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She had felt eyes on her all day. As she walked back and forth to the copier, to the mailroom, half-heartedly listened to coworkers discuss weekend plans around the water cooler. She knew he was watching her but Sophia didn’t have the guts to seek out the stalking eyes to confirm the feeling.
Sophia Stewart had been working at KeyCypher for almost eight months now. More had changed for her in those eight month than in all her past 28 years. Could she say it was a change for the better? Honestly she wasn’t sure yet. All she did know was that she was in deep enough that she wasn’t sure she could ever go back to how she lived before- before she had met him.
“Sophia!” The shout of her name jarred Sophia out of her thoughts as a frazzled looking coworker rushed across the break room. Joy Morris, worked in the same department as Sophia and was one she would count as an office friend (although Sophia’s shy and quiet nature made it hard for others to count her as theirs).
“Have you finished the your sections of the Mallard Report?” Joy inquired with a pained look on her face while she grabbed onto Sophia’s arm. Joy was also one for office dramatics. “I just saw the email that our team needs to have it turned in to Mr. Kay by 2:00 this afternoon.” Joy paused for a deep breath before continuing, “Sophia, it has to be done. The last time I turned in a team project late I thought for sure I was getting fired. This will be it for me. I can’t lose this job. Oh god, what am I going to do?!” With a dramatic gasp she fell onto one of the plastic chairs surrounding the nearby tables.
When she was sure that Joy had finished her rant Sophia patted her shoulder. “My sections were all finished and uploaded Monday. Do you need help with yours?”
“Oh I couldn’t ask you to do that, Sophia. I know you have other projects you are working on. I just… I just don’t know how I’m going to get this all done.” Joy dropped her head to the table with what could almost be described as a sob. Really, it was a good thing that the break room was empty. Joy already had a reputation and this little scene would only serve to increase the whispers behind her back.
Sophia raised her eyes to the ceiling for a moment to gather her wits, and with a light sigh, said, “Really, Joy, it’s okay. Most of my other work isn’t due until next week. So I’ve got a few hours this morning I can use to help you out.” With that Joy launched herself out of the chair and into Sophia’s (unexpecting) arms.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are really saving the day, Sof! You have access to all the data in our shared folders right? It really shouldn’t take you that long this this morning. Just make sure it’s uploaded before 2:00 so that it can be submitted. Oh god, what would this office Pendik Esmer Escort do without you!” And just like the whirlwind cloud she whisked in on, Joy was out of the break room in a blink.
Left standing in the now quiet and empty break room, Sophia blinked, trying to process what had just happened. She had offered to help but it sounds like the competition of the project was now on her shoulders. In truth, she genuinely liked helping out with stuff like this whenever she could. Sophia had little life outside of the office, she was normally just fine with that as she loved what she did and preferred being on her own anyway. But today was Friday and she had worked hard all week to get a majority of the workload done so she could coast into the weekend… so much for that game plan.
With a final sigh, she walked out of the break room ready to undertake the task at hand. However, as soon as she was back amongst the common work area she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. He was still watching.
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Having been busy at work finishing the final sections of the report, Sophia thought little when she’d felt her phone vibrate with a message. She was in her zone and happy to stay there. Finally, after submitting all the necessary documents, she raised her hands above her head in a well deserved stretch. Bring them back down with a sigh and glance at the clock-1:55. Job done and with 5 minutes to spare, she allowed herself a small smile for a job well done.
Sophia reached for her phone, planning to send Joy a message to let her know the project was submitted and her job was safe. She didn’t get around to sending that message when what she saw froze her to the bone.
1 missed message- **Closet. 1:45.**
Her heart sank.
*Shit. Shit. Shit.*
How could she let this happen? Was she really so focused on her work, work that wasn’t even hers, that she didn’t even think he would message for her today?
*Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.*
Standing on wobbly legs and she tried to move as quickly as possible out of the office without full on running. Heels clicked along the smooth floor in an unsteady rhythm as she made her way to a part of the building with mostly empty offices. There was a cleaning closet in the back corner. Being used only by the night staff it made for the perfect hideaway. Not even taking the usual precaution to look around for other watchful eyes, Sophia pull the door open, breath raged and body tense.
The lack of caution caused her to running smack into a wide, strong chest. Freezing as soon as her brain processed the current situation. He must have been just about to open the door to leave. Eyes drop to the floor as a deep voice washes over her.
“Well, Pendik Eve Gelen Escort well, well. So here you are at last. I’ve been waiting. For quite a while in fact.” It’s said in a tone that emphasizes how annoyed and wholly unimpressed by such a failure to be on time he is.
“I… I’m so sorry,” her voice is quiet and shaking. Eyes still looking at the ground as she clasps her hands in front of her, squeezing them as if that will give her the strength to continue.
“I…well, you see, I was trying to help Joy with the Mallard report and I wasn’t paying attention to my-“
Her voice is suddenly cut off by two strong hands on her shoulders pushing her back against the door. He looms over her for just a moment, looking down into the surprised eyes that finally looked up at him. The contact only lasted for a second as he suddenly turns on his heels and struts to the back wall of the closet. His stance wide as he plants his feet and crosses his arms over his chest.
“Touch yourself.”
If there had been other witnesses they would have probably laughed at the almost comical look of confusion and shock that passed over Sophia’s pale face.
From across the closet a dark chuckle vibrates the small space and then with a voice dripping with dominance he repeats himself.
“Touch yourself. Skirt up. Panties down. I want to see the office good girl get herself off. Make the time I’ve spent waiting for you worth it.”
With a quick glance up to that face, slightly hidden in shadows, she can tell from the look on it that the instructions had better not be repeated again. With shaking hands Sophia slowly begin to bunch the modest gray skirt up and around her waist. Sliding her hands down, thumbs catching on the waistband of both underwear and stockings, they slowly slide down smooth legs. Her legs spread automatically to keep them in place around her knees.
Taking a deep breath Sophia brings a hand down to her pussy. Running a finger across the slit she can already feel how wet and hot it is. She can feel her face burning red. What was becoming of her, just a few months ago she hardly ever masturbated. And when she did was under the sheets with all the lights off. Now here she was, stroking a soaked cunt, delicately spreading the arousal all over her folds. Slowly her shy and timid exterior begins to get lost in the sensation.
She can hardly control the moans when nimble fingers find her own clit and started rubbing tight circles. God, she needs to feel more, feel full- fingers are a sorry excuse for what she usually get in this closet. Letting out a whine for him to do something, anything to her.
“You are going to have to work hard than that if you want me, kitten,” is all he says.
With Pendik Evi Olan Escort renewed effort Sophia rubs herself faster and harder. Determined to get what her body is craving. Every fiber in her being longing for it.
Fingers are drenched with her own juices, it drips down her legs and is probably making a puddle on the floor. Sophia is using two hands now. Her left rubbing, pinching, pulling at her clit. The right pumping in and out of her vagina, two fingers trying to fill the void.
Finally, she feels her walls starting to spasm, cunt lips clenching around the two fingers. *Close. So, so close.* is the only thought in her brain. So far gone she doesn’t even register the commanding words, even in their dominant tone. She only refocuses when a hand grasps at her wrist, pulling it away from her pink, dripping pussy. Stopping her from the final push over the edge.
“I. Said. Stop. Slut.”
Sophia is gasping, chest heaving. Whole body shaking as the whispers of an almost-orgasm ripple through her body. For only the second time she looks up into his eyes, confused. He can’t help but smirk down at his little pet, her innocent face flushed, wisps of hair sticking to her forehead with sweat.
“Did you really think I was going to let you cum? No, no sweetie. Orgasms are for good little girls who know how to be on time.” Releasing her hand he takes a single step back, eyes raking up and down her still shaking form. Legs spread wide, when the light hits her legs just right he can see the wet arousal that has dripped down.
“I had such delicious plans for you this afternoon. I was so looking forward to fucking that tight little pussy of yours. But you made me wait today, Miss. Stewart.” Without even bothering to clean up the wetness on her legs or pussy, he motions for her to start pulling up her panties and tights.
Sophia can feel the streams of arousal on her legs sticking to the nylon, certainly creating dark, wet patches as she struggles to return them to their rightful place. The fresh arousal being released from her core begins to pool against her pussy lips in her underwear.
“You see, good girls get rewarded. They get fucked and get to cum. But naughty little sluts like you… well they get to walk around the office for the rest of the day on edge and smelling like the whore they are.” He smiles down at her as he reaches down to finish adjusting the modest gray skirt and tuck some stray hair behind her ear, clearly enjoying this turn of events.
Sophia feels like her body is on pins and needles. The ruined orgasm still lingering and humming across every nerve. She can’t tell is she wants to scream or just sit down and cry.
“And just so we are clear- no more touching, pet. Keep your fingers out of that dirty pussy until I say otherwise. So I would suggest paying attention to your messages for the rest of the day. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” is barely discernible.
“What was that, Miss. Stewart?”
“Yes, Mr. Kay, I understand.”
“Good girl.” And with a wink he is gone.