Anderson heard the angry footsteps heading his way and felt a twinge of irritation. It was the biggest drawback of him and Myeka both working from home — the constant possibility of interruption. The door to his office flew open and she stood there, her eyes flashing, breathing hard, her whole body tense.
“Some fucker just accused me of breaching copyright,” she spat, stalking into the office, fury radiating from her. She was completely oblivious to him, he could tell, lost in her own temper. “He spoke to me like I was a fucking moron, like I hadn’t been working my ass off in this industry for ten years.” Suddenly, her eyes focused in on him, and Anderson sensed the shift in her anger. “He spoke to me like I was nothing but a clueless woman.”
“You’re mad,” Anderson stated neutrally.
“Yes I’m fucking mad!” she glared at him. “Of course I don’t expect you to understand, given you have a fucking penis and would never get treated like this. My blood is boiling. I am So. Fucking. Angry!”
There was a subtle shift in the room. His irritation faded, replaced by chemistry. She was so hot when she was angry. Her anger became frustration, and her gaze became more anticipatory.
“Like you’re just a stupid woman?” he asked, his voice deliberately low and slow. He stood, approaching her where she stood, still breathing hard.
She jutted her chin out, defiant. “Like I am limited to boiling water and vacuuming,” she hissed venomously. “Like there is no possibility I could keep up with him.”
He reached for her, gently grasping her wrist, and then in a swift movement, well-practiced, spun her around, taking hold of her other arm and pulling both taut behind her. He held them in his left hand, snaking his right arm around her, pulling her against him. Turning her with him, he pushed them both toward his desk, stopping only when her body was hard against the edge of the desk.
“And you think you could…keep up with him?” Anderson asked, feeling his cock swell against her, knowing she could feel it too. “You think you could keep up with me?”
“I don’t think, I know.” Her voice was hard, edgy, waiting. She ground back into him, pushing her ass against his cock.
Anderson used his free hand to push on her upper back until she bend forward, laying the top of her body across the desk. He released her arms briefly, but only to bring them above her head. He pinned her with his body and his left hand, using his right hand to loosen and free his belt, which he then looped around her wrists, securing them together above her head. Once that was done, he kept pressure on her upper back with one hand, holding her to the desk, and slid the other hand up her thigh, lifting her skirt as he did so. He bunched it on her waist, so her ass was bared to him, her white lace panties making his cock twitch. He grabbed her ass cheek, squeezing it, kneading it, still holding his hardening cock against her.
“You still mad?”
“I’m fucking fuming.” Her voice was black, the tension radiating from her. She pushed back, tried to straighten, to stand, but he held her firmly down.
“Oh no, lovely,” he said softly. “You’re not going anywhere.” The hand on her ass slid between her legs, his fingers tracing the length of her slit, rubbing the lace gently into her. He felt the heat, but wanted more. Tucking his fingers through the crotch of the panties, he gave a sharp tug, ripping the lace, removing any barrier between her pussy and his fingers. He found her clit and began circling it rhythmically.
She tried to clamp her thighs together, to block his access. She pushed upwards, backwards, making him put even more pressure on her back.
“I see I shouldn’t have put your hands above your head,” he said in a disapproving tone. He pushed into her, trapping her hard against the desk, his fingers leaving her pussy. He moved quickly, releasing her wrists, yanking them back behind her back and re-tying them, tighter this time. He used them to pull her backwards, off the desk, turning her toward the couch in the corner of the room. Pushing her down onto her knees, he bent her over the cushions, kneeling behind her, forcing her legs apart as he used his free hand to pull her skirt up and over her hips, once again baring her ass.
She was panting, breathless with anger, frustration seeping from every part of her. She needed the fight, the fulfilment, the release.
Anderson slid his hand between her legs, spreading the lips of her pussy, sliding a finger inside, feeling her slick heat. He began to finger fuck her, pumping in and out.
“You want me to stop this?” he asked, adding a second finger, feeling her pussy clench as her pleasure increased. He slid his thumb onto her ass, searching for her hole, and then finding it, he began circling the tight entrance, even as his fingers fucked her pussy. “Do you?”
“Nooo…” Myeka moaned, instinctively pushing back against his fingers, needing more, wanting more, searching for the right balance of pleasure and pain. She felt his thumb begin to push against her entrance and she pushed back, wanting the pressure, the penetration, the pain.
Anderson felt his cock, already hard, strain against his pants even more as Myeka pushed back, trying to impale her ass on his thumb. He lifted his left hand from her back, knowing she would not be going anywhere now, and used it to undo his pants. He let them drop, his cock springing free. He fisted it, rubbing the head against her slit, even as his fingers continued to fuck her, his thumb still teasing the entrance of her ass.
Sliding out of her pussy, he smeared her juices over the head of his cock, and then over his thumb. He ran the head of his cock along her slit one last time — then, spreading her lips with his hand, he slid inside her, burying himself to the hilt in her hot, slick cunt. He heard her exhale in pleasure.
He began fucking her, slowly sliding in and out, and then resume his thumbing of her ass, gently rimming and pushing.
She began to move with him, moaning quietly, pleasure taking her. He felt the anger leaving her as he fucked her.
“Please.” Her plea was almost intelligible amongst her moans.
“Please what?” he asked, knowing what, pulsing his thumb against her.
“Please, do it, please.” She pushed back again, and he smiled.
Abruptly, he pulled his cock from her and stood. “Don’t fucking move,” he ordered, before stalking out of the room.
He returned moments later, she heard him, but without moving, she couldn’t see what he did or didn’t have, what he was going to do.
A strange relief settled over her as she felt him clamp a restraint around her ankles one by one, feeling the bar between them, holding her apart and open to him.
Next he slid a blindfold over her eyes, so even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t be able to see what was happening.
Finally, he removed his belt and replaced it with proper restraints. Moving her sideways, he laid her upper body on the floor and then clipped her wrists to her ankles, one on each side. She was effectively hogtied, her chest on the ground, ass in the air, her right wrist shackled to her right ankle, left wrist to left ankle, blindfolded.
She heard him kneel behind her and felt her pussy tighten in anticipation. The head of his cock rested against her pussy and she squirmed, trying to push back but unable. Then she felt Anderson spread her ass cheeks, baring her entrance, and something hard sliding against her back entrance.
As his cock began to push into her, Anderson pushed the butt plug against her entrance, gently but persistently, until it was fully seated. She shuddered, and he felt her pussy clench around his cock.
Feeling that, Anderson began to move, began fucking her, slowly at first. He grasped the plug and started using it to fuck her ass in time with his cock.
“Oh my fucking god,” Myeka bit out, moving in time with him. Her orgasm began building, the intensity of the double penetration taking over. The pleasure at both holes being fucked at the same time was overwhelming.
Anderson felt her pussy tightening around his cock and couldn’t help but be more turned on watching himself also fucking her ass. He began to fuck her harder, slamming into her, burying the plug deep into her ass and letting it go, grasping her hips and fucking her to the hilt of his cock.
Myeka felt her orgasm explode around her, helpless to move, helpless to do anything except moan and clench and feel the heat explode in her pussy.
Anderson came, pushing himself as deep as he could inside, his cock exploding, emptying his load, straining against her. Breathing hard, he was bent over her, trying to get ever deeper into her.
Moments, a lifetime, later, Anderson reached down and unclipped the restraints, sliding the plug out of her ass. They laid on the floor, side by side. Myeka stretched languidly, sighing in satisfaction. Running her fingers over Anderson’s chest, she smiled.
“Thanks babe,” she smiled at him. “I really fucking needed that.”
He grinned. “Any time, sweetheart.” He laughed, and then winked at her. “Fucking you out of a tantrum is one of the perks of my job.”