Hump Day

I made my way to work with a skip in my step, the satisfaction of yesterday still lingering. I arrived early, wanting to get some alone time with James before we opened up.

"Morning boss," I greeted him cheerfully.

"Morning, Lily." James replied, without looking up.

I walked over and leaned against the bar.

James didn't look up from his paperwork. He continued scribbling, the pen leaving faint scratches on the paper. There was an awkward silence in the air.

"So, did you enjoy our conversation last night?" I asked finally, breaking the ice.

James looked up at me. "It wasn't much of a conversation." James replied nonchalantly.

The silence hung in the air, thickening. My heart raced, and I felt my stomach twist with anxiety. This was not how I expected things to go after last night.

James looked up and walked over to me, stopping inches away.

James' eyes locked with mine, his intense gaze holding me captive. "Laura will be here in a minute, bottle up the bar ready for opening," he instructed, before walking away.

I felt deflated. The atmosphere had suddenly changed. James had shut me out. I wanted nothing more than for him to use me for his own pleasure. Maybe that's what he was trying to show me.

Laura arrived and we prepared the bar for opening. We worked together seamlessly, chatting and laughing as normal. I felt like James was trying to prove something to me, make me think that our encounter was nothing special.

As I served the customers, I couldn't shake the thought of him taking me. I replayed the events in my mind, savouring every detail. Laura noticed my distracted state, "is everything alright?" she asked.

"Yeah, just thinking." I replied with a **** smile.

"Is everything okay with James? Abby said he'd been pretty hard on you," Laura asked, concerned.

"Yes, everything is fine," I lied, trying to convince myself as well.

As the day went on, my mind drifted towards James constantly. I found myself fantasising about him taking me roughly, dominating me. It was an almost unbearable longing.

During a quiet moment at the bar, James approached me, "can I talk to you in my office please Lily?" My heart raced, anticipation filling me. As we entered his office, I closed the door behind us.

I stood nervously, feeling the weight of his gaze on me. His intensity was palpable, making me feel exposed. His demeanour exuded confidence, yet there was an underlying tension in his posture. I waited, my nerves getting the better of me. Our eyes met, locking in a silent exchange. I waited, my nerves getting the better of me. I hoped he'd take me right there.

"I need you to work tomorrow, I have some extra shifts to cover," James said. "That's okay, whatever you need," I responded enthusiastically.

"Good," he said with a smirk. "Now, about last night. You were quite forthcoming, considering the circumstances," James said, sitting back in his chair, his expression giving nothing away.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to hide my nervousness.

"You send me a picture of yourself, laid next to your loser boyfriend." he said matter-of-factly.

"It wasn't my intention," I replied, feeling heat rise to my cheeks.

"Nevertheless, it's important that we address this. Was he not able to satisfy you?" James asked, his tone hinting at something deeper.

"No, it's not that. It's just..." I trailed off, unsure of how to explain.

"Go on," James urged.

"I don't know how to say this... but I couldn't stop thinking about you, taking me roughly." My cheeks flushed as I admitted my dark desires.

James raised an eyebrow, intrigued by my confession.

"Did the video help you?" He asked coldly, making me flush even more.

"No, it was just... Yes," I whispered, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.

"Did you play with yourself next to him?" James asked bluntly.

"Yes," I admitted sheepishly.

"Do you want me to show him how a real man fucks you?" James challenged.

My heart skipped a beat. Did he mean it? "Yes," I breathed, feeling a thrill run through me.

"Open your legs" He ordered.

I was sat across from him, my knees parted, exposing my most intimate parts. I gripped the edge of my chair, my pulse racing in anticipation.

"Spread them wider," James demanded, his voice gruff.

"Touch yourself," James commanded softly. I reached down, my fingers finding their way to my wet folds. I caressed myself, my fingers moving faster with each passing second. The sensation sent shivers throughout my body.

I stared at him while He stood up and walked over to me. He stopped in front of me and began unzipping his pants. I watched him, transfixed by his actions. The thought of him inside me, taking control overwhelmed me. My breath caught in my throat as he pulled out his cock.

It was huge, throbbing with desire. He was the alpha male I craved, commanding and powerful. I reached out for it, but he stopped me. "Touch yourself again," he murmured, his voice husky. His presence consumed me, making me tremble with anticipation.

I followed his command, my fingers stroking my clit rhythmically. The tension built within me, my body yearning for release.

My hands trembled as I continued to touch myself, my fingers gliding smoothly over my swollen folds. James' eyes were fixed on me, a predatory gleam evident in them. He slowly stroked his cock, watching me.

Inspired by the thought of him taking me, I pushed myself to the brink of ecstasy, allowing my body to succumb to the rising wave of pleasure. My eyes fixed on his cock, my mouth watering at the thought of having it inside me.

I groaned as I came, my body trembling with the **** of the orgasm. My hand continued to move, milking the last drops of pleasure from my aroused body.

James stroked himself harder, the veins on his neck becoming more pronounced. "Look at me," he commanded. I lifted my eyes to meet his, his piercing gaze burning into me.

I felt myself become wetter, my body responding to his domineering presence. He was stroking harder now, and faster.

"Open your mouth" He commanded. My heart was pounding in my chest, anticipation building as I obeyed his order. I opened my mouth wide, willing to take him deep inside me. He stepped closer, his hardness bumping against my lips. His eyes were ablaze with lust, a feral gleam reflecting his intentions.

With a few quick strokes he brought himself over the edge. He placed the tip of his cock in my mouth and unloaded his semen, spilling his essence down my throat. I eagerly swallowed every drop, wanting to show my submission to him.

James leaned back in his chair, his heavy breathing echoing around the room. "Well done, you can go now" he said, his voice rough with satisfaction. I remained motionless, feeling the weight of his gaze upon me. I felt a mix of exhilaration and fear. "But, I need you inside of me..." I looked up at him, my eyes pleading. "Please," I whispered, feeling **** yet empowered by my own desires.

James regarded me for a moment, his expression unreadable. "Next time I fuck you, it'll be while your boyfriend is there." James smirked.

"James, I couldn't," I whispered, my heart pounding.

"Go back to work," James said coolly, breaking the spell.

I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away from him as I got up and left his office. I spent the rest of the evening at the bar, lost in my thoughts and unable to shake the images that played in my head.