Yes, Mistress

Maura thought that the first time she had sex in her office would be suaver. It would happen during a late night at the office, maybe the team had been working overtime for a week, and after everyone cleared out. There would be a bottle of wine, perhaps a pour of whiskey, to relax her body. It would be with someone older, more experienced, more mature… someone of a mentor to her or a peer. She imagined dark hair, dark red lipstick, put together, someone sensual.

It definitely wasn’t supposed to be her younger, clumsy, baffling, babbling of an assistant. The girl who would drop her coffee in the morning, the girl who would blabber nonstop until Maura would cut her off, the girl who had barely begun to get her wardrobe together to appear presentable in her office, the girl whose newly bought pencil skirts definitely made her eyes linger while pretending that they definitely didn’t.

Maura and Scarlet clashed at every turn. Maura hadn’t wanted to hire her, but she was the daughter of someone important, and her boss demanded—in no uncertain terms—that she be taken on. And thus began the downward spiral that resulted in several hairs being pulled from Maura’s head. Hair that she would very much like to keep.

She definitely didn’t spend most mornings trying to keep her focus on the paperwork on her desk rather than sneaking glances to see how many buttons Scarlet had kept undone that day. She didn’t spent most of her lunch break hiding in her own office bathroom to avoid any sort of conversation with the younger woman. She didn’t spend most afternoons in meetings typing out notes and instructions to her assistant to avoid speaking directly to her while attempting to brush her skin against- no.

She definitely didn’t do any of that.

Maura was known for being cool, calculating, demanding, and firm in every decision she made. She moved everywhere with purpose. No move she exacted was made without carefully constructing and debating every tiny detail. She prided herself on running a successful company that ran like a well-oiled machine while her counterparts ran companies like a tornado, brashly making stupid mistakes and digging themselves out of holes.

Scarlet was a wrench in her well-oiled machine. She was a clumsy, inarticulate, young, sweet, beautiful wrench.

And said wrench was currently straddling her waist in her office chair with her tongue caressing the skin behind her ear.

This was definitely going to complicate matters.

Maura could make a list of a thousand smarter ideas than getting involved with her assistant. Like, donating to charity. One thousand and one. Starting weekly yoga. One thousand and two.

But then there was the way that Scarlet’s tongue was curling around her lobe and sucking it between her teeth that produced a deep moan from the depths of Maura’s throat. And instead of pushing the younger woman off her lap, she reached out and dug her fingers into her waist, pulling her closer.

“Are you sure about this?” Scarlet whispered, her bouncing blonde hair tickling the older woman’s nose. She took a deep inhale, her perfume intoxicating her senses and spiraling her into overload.

“I have actually considered over a thousand reasons why this is a terrible idea,” Maura ground out through her teeth as Scarlet’s hands wandered inside her blouse, “but I’m having a hard time caring about any of them.”

The smile that lit up Scarlet’s face was worth it, her blue eyes dancing with excitement, as she met the older woman’s lips with her own. Maura wound her hand through her blonde locks to pull her as close as possible. She tasted like mint, probably from all those gum packets in the girl’s desk, and coffee from her mid-afternoon coffee run.

The older woman couldn’t ignore the rising arousal that had been building since her young assistant had come tumbling into her office. She was everything Maura claimed to hate. She found her fingers itching to reach out for her, grab her into the nearest closet and kiss her senseless. She wanted to bend the girl over her desk. She wanted to lock themselves in a hotel room with nothing but room service. She wanted to buy her luxurious lingerie to wrap her up in so she could tear it all off.

Scarlet had managed to tear her blouse out of her slacks, and she was now running her fingers over her toned stomach, “Fuck, you’re beautiful…” she was whispering against her lips.

“You are the beautiful one, my dear,” Maura whispered back, loving the way her voice sounded breathless, her chest rising and falling with a twinge of pink. She gripped blonde hair tighter, without realizing, until she heard a soft gasp. “Too much?”

There was a hunger in Scarlet’s eyes that Maura had never seen before, and a deep growl. “Not enough. Do it again.”

Maura couldn’t stop the grin on her face as she stood up, taking Scarlet with her, and depositing her onto her desk. Scarlet spread her legs, wide, letting Maura step between them. There was something about the way that Scarlet submitted to her, giving her control the situation, allowing her to mold and manipulate her, that did dark and twisting things to her insides. She felt a fire deep down in her core that wanted to hear the younger girl beg and scream her name, for her release, to promise to do whatever she wanted. Her nightly dreams starred this exact scenario with several endings that all ended with ruined underwear in the morning.

“Could you…” Scarlet started to whisper, but hesitated…

“Can I, what?” Maura asked, tightening her fingers and bringing the girl’s head closer, so their lips were millimeters apart. She could feel the whimpering breaths against her lips. It made her tingle down to her toes.

The excited look on Scarlet’s face did everything for Maura, “Could you… be a bit rough with me?”

“Go on,” Maura commanded, taking her other hand and running a single fingernail down her neck, mesmerized by the way she could watch every hitch in her breath.

“It’s just…” more with the babbling, “… I’ve been dreaming about this since I stepped foot into your office, and I don’t know if this is a one-time thing or if this could be a…”

Still more babbling.

“… a reoccurring thing, but I would let you fuck me until you got tired of me.” Well that was an interesting babble. “But if for some reason you just need someone to get you off right now… I’ve always fantasized about you controlling me. If this is a one-time thing, I want to make the most of it.”

Maura answered her in the only way she knew how, as if her body had a mind of its own. She thrust her leg out, pulling her assistant forward enough to make direct contact with her leg, but balance most of her weight on the desk behind her. She relished in the delicious moan as she felt Scarlet’s core. It was too perfect. Scarlet began rubbing up and down immediately.

Greedy little thing, Maura mused as she dug her fingernails into her sides. She nipped at her neck before whispering straight into her ear. “While I appreciate your concern, I plan on fucking you for the foreseeable future. So…”

The girl was gasping happily now. She wrapped her arms around Maura’s neck as if she was holding on for dear life.

“We will have to keep this hush hush, but I plan on bending you over this desk every chance I get. I would love nothing more than spanking you when you're insubordinate.”

“God, you talking like that shouldn’t turn me on so much,” Scarlet whined, her breath coming in short pants.

“Are you wet?”

“You know I am.”

“Would you like me to do something about that?”

“Please,” she begged.

Maura lightly grasped the front of her throat, just enough to question. Her answer came with Scarlet breathing out in relief and leaning into her hand. She didn’t squeeze. She just left her hand there to allow Scarlet to control the level for now.

“Would you like me to order you below my desk and have you eat me out while I’m meeting with executives?”

Scarlet moaned and continued rocking back and forth against her thigh. Maura reached around and grabbed her ass, encouraging more movement.

“Would you come over to my home whenever I text you while I tie you to my bed, strap a toy to you, and fuck myself with it?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her breath become hoarse and desperate. She clung to Maura, rocking furiously against her thigh.

“Are you going to cum on my leg like the good little girl that you are?”

“Fuck, Maura, please, yes, yes, yes.” Scarlet had never felt so out of control of herself.

“Because you’re going to be my little whore, aren’t you?” Maura cackled, knowing that the humiliation would pour into her assistant’s bloodstream and make her pent-up arousal so much sweeter.

“I want to be your little whore. I’ll be your good girl. I’ll do whatever you want,” Scarlet begged, she felt like she was drowning. She leaned into the hand around her throat.

“If you cum on my leg right now like the dirty little slut you, I’ll reward you and then take you to buy you something pretty.”

If they had not been in the office, Scarlet would have screamed as she felt the tidal wave of her orgasm rock over her. Sex in exchange for luxuries had never been a turn-on for her before, but the way that Maura’s lips wrapped around her ear as she whispered it into her ear. The confidence in her voice as she was rutting against her like a dog. The belittling comments combined with the sweetness of wanting to take care of her threw her over the edge harder than any toy ever had. She rode out her high, moving her hips in a circle to get as much friction against her clit, wanting to feel as close to the older woman as she could.

When Scarlet had slowed down enough to get her breath under control, she opened her eyes to meet Maura’s. They were dark and hungry. Her ordinarily stoic face consumed with want.

“You know,” she breathed, her lips now smeared with her dark red lipstick, “I think might actually be the best idea I’ve ever had.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” Maura’s sights zoned into her assistant’s chest taking deep breaths. “You are more than I thought possible.”

The older woman didn’t wait to hear her assistant’s giggle as she ripped open her buttoned shirt. Underneath, a black lace bra set on display along with a set of very toned abs.

“Scarlet, I’m going to devour you right now,” Maura announced, giving her one last out.

“Promise?”

Maura’s grinned devilishly as she leaned down and began kissing each muscle and each inch of skin. She loved the way they trembled underneath her lips. The girl was leaning back now, exposing and allowing more access as Maura ran her fingernails up and down her sides. She kissed up to her neck, taking small bites, enjoying the greedy little moans from above her, distracting her as she unhooked the bra and let it fall down. She immediately cupped her breasts, loving the way they felt in her hand. “You’re so beautiful. I hope you know I plan to cover this entire body in marks…” a glorious groan from above her, “… but not right now.”

“I’m not sure if I’m happy or upset by that,” Scarlet laughed, spreading her legs even wider.

Maura answered by attaching her lips to one of the hardened nipples. She rolled her tongue around, gently flicking, alternating between sucking and scraping her teeth gently alongside it.

“Oh my god,” Scarlet shrieked, her arms shaking to keep herself up.

Maura ran her fingers along the edge of her panty line, alternating between putting a gentle amount of pressure and slipping fingers underneath the cloth that separated her entirely from her assistant.

“God, Maura, please… I need you inside me,” Scarlet begged, and Maura finally relented her teasing and slipped a finger inside her. The second she did so, she questioned every decision that kept her from fucking her assistant in her first place. She could have had this wonderful woman riding her fingers for months. She could have put herself out of such misery. She circled her finger around, feeling every inch of this gorgeous woman. She relished in the sharp, delicious gasps erupting from her mouth.

“Is that what you needed, baby?” Maura taunted as Scarlet half-laughed, half-growled as she clung tighter to her.

“You know I did,” her sweet voice answered.

Something dark and twisted swirled inside her as she added another finger. She slowly began thrusting inside and out. When Scarlet threw her head back, Maura attacked the side of her throat, sucking and biting until she felt wetness soaking her fingers.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” Scarlet whimpered, meeting each thrust with her own. Maura craved each time she made the younger woman into a whimpering mess. Her hair, normally very put together, was frizzy and messy. Her lipstick was smeared over both of them. Her skin was slick with sweat. Her arousal evidence upon her fingers as she picked up a hard pace, pounding the girl into her desk, “Fuck, fuck, oh my god—Maura, please. Fuck.”

“Cum for me, my little whore,” Maura whispered hotly in her ear. She felt the girl’s walls tighten around her fingers as a strangled cry broke free. She kept up her pace, fueled by every sound. She didn’t relent until she felt her body soften, her walls open up, and take in deep breaths of air.

She didn’t give the girl a chance to breathe before she removed her fingers from her cunt and pressed them up to her mouth. “Open.”

Lips opened immediately. Maura watched mesmerized as her pink lips opened and sucked the cum off her fingers. She swirled them around in her mouth like she had done in her pussy just mere seconds ago. “Good girl.”

The blonde merely nodded. Happily, eyes closed and trembling, fingers shoved inside her mouth. Suddenly, Maura couldn’t wait any longer.

“Down on the ground,” Maura ordered. Eyes fluttered open, but she slunk down onto the floor without any question. She sat on her knees, big eyes looking up at her as she waited for instruction. Maura unbuttoned her slacks, letting them fall to the floor. She unhooked one leg and perched it on the desk.

“You’re not wearing any underwear,” Scarlet noted, her fingers already reaching to run her fingers along the exposed skin.

“I was ruining them,” Maura answered, looking down at her. She wrapped her fingers around her chin. She watched a shudder run through the blonde’s body.

“… I did that to you?”

“You should find out for yourself,” Maura breathed before hooking her fingers around into her hair and tugging her forward.

Scarlet moaned in relief, her tongue sweeping through her arousal as if it were the fountain of youth. Maura’s knees trembled, pulling the girl closer with every lick she took. She wanted to ride this girl’s face until she couldn’t think anymore. She didn’t protest when hands reached around and dug into her ass.

“I want to grab one of my toys and fuck you into next week,” Maura breathed out, fire spreading throughout her body as Scarlet licked and sucked her clit. Scarlet’s fingers were grasping at her hips, running her nails down them, gripping into her skin. “I want to bend you over my knee and spank you until your ass is red.”

“Maura,” Scarlet moaned out between breaths, “please…”

Maura’s pussy was swollen. It was dripping wet. She felt like she was floating. Each thrust of the tongue, each suck at her clit, the way Scarlet was moaning that told Maura exactly how much she was enjoying this. The mess between her thighs giving away how much she was enjoying this. She loved the way the girl did exactly as she said. She loved the way she was eagerly eating her pussy. She loved the way she fawned over her. She loved the way she begged.

Scarlet slid a finger inside her, and Maura lost all sense of control. She could feel herself ordering the younger woman to make her cum, and quickly escalated to three fingers pounding inside of her. She pulled the girl against her pussy, creating as much friction against her clit as possible.

“Fuck, yes,” Maura moaned, uncaring about how loud she was, “That’s my good girl, oh my god…”

Words left her as her orgasm crashed over her. Scarlet continued her worship, extrapolating every inch of her orgasm out of her. Maura’s leg was basically wrapped around her head, her fingers tight in her hair. She looked down to Scarlet’s face beaming up at her, her orgasm washed over her face.

“Get up,” she ordered, surprised at how quickly Scarlet managed to get back up on her heels. She had barely managed her slacks back on that Scarlet was buttoning up her shirt. Maura placed her hand on Scarlet’s, “Leave them.”

Scarlet gave her a questioning look, so Maura provided an answer, “I believe I promised you something pretty, and then I’m taking you to a hotel.”

“You know you don’t actually have to do that,” Scarlet protested, “I thought you were just talking dirty—I don’t want you to think you have to buy me-“

Maura cut her off with a bruising kiss. It did the job in shutting the girl up. “I want to buy you something pretty. I want to take care of you. Let me do this.”

Scarlet ended up nodding, but Maura could see the crinkle of a smile on her lips. She kissed her again until there was definitely a smile on her face.

“Now, grab our stuff.”

The next words out of the younger’s woman mouth stopped Maura in her tracks and almost made her throw her back over her office desk.

“Yes, Mistress.”