Hey you guys!

Here's another update! Can you tell, I am off duty this week? Lol!

Anyways, lots of smut ahead. NSFW! Read with care! (For GIFs, check out the story on my AO3).

Elle was sitting at her desk, a dozy smile on her lips. She had just clocked in at work. She was quite exhausted, having spent most of the night in Roland's tender care. Her body was sore and she felt wan from the exertions. How the man managed to keep going like that was a mystery to her. He seemingly had no trouble maintaining an erection for hours at a time, even after he had climaxed. She had tried to keep up with the man, but she realized after a while that he seemed to have an endless source of energy and stamina. She had been forced to tap out eventually. Even then he had kept at it, giving her no less than 3 more climaxes before he finally relented. The tenacious man was wild. It both scared her, but also excited her. Never in her wildest dreams had she considered the implications of going home with her boss. How could she have known what the man was capable of?

A quiet voice inside her noted that he had in fact warned her.

Shush.

She was not even considering ending whatever it was they had going on. She was addicted now.

"Miss Thomas, do you have the copy of the Coldmann's case?" A voice behind her suddenly asked.

Elle gasped in shock, and spun in her chair. Roland was watching her intently. She gawked at him.

"The- what, sir?" She tried, suddenly feeling very stupid.

Roland stepped closer.

"I asked you to make a copy of it last week, miss Thomas, do you remember? I know you wouldn't forget an important task like that, would you?" He asked, his eyes flashing dangerously.

Elle clutched, as she suddenly knew she had made a mistake. A big one.

"Oh my god, I completely forgot," she said in a low voice, her eyes wide.

How on earth had she forgotten? Well, you damn well know why. Your brain was a little preoccupied with the fact that your boss was across the globe, knowing full well he was going to fuck your brains out when he would get back.

Shush! She intoned inwardly, more firmly this time.

"Well..." Roland said, his voice suddenly assertively disappointed.

"That is…. Unfortunate, miss Thomas," he said darkly.

He scratched his beard thoughtfully. Elle hung her head in shame. What a stupid thing to forget.

"I need you to get it done as fast as you can, miss Thomas. I have to be in court in a couple of hours," he said forcefully.

Elle looked at him, her mouth slightly agape.

"Get going," he said, gesturing for her to move it.

She scrambled up, and hastily went to the file closet, intending on finishing the job as fast as she could.

"Meet me in my office once you're done," he called after her.

She glanced over her shoulder, just as she saw him disappearing through the double doors to his domain. She nearly stumbled when her brain conjured up an image of her last stint into his office.

Shit.

Elle managed to get the copy done in just under 45 minutes. She ran to Rolands office, bursting through the doors, brandishing the thick folder. Roland sat behind his desk, and he never even glanced up as she allowed the door to crash shut behind her.

"I have it, sir," she said, breathlessly.

"Miss Thomas, do you intend on blundering around all day?" He asked her casually, without looking up from his papers.

She halted, gulping.

"What do you mean?" She asked cautiously.

"First, you forget to do your damn job, and then…" He finally glanced up at her. He stood abruptly, and walked towards her, easily relieving her of the heavy file. He threw them on his desk and looked down at her.

"...You forget to knock," he said, his voice suddenly very low.

Her breath hitched as she recognised that gleam in his eyes again.

Double shit.

Roland suddenly kissed her passionately, his fingers digging through her hair. His beard scratched her face, but he was relentless, apparently intent on tasting every part of her mouth and lips. She moaned softly, unable to do much but follow his lead. Eventually he pulled away, looking at her dangerously. She felt like a piece of meat served on a silver platter. Or gold, as Roland would settle for nothing less.

"It seems I need to discipline you again," he said silkily, a slow smirk spreading across his lips.

Elle felt her heart flutter. She had barely recovered from her last punishment from the tenacious man. Even so, a violent shudder ran through her, a thrill of anticipation running up her spine, making her erupt into goosebumps. His grin turned wolfish as he seemingly noted her reaction. Without another word, he dragged her towards a simple table, it looked like a dinner table, but it was filled with a ray of electronics. He hastily placed her hands palms down on the surface, her body bending forward somewhat.

"You do not move until I say so, is that understood, pet?" He asked her, his deep voice tip tapping down her spine.

She nodded, confirming his words. He crooned approvingly.

"Do you realize that you have started to call me sir. Even when I am not screwing your fucking brains out?" He then asked, his lips ghosting her ear hotly.

She shivered again at the bluntness of his words. She felt her womb clench fiercely.

"That was a question," he soon added dangerously, his hands on her hips.

"No," she answered immediately.

"Very good, Elle," he praised softly.

"It would seem that you are turned on by submitting to me, pet," he added, his pelvis pushing against her but.

Elle felt another pulse in her lower abdomen.

"Isn't that right, Elle?" He growled, sensuously dry humping her.

"Yes," she answered, feeling her body give itself over completely to him. In his words; Submitting.

He very suddenly hiked up her skirt, pushing it up over her ass, revealing her dark panties to his gaze. She felt his finger drag down the soft fabric almost reaching her folds tantalizingly, his movements slow and deliberate.

"Lovely," he murmured, his voice filled with need.

"But I am afraid they will have to go."

With that he pushed her down onto the surface, yanking the flimsy garment down aggressively, kicking her legs further apart as he did so.

Elle felt a searing gush at her core, as she realized what he was doing. She heard the zipper of his slacks, as he hastily freed his cock from its confinements. He gave a deep grunt as he unceremoniously thrust deeply into her, fucking her hard and fast from the get go. She could only moan as he filled her again and again, making her insides tingle as he rubbed along her walls.

"You do not get to come, pet," he commanded darkly, his breath coming a little faster as he took her from behind.

Her hips were pushed hard against the table as he fucked her, and she knew there would be bruises later. He placed his hands on top of hers, leaning in over her, his pelvis slapping hard against her ass every time he rammed into her. Her insides felt molten, and she squeezed her eyes shut, as she concentrated on not climaxing. She prayed he would come soon, otherwise she would be unable to obey his command. Suddenly he pulled out, and knelt behind her. Her eyes widened, and she dearly wanted to see what he was doing, but she dared not look.

"Say hello to an old friend, Elle," He purred as he held up a familiar bullet shaped pill so she could see.

"Oh god," she whispered, as she felt his fingers slide through her already puffy folds.

"Shhh… It's okay," he soothed, even as she felt him insert the pill.

He pushed it in as far as he could reach, making her groan as his digit abraded her G-spot. Then he got to his feet and penetrated her again, using his member to push the suppository in even deeper, fucking her hard and fast again.

"This should teach you a lesson," he growled, as he thrust even harder.

Elle felt him shiver and thrust unsteadily into her as he finally climaxed.

He pulled out and righted his clothing. She began to straighten up, but suddenly she felt his hands on her shoulders. He leaned in over her again, his mouth just by her cheek.

"No, pet. You have not gotten permission to move. I should like you to stay here, in this position, until I get back. Then I will see to your needs. If you have deserved it." He chuckled deeply as she gasped.

"But that could be hours!" She exclaimed desperately.

"Yes?" He said pointedly.

"Is that a problem?" He asked dangerously.

She gulped.

"No," she finally said, though with an edge of apprehension in her voice.

He gave an appreciative grunt, and removed his person from her. Elle kept her body still, as he went to get his papers.

"You are a vision, my dear," he said as he walked towards the door.

"Bent over my table like that, skirt hiked up, my seed gently leaking from your puffy cunt. I am going to have a hard time concentrating on this case, knowing full well that you will be desperately waiting for my cock." He grabbed the door handle, turning towards her for a final time.

"Oh, and I have my eyes on you. He tapped his phone. If you move, I shall know." Then he left.

Elle felt a thrill run down her spine. What on earth was he playing at? Anyone could walk in on her, displayed, legs spread wide apart. Just as she had the thought, the doors opened again, and her heart clenched violently. Then she saw it was only Roland.

"I can't believe I almost fucking forgot," he said, smacking his hand to his forehead. He went to her, and growled in approval as he saw her presented for his gaze. Then she felt him insert something cold and flexible inside her vagina. The egg from her last punishment. She gasped and jerked, but he held her in place.

"No, my little kitten. Stay," he admonished.

Elle froze. Then she felt something else probe her other hole, and she squeezed her eyes shut at the sensation. Roland carefully inserted a slickened small anal buttblug into her, caressing her ass as the device settled in place. Elle groaned, the feeling completely foreign to her.

"Is that painful?" He asked gently.

Elle shook her head. Definitely not painful. Just totally unfamiliar.

"Good. I seem to have forgotten something though," he said mockingly, making a show of thinking hard.

"Oh, I fucking know!" He exclaimed. The egg inside Elle suddenly roared to life, and her entire body lurched at the feeling.

"Oh fuck!" She exclaimed, her fingers clutching onto the edge of the table, as she felt her insides convulse at the sensations.

"Temper, temper kitten," he crooned seductively.

"This will be your punishment for your transgressions. You are forbidden to climax. Should you do so, the consequences will be… Severe." She felt him fiddle with the buttplug, wiggling it gently, and she suddenly knew what he was going to do.

"Do you understand?"

This man is gonna be the death of me! She thought fiercely as she bit her lip, trying to hold back a groan.

"Kitten?" He asked, his silky voice dangerous.

"Yes," she gasped.

He slapped her ass. Not too hard, just enough to startle her.

"Yes, what?" He growled.

"Yes sir," she amended urgently, the words exploding from her as she struggled to keep control of her body.

"Good," he said.

"I shall see you later then, miss Thomas," he added casually, walking towards the door.

Elle heard the lock click, leaving her alone and on edge, the toy inside her buzzing dully.

Until next time! Cheers!

-Pancakes