramming wildly in her, filling her with every inch of my member. Closer and closer, the end drew near, going faster and rougher on her body. Every part of me was hungry for a release.
But alas, I had to stop myself. I gave one last fierce thrust before stopping my hips, slowly pulling out my malehood from her. She whined, complaining. But a quick zap shut her up almost instantly. “Bad girls don’t get to cum.” I hissed, taking my hand and thrusting my fist inside her, feeling her juices cake my fingers. I pulled out and slapped her face, rubbing the scent into her skin as whimpered. “Do you smell this?” I growled, holding her, forcing her to smell herself. “ This is what a bad disrespectful girl smells like.” I made sure she got a good whiff of her own self, letting her go. She didn’t resist nor did she give any back talk. It’s good that she learns fast. All she did was stand there, avoiding my eyes. Her head hung down low, submissive, obedient. Her hands still bound by my tie. I moved behind her to retrieve it from her wrists. Then I crane my neck to her ear again.
“You will be silent.” I hissed, making her flinch by my words. “You will return to your duties and come back to me. No back talking.” After several more moments, she nodded quickly, still keeping her eyes down. Her hands were still behind her back as she began to walk away, exiting. I smiled as I clicked the switch to my intercom and heard the voice sound off from the speaker.
“Sir? Is everything alright?”
“Cancel my 4 o’clock meeting. There has been an unexpected event that has occurred and it requires my attention.” I replied. I returned my tie back and my neck and clicked the remote just one more time. A small reminder of my orders never hurt anyone.
Since his first steps, PascalSage knew he had a love for weaving stories. His focuses have been in Fantasy and BDSM erotica. You can find more on him here.
Donald Guy says
I’ve always been a fan of consensual non-consent. this takes it a step further but she seemed to be into it i think