Jamie Dornan
Dakota Johnson
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The scent of his masculine cologne is strong and crisp but light. Not excessively overdone like some others.
Appealing.
Such, that wants to make you smell more of it; keep on inhaling it deeply. The more you take in, the less it is. Enticing. Heady; it grips the dark parts of your mind trying to reach that place, but is unable to. I want to desperately close my eyes through the musky remnants of his fragrance lingering in the air behind— him long gone,— but it can arouse inappropriate thoughts in other's minds. I want to bite my lip in sweet anticipation. I want to grip the Grey collars of his fine tailor-made suit jacket, the one that very much compliments this intoxicating smell of his and his whole persona, and yank him towards me. And I don't care if he slaps me or fires me afterwards. I want to have a taste of him once. I want to smooth my hands through his soft, brown curls and down through his muscular back. Feel him...
I bite my lips inconspicuously, hard, increasing my libido. Something about this making me go crazy. It's making me insatiable. Yes. I want to suddenly punish him for making me like that.
Although, sitting in my workspace, filled with all my other colleagues to the brim, these thoughts still consume the vastness of my mind.
I want him to use those sexy-as-sin masculine fingers on me... using me...
I usually do not give a fuck about men. I keep them at bay. Good guys— alright. Conservative guys— not my type. Inflexible guys— need to change themselves. Spineless incompetent losers who act macho— I CAN'T TOLERATE!!!...
I could kick them hard in the balls for all I care.
I'm damn near screaming, unable to control my sudden anger out-rush. I open and blink my eyes around, taking in my busy workplace, swallowing. With a light blush on my face.
Then I hear...
"Send her right inside." Comes the Mogul's final order. And smiling to myself, I know it's me.
I stand up already.
"Miss Anastasia Steele. Mr. Grey's demanding your presence." Andrea in her usual demeanour signals me towards his office. With a robotic smile on her face.
I grin inwardly, wickedly. Face the music.
I gingerly walk towards his office door.
I keep my best sweet smile plastered on my face and look at the door.
I open the door and close it behind me, forgetting my manners to knock. He's on his phone, to the ear, and cranes his neck to look at me with an eyebrow raised in disdain. He clears his throat, hangs up and looks at me pointedly.
Clearly counting on my misdemeanours.
Having that intense expression on his face, he's warning me about the danger I've chosen.
"Stand here!" He barks.
I look at him wide eyed and then comply by walking towards the selected spot. Putting on my best "kittenish innocence" face. He starts.
"You know that I do not tolerate any mistakes in my final pieces." His low voice is changing. "Then how THE FUCK DID YOU DELIBERATELY SEND THE WRONG DESIGNS TO MR. ADAMS YESTERDAY?!?!?!?" He abruptly roars like a lion, livid on heat. Causing me to jump in my shoes and lose balance.
Damnnn...!!! I expected it to be bad, but, not this much bad. Shit. I know I've done this deliberately.
I'm mortified. I know that the whole building has heard his outburst. Shit shit shit!!! I have no where to look. My eyes are moving here and there, not settling. I'm flustered and flushes with his wrath and intensity.
Looking up at him, I feign innocence, but my facade falters when I look into his intense, dark, hungry eyes. It's like he either wants to fucking murder me alive or fuck the life out of me.
I swallow.
"Sir..." I try in a feeble voice. "I... I'm well aware of this. B-but... I might have...!"
"What Anastasia??? What have you???" He shouts again. Not buying any of my excuses again.
"You want me to do the last thing I would?" His scary eyes angry, his eyebrow raised, he starts.
"N-no Sir... don't... I want you to..."
"You want me to fire you?" He looks at me like a lion ready to attack.
But I can't help it... I'm staring at him. I'm lost in his look. He just looks so damn sexy in this moment. Angry and worked up like this. Like, if I would lay a finger on him, he'd snap and slap me. If I'd argue with him, he'd threaten me. If I'd agree to my mistake, he'd use me.
It's a game all too enticing and luring, one that I'm not up for letting go.
I need adventure like this in life to follow, and every man isn't what Mr. Grey is.
I've never done this before, but I know that I can with the man infront of me.
I lick my lips and purposely bite them hard. Enough to drive him wild. I stare at him a little too long, and rake my eyes shamelessly over his entire height, including his semi invisible length under those slacks.
Now... I'm not going to lie, I'm a wanton bitch when I want. I'm not to hide it. I'm not all completely demure, unlike what my apparent features deceivingly display to the person ahead.
His eyebrows raise dangerously, the promising depravity shining in his grey orbs.
I guess he's guessed my game...
He licks his own lips and then stalks towards me with the slowness of a snail but the manner of a panther. Ready to stake his claim.
"Mr. Grey... I think I must have obliviously sent these to the other company. I was a bit frustrated yesterday..."
"What frustrations are wrecking havoc upon your little head Miss Steele?" His tone is completely changed anymore, from cold rock to smooth honey... playfully deceptive.
"Or is it your body...? Miss Steele?" He purrs.
An unbidden gasp displaying my shock, leaves my mouth. I peer at him up my long eyelashes.
"It was my body... yes. Mr. Grey." I purr back at him, all the while keeping my baby blues on him and taking four steps towards him.
Feeling bolder... sexier... wetter...
For him.
Damn... he's a vision in this Grey suit of his. Grey... just like him.
I lean in... visibly moving towards him and lean in. I sniff and inhale deeply, taking in his rich fragrance, stronger when I put my face near him.
If I wasn't so dazed, I would've probably laughed at his expression of surprise.
He doesn't know what's coming next. Good enough for horrifying him.
I put my hands on his collars and yank him towards me harshly, shocking him. I play out my fantasy. I kiss him on his cheek lightly and for the second peck, he deliberately rotates his face to the side so that my kiss lands on his naughty lips.
"Who's naughtier now huh!?" I look at him all wide eyes, a shy grin creeping up to my cheeks.
His look is pointed but sexy, his big grey eyes looking at me devilishly.
God...!!! He's so handsome.
He can do whatever he wants to me...
"Ahhh..." escapes my lips when he harshly plucks my hands off of his suit jacket and rotates me around to sit on him. He forcefully drops me back on his lap and and then up and down.
"Mmmmm..." I moan.
"You like it? Kittenish bitch." He speaks softly, amplifying me shock and arousal at his dirty language.
I stare at him and then smile coyly at him backwards.
"Don't look so shy. You know you are. If you weren't any better, you'd be on your ass on the streets after I would've fired you. But, I've decided to punish you how you wanted." He smirks.
"And that is..?" I'm lost, my mouth falling open.
"Using you to fulfill my desires." He gulps darkly.
He then rubs me up and down again and again until I moan more and throws me up.
Ahhhhh... the hot breath of his on my neck and face is enough to stretch the aching desire in my limbs. Enough to awake the sex cat dormant inside of me.
"Go ahead and sit on the couch." He commands.
I walk to his white, plush sofa, at the side of his vast, monochromatic office, overlooking the skyline of Seattle.
"Take off your blouse."
Im quivering and aching and anticipated.
I make a show of my maroon blouse by taking it off very slowly... the material leaving my chest then slowly revealing my tiny lacy number, of the same colour.
I do not have any boyfriend or a fuck buddy or any one else... but I like to admit it that I dress up everyday for my job like I'm dressing for Mr. Grey. I like to pretend that I'm ever going to have a chance with him, and please him; which I'm having. Finally.
I continue to stare at him shyly. Actually. Because I feel exposed and shy under him seductive gaze and his presence.
"Now... take off your pencil skirt and crawl towards me. Like a cat."
All the air has left my body.
Ohhh my...!
I have to admit that all my boldness has been drained.
I know that he's one kinky asshole, but, who said I didn't like it?
I slide the smooth black skirt off of my long legs, making sure to flash them towards him. I'm left wearing only my maroon panties and this tiny bra, in which my breasts look big and amazing.
I look at him boldly, and then get on my hands and knees, ass in the air.
He smirks at me.
I'm flushed.
Usually, I would've been hesitant to perform such a bold act for anyone, but, right now, I don't care. I want this sinfully hot devil to play with me. This devil in the shape of my boss.
He twists his torso and picks up a set of glasses off his desk, while I'm on my knees, crawling the part of the floor of his office which is covered with a soft rug. I'm not hurting my knees.
He opens and wears those glasses, the squared frame perfectly complimenting his look and his handsome face.
The sight of him standing sexily infront of me, staring downwards, with his hands on his hips and glasses on, fulfils every part of my erotic reverie of a strict professor teaching me a lesson.
I stop short against his feet, still on my hands and knees and then wiggle my curvy ass at him.
"On your knees. Sit straight." He orders.
"Lower the cups of your bra and show me your nipples on that creamy flesh of your breasts." His tone salacious and demanding, his eyes are smouldering.
Ohhhh myyyy...
My face goes scarlet infront of him.
I'm hesitant at first. My hand slows the mid way.
"Why...? Shy now?" He chuckles but looks at me with a piercing gaze that makes me wet with need. Need to do something depraved. To push myself to my limits so that the brazen acts of mine make my toes curl with lust.
I slowly lower them down and pull my breasts out on both sides. I grin and twist my torso side to side, playfully, to see them shake as they are hanging out largely.
Only to see him looking at me with that intensity again. Fire and desire pooling in his greys.
"Balance on your knees and shake around on them like a puppy." His expression is matching mine, wicked, but I frown now.
"...So that I could see your big breasts shake up and down with the force." He smirks like a bad boy from the wrong side of the town!
And I have to bite my lip, and lower my gaze from the flush that overtakes me.
"You're a pervert, aren't you?" I throw the question on him while massaging my boobs and licking my lips.
"Damn right baby! I'm a pervert who's going to use you for my personal show. Needless to say, that it's your own fault or shall I say 'will' that you're here." He speaks smugly. "Bounce now!!!"
I start to keep my balanced form straight in the air, on my knees, so he could see me, and begin bouncing slowly. Although, I'm extremely turned on, his gaze makes me red in the face. My breasts start to bounce up and down with my motions, wildly and they jerk my body even more. I'm forced to close my eyes and moan at this torture, while he's looking at my flesh bouncing heavily. He knows that my breasts are a bit bigger and I know that he enjoys looking at them like a pervert he is.
Not going to lie about all the times I've imagined his hard rod, in my head too.
He is eye-fucking my while body and my breasts too, bordering on fucking me.
"You're so sexy Anastasia Steele! And you're a fucking slut. My slut! For my pleasure. And you're happily going to give me what I want. A price to pay." He roars, lust clouding his head.
"Stop and come to me on the couch!" He commands again.
Gosh... he's like a vision even closer, with those glasses on, even more.
"You're so sexy in those glasses, Mr. Grey." I purr in my best sweet voice.
"Uhuh? I know sweetheart." He replies smugly, his grin plastered to his face, which my hands itch to remove by slapping him.
"You want to slap me?" He wraps his hand around my wrist, forcing me forwards. An animalistic instinct taking over him. "Here. Slap me. COME ON!!!" He pushes me forwards.
"You act like a demure kitten right? I know you're anything but innocent. I know you're a fucking..."
I slap my palm on his face. Not that hard. But hard, a little bit, enough to ignite the fire of wrath inside of him.
I'm made to be a slut for my own boss!!!
His eyes raise to my own, wrath burning holes in my face. He is LIVID!
And I'm thrilled about this beyond my comprehension.
Before I can even wrap my head around the motion that shifts me, his large, strong hands have gripped my neck, almost painfully, and forced me forwards until my nipple has landed straight in his sinful mouth.
God knows how he's controlling his hands and mouth to eat or murder me alive!
He bites it hard, the pure pain of the pleasure and pleasure of the pain, making my body sing. Wetness seeps out of my fast, coating my panties. He sucks my nipple harshly and then bites it again.
The feeling is delicious.
I bite my lip enough to draw blood out of it.
"Ahhhhh..." I moan for all I care.
His large, strong hand snakes to my behind and wraps around my ass cheek dangerously, which I absentmindedly peer behind to see. Simultaneously, his mouth is moving to the other breast of mine which is bites equally hard. Eliciting a small scream out of me.
"Quiet!!!" He is angry. And he suddenly spanks my ass hard, with his palm.
"Mmmmm..." I love this delicious feeling.
He grins darkly.
He mouth is moving, exploring my breast, my flesh, and then pauses inch by inch, to give my love bites all over them.
"You're tainting me!" I pout and fake cry.
"I love it..." He chuckles again.
"You're a devil...!"
"You love it witch."
He's so smug!
He pulls my mouth towards him, my naked breasts already seen by him so closely. I have to lean forwards a bit, falling on him completely.
Erotic kissing sounds fill my ears and air, as takes my plump lips with his own delicious ones and kisses me in a juicy manner.
He's coaxing me. Pleading with me. Turning me putty.
His hand lands on my ass again as he orders, ever the authoritarian.
"Worship my body with yours." He winks.
I slowly lean back. Then getting the signal, I start to rub and twist my body over him. Giving his body a massage with my own. I lazily collide and rub on him, stroking his lean body and muscles taut under his suit.
His mouth his slack, but muscles and hands straining to touch me. Anywhere. Controlled; so as to he could rein himself and not pounce on me immediately. I occasionally even stroke his hard length straining against his slacks and making a tend atop, with moaning sweetly.
He still is looking at me with that smoking hot expression, despite difficulty, when I wiggle my exposed breasts playfully. Then, between moaning and biting my lip, I reach behind my back and unclasp my lacy bra, throwing it aside.
He is literally eye-fucking me.
"I love looking at your large breasts baby." He rasps.
I wink at him slyly.
I lean on him... and then in a flash, free his cock from his slacks. I rub it up and down again and again, rapidly, until it leaks precum.
"This is how it feels to be wet and wanton..." I rasp.
"Suck it bitch..."
I bob my head up and down slowly, then fast, licking his head again and again.
Driving him wild...
I then release it with a pop, not making him cum.
"Sit astride me." He is curt.
Placing his hands on my curvy ass, he knead them, sure leaving fingerprints and marks on them. My boobs are in his face. His hot breath on my skin. I arch my neck. He kisses on my skin and down. Bites my pebbles. Kisses my stomach. I put my hands in his curls and tug. He grunts. I moan. I grind on his length, until his finger slips in my panties.
"You're so wet. Who makes you like that?"
"You. Sir."
"You enjoy being fucked like a slut by your Boss huh?" He challenges me.
I moan, as his finger thrusts inside my pussy hole.
"Ahhhhhhh..." It's difficult to speak with the pleasure coursing through me.
"Speak it! Bitch." He spits.
"Yes. Yes. Yes!!!!" I scream in his ears while he pulls my hair hard.
"Make me come Mr. Grey." I mewl.
"Not yet sweetie... First you'll take your punishment." He barks. "Take off your underwear first and show me that pussy. I want to see it."
My face reddens.
I take off my panties and throw them at him but he catches them to inhale my smell.
"You love the smell of my pussy?" I grin evilly at him.
"Yes. It's musky and intoxicating."
I climb on his thighs and then part my legs to show him my cunt. He loves the view. Then I lay down on his thighs. My tush at the back at his mercy. He parts my legs wide enough. He lays his strong hands in a slap against my buttocks repeatedly, until I cry out.
Ooofff... it's painful. My ass hurts and it's bruised but, my loins ache for him.
He then, moves his head back to spit in my dripping pussy.
Ahhhhhh... that's so erotic to me.
"Lie back. I can't wait anymore."
I open my legs infront of him, he takes off his glasses and then dips his head in my between to lick my pussy clean.
"Ooooohhhhh..." I screech because it feels heavenly. It makes my toes curl in sweet agony.
His thick, veiny prick is read for my pussy, because he rubs it up and down and then presses it hard against my hole. He painfully grips my head back while he thrusts into me.
"Mr. Grey..." I scream... it's painfully stretching me.
"It's gonna get alright baby... just feel it..." He rasps...
He starts moving slowly and I slowly feel the aching pleasure I want oh-so-much to feel.
"Ahhhhhhhhh..."
He grunts like a grizzly bear too.
After a few thrusts, he throws me into a doggy style position until he rams into me hard again and again still. He forces me back by my hair hard, until I'm straight against him, arched into an S, so that I could feel him everywhere inside of me.
"What do you want baby?"
"I want it harder..."
His thrusts are shallow now, my pussy aching again.
"Not good enough..."
"I want you to fuck my pussy harder..." I bellow.
He roughly pulls me into a sitting position, atop of him and I continue to ride him like a whore.
He bites and pinches my nipples, fucking my pussy hardest, I've ever had anyone. My tits bouncing and going crazy.
Until I cum on his big, hard cock and he cums deep inside of me.
"Mmmm..." I moan hard. While he kisses my chest and neck.
He grin wickedly then.
"Oops...I forgot to wear a condom."
"Fuck you! Good riddance I'm on birth control."
"Smart girl." He praises.
I just roll my eyes.
He cleans himself and I'm left to do my own. I come out of his bathroom, where he's already suited booted and wearing his glasses.
All business again.
I start towards the office door when I'm met with him.
"You aren't going anywhere. Rectify your error and withdraw. Send the right designs to Mr. Adams. You ain't leaving unless I direct you too." He looks at me all business and serious but I stick my tongue out at him.
He puts his hand on my ass, smiling lazily.
I start to work again...
