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The Secretary (commanderShepard x Leahrose1111)

She nodded back in understanding. "I think I'll try to enjoy it if you are willing to help me. I'm not sure we can do all of it here though. Are you open to spending time off site?"
 
Scott raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth turning up in amusement. "Why can't we do it all here? I'm not saying no, just curious."
 
She laughed to herself, tired from the day. "I don't know. I'm sorry. My brain is fried from everything today. Between all that and the extra meetings, it's been a lot."
 
Scott nodded in understanding. "Then let me tell you what's going to happen. You're going to come with me to my office, right now. I am going to spend the rest of the day making you wet but not letting you come. You're going to be back first thing in the morning ready for more, and I'll spend the first hour of the day doing it again. Then you'll be ready to take anything anyone throws at you."
 
"But...what if I need to come tonight at home? If you get me all worked up I won't sleep well and I'll have to fix it."
 
"You are not allowed to get off at home," he told her. "From now on, you get off here or not at all. You need to save it so you are worked up, not exhausted."
 
She opened her mouth to protest, but quickly decided not to. "Understood." She stepped around him slightly, and headed toward his office as she was told to do.
 
He followed her, watching the swing in her hips as they walked. The door to his office was open, and she went in first. When he followed, he did not close the door behind him. He circled his desk and sat. "Take off your dress," he instructed firmly but casually. "And sit on my desk."
 
She pulled the tie in the front that held it together, and it fell from her body like a robe would. She'd left her bra off from earlier, and had obviously not worn panties all day. There she was, in all her curvaceous naked glory and heels. She sat down on his desk as told.
 
He watched her every movement, from the moment she pulled the tie. The dress flutter to the floor. The way her naked body moved as she walked and climbed onto the desk. The views she blessed him with. "So obedient," he murmured, his voice husky. "Just like a good employee should be."

He rolled his chair forward then, resting his left hand on her leg and his right on his computer mouse. And then he proceeded to work. Actually work, on his computer. But while he did, the fingers of his left hand found her clit and circled it very, very slowly.
 
She centered herself to focus on his fingertips. She was sore, but he was being gentle. "Like a good employee, huh?" She teased him. She was still wet from her encounter earlier, so his fingers moved smoothly on her skin.
 
"Mhm," was the only reply she got. Not even a glance. This was dispassionate, impersonal. Training to see how long she could go and how much she could take. His touch was gentle, just shy of delicate. Almost like he was trying to massage away her soreness.
 
She allowed herself to relax and enjoy his touch. She sighed softly for him. With his desk being so big and her being shorter, she was able to lay back comfortably without moving her hips. She brought her hands behind her head, into her hair.
 
He continued this for the next hour. Sometimes he rubbed her clit, sometimes his fingers penetrated. But he always went slow. Massaging. Kneading. Stretching. And over the hour, people would come in and out of his office. Most of them looked at her but didn't acknowledge her in any way. She might as well have been a desk ornament.

Except Tom Bringam. When he strode through Scott's door, he paused a step. "Oooh hooo, what do we have here," he jeered with a smirk. "Little miss sass, laid on her ass." He tilted his head as he approached her and reached out with one hand, about to pinch her nipple.

Scott smacked his hand away. "When Miss Andrews is in my office, she is off limits. Is that understood?"

Tom frowned, clearly annoyed. He glanced from Scott to Delaney, and for a moment he looked like he was going to argue. But then he held up his hands in surrender and backed up a step. "Sure thing, Scott. She's all yours. I can just, uh... come back to talk later, when you're not so busy." He turned and left the room without giving Scott or Delaney any opportunity to reply.
 
Quietly, Delaney spoke to him through her sighs and soft moans. "Mr. Wilson, it's 5pm. I know you usually end around this time of day. I'm happy to stay late if that's what you want. I am in no hurry." She felt her sex dripping between her legs. He'd made her so incredibly wet, more than she ever had been. Her sex was smooth and glossy. It simmered on her thighs.
 
"No ma'am," Scott said, pushing his chair back and pulling his hands away. "You don't need to stay late. Get dressed and go home. I'll see you first thing in the morning."
 
"Yes, Sir." She sat up slowly, restoring herself from her trance. Her butt made a squeak on his desk with the wet underneath her as she slid off the edge into a standing position. Her wet ran down her legs in a slow trickle as she dressed herself again. "No finishing at home, correct?"
 
He nodded, his beard touching his chest. "Correct. You will want to save it for here." He watched her as she dressed, a corner of his mouth turned up in an appreciative smile.
 
"Yes, Sir." She did the final straighten on her dress. "Have a good evening, Mr. Wilson." As she walked toward the door and through it, she turned and looked at him one last time. She nodded, and headed down the hall to collect her things from her desk.
 
As she bent over her desk to get her belongings, a hand reached under her dress and slid up her leg. It was Tom.

"Well well well," he chuckled with predatory amusement when his hand came away wet. "You seem good and ready for me. You're not in Scott's office now. That makes you fair game."
 
"I was just leaving for the day, Mr. Bringham, she said to him nervously. The predatory tone in his voice made her nervous. "Since it's after hours, I'd be glad to come by your office in the morning before meeting." She clutched her shoulder bag, looking over every aspect of his expression.
 
"Don't worry, I won't keep you long," Tom growled. He grabbed at her neckline, yanking it down roughly so it tucked under her breast. "Turn back around and put your hands on your desk."
 
His aggression was more than enough to keep her mouth shut. She set her bag down, and out of pure fear, she turned around begrudgingly. She placed her hands on her desk in a wide stance, preparing to brace.
 
She could hear him unbuckling his belt, then unzipping his trousers. He yanked her dress up just as roughly as he had exposed her in the front. And then he was inside her. She was already so wet that he went in easily, slicking his shaft as he began thrusting hard and fast, making her ass clap together with each rough thrust.
 
She yelled out and moaned as he slammed into her over and over. Her breasts rubbed on the desk, occasionally sticking and squeaking. She hated his approach, and she grimaced as he hit the back of her.
 
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