↬ Office obedience.
-> pair ; secretary!sophia laforteza / g!p!reader
-> synopsis ; your secretary caught you — the ceo doing inappropriate work in the office.
-> tags ; oral. penetration. cheating. handjob.
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It was past 9 p.m. on a Friday, and the entire floor was dark except for the soft glow coming from your corner office.
Sophia had only come back because you had texted her earlier asking for the final contract files for Monday’s meeting. She figured you were still working late, as usual. She didn’t expect anything unusual.
She knocked once on your door. No answer.
She knocked again, then gently pushed the door open.
The sight that greeted her made her freeze in the doorway.
You were behind your desk, pants around your ankles, thrusting into Elena Voss — one of the biggest clients the company had. Elena was bent over the desk, skirt hiked up, moaning loudly as you fucked her from behind. The wet sounds, the way the desk creaked, the way Elena was gripping the edge and gasping your name — it was all too real.
Sophia’s stomach dropped.
She had always respected you, even if she thought you were too young and clumsy for the CEO role. You were awkward, sometimes lost, but you had never seemed like… this.
The kind of person who would fuck a client in the office like it was nothing.
Her hand tightened around the folder she was holding.
Elena moaned again, louder this time. “Harder— fuck, yes—”
Sophia felt a flash of disgust. Not just at the scene, but at Elena specifically. That woman had always treated her like she was beneath her — calling her “the ice cube assistant” in meetings, trying to undermine her authority, once even suggesting to your father that Sophia was “too strict” and should be replaced.
And now here she was, getting fucked by you on company property.
Sophia quietly pulled out her phone. Her hands were shaking slightly as she started recording. She didn’t plan to use it at first. She just… needed proof. For herself.
To believe what she was seeing.
She recorded for almost a minute — the sounds, the movement, Elena’s arrogant moans, your grunts. Then she stopped, slipped the phone back into her pocket, and stepped back into the hallway.
She closed the door as quietly as she could and stood there for a long moment, breathing slowly, trying to process it.
Her boss.
The young CEO everyone whispered was “not ready” for the role.
Fucking a client in the office like some reckless idiot.
Sophia’s jaw tightened.
When Elena finally walked out a few minutes later, fixing her hair and looking smug, she barely glanced at Sophia as she passed.
You stepped out of your office a few minutes after Elena left, still adjusting your shirt and trying to look composed. Your face felt hot. Your heart was still racing from the adrenaline.
Sophia was waiting right outside the door.
She stood perfectly still, arms crossed, holding a folder in one hand. Her expression was calm — too calm. The kind of calm that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.
“Sophia,” you said, forcing a casual tone. “I thought you’d gone home already.”
She didn’t smile.
“I came back to drop off the contracts you asked for earlier,” she said evenly. Her voice was professional, but there was something underneath it that made your stomach twist.
You nodded, trying to play it cool. “Thanks. Just leave them on my desk tomorrow.”
You tried to walk past her.
She stepped in front of you, blocking your path.
“I saw everything,” she said.
The words landed like ice water down your spine.
You froze. “What… what are you talking about?”
Sophia looked at you for a long second. Her eyes were cold. Disappointed.
“I saw you fucking Elena Voss on your desk,” she said, voice low and steady. “I saw her bent over with her skirt around her waist. I saw you thrusting into her. I heard every sound she made.”
Your heart slammed against your ribs. The hallway suddenly felt too narrow.
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered, voice cracking. “That’s not— that didn’t happen.”
Sophia didn’t blink.
She slowly pulled out her phone, tapped the screen a few times, and turned it toward you.
The video started playing.
The audio was crystal clear — Elena’s loud, breathy moans, the sound of skin slapping skin, your own grunts, the desk creaking. The angle showed everything: your face, her face, the way you were gripping her hips.
You felt like you were going to be sick.
Sophia let the video play for ten long seconds before stopping it.
“I have the whole thing,” she said quietly. “Clear enough that anyone who sees it will know exactly who you are and what you were doing with a married client on company property.”
Your legs felt weak. You leaned against the wall, breathing fast.
“Sophia… please,” you whispered, voice shaking. “Delete it. I’ll do anything. It was a mistake. It won’t happen again. Please don’t—”
She put the phone back in her pocket, expression unchanging.
“I haven’t decided what I’m going to do with it yet,” she said. “Maybe I send it to your wife. Maybe I send it to the board. Maybe I leak it anonymously and watch your entire reputation burn.”
You were shaking.
“Please delete it,” you whispered desperately. “Please, Sophia. I’ll do anything. Just delete the video.”
She didn’t answer right away. She simply slipped the phone back into her pocket and looked at you with that cold, unreadable expression.
“You’ll do everything I say from now on,” she said quietly. “No questions. If I tell you to jump, you ask how high. If I tell you to get on your knees, you get on your knees. Understood?”
You nodded quickly, voice barely audible. “Yes.”
Sophia pushed the door open and walked inside. You followed her like a dog on a leash.
She stepped closer, voice dropping even lower.
“Lock your office door.”
Your hands trembled as you turned the lock.
Sophia leaned against your desk, arms crossed. “Get on your knees,” she said calmly.
You dropped to your knees without a word.
Sophia watched you for a moment, then slowly lifted her pencil skirt up to her waist. She was wearing black lace panties. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and waited.
“Take them off.”
Your hands were shaking as you reached up and slowly pulled her panties down her thighs. They were already damp. You slid them all the way off and held them in your hands, not knowing what to do with them.
Sophia stepped out of them and spread her legs slightly, leaning back against the desk.
“Eat me out,” she ordered, voice firm. “And do it properly.”
You leaned in, heart pounding, and pressed your mouth against her pussy. She was warm and wet. You licked her slowly at first, dragging your tongue from her entrance up to her clit. Sophia let out a very quiet breath, but otherwise stayed completely silent.
You licked her more eagerly, sucking gently on her clit, pushing your tongue inside her. She tasted sweet and a little musky. You kept going, trying to please her, tongue moving faster.
Sophia’s breathing grew slightly heavier, but she refused to moan. She gripped the edge of the desk with one hand, the other resting on the back of your head, guiding you.
You kept eating her out for a long time — long, slow licks, sucking on her clit, fucking her with your tongue. Your face was getting wet. Her thighs trembled slightly against your cheeks, but she still didn’t make a sound.
After several minutes, she finally pulled your head back by your hair, forcing you to look up at her.
Her cheeks were flushed, but her expression was still controlled.
“Why were you fucking her?” she asked, voice low.
You were breathing hard, lips shiny with her wetness.
“I… she kept flirting with me,” you mumbled, embarrassed. “She kept touching my arm during meetings and saying things…”
Sophia’s eyes narrowed. She knew you were lying. “Try again,” she said coldly. “The truth this time.”
You looked down, ashamed.
“My wife… she doesn’t even like me,” you admitted quietly. “My dad arranged the marriage. She barely talks to me. I just… I needed someone.”
Sophia was silent for a long moment.
Then she pulled your head back between her legs.
“Keep going,” she said. “And don’t stop until I tell you to.”
You buried your face in her pussy again, licking and sucking with renewed desperation. Sophia’s grip on your hair tightened. Her breathing was getting heavier, but she still refused to moan out loud. She was determined to stay in control.
You ate her out for what felt like forever — tongue deep inside her, sucking on her clit, nose buried against her. Her thighs started shaking more noticeably. Her fingers dug into your scalp.
Finally, she let out a very quiet, shaky breath and came.
Her pussy clenched against your tongue, a fresh wave of wetness coating your mouth. She held your head in place, grinding slowly against your face as she rode it out in silence.
When she finally released you, she was breathing hard, cheeks flushed, but her voice was still steady.
“Get up,” she said.
You stood on shaky legs, face wet, lips swollen.
Sophia looked at you for a long moment, then reached out and wiped your chin with her thumb.
“You’re going to be a very good girl for me from now on,” she said quietly. “Aren’t you?”
You nodded quickly, voice small and hoarse. “Yes, Sophia.”
She walked around you slowly, like she was inspecting something she now owned. Her fingers brushed your shoulder, then your chest, then lower, palming the obvious bulge in your pants.
“You’re hard,” she observed, almost clinically. “Eating me out like a desperate little puppy.”
You swallowed hard, face burning.
She squeezed you through your pants, making you inhale sharply.
“Take your cock out,” she ordered.
Your hands trembled as you unzipped your pants and pulled yourself out. You were rock hard, leaking, throbbing in the cool air of the office.
Sophia looked at it for a moment, then wrapped her hand around you and stroked you slowly, firmly.
“You’re going to fuck me now,” she said. “On your desk. And you’re going to do it exactly how I tell you to.”
She turned around, hiked her skirt up to her waist again, and bent over your desk, spreading her legs.
You stepped forward, heart pounding. You lined yourself up with her soaked pussy and pushed in slowly.
Sophia let out a quiet breath as you filled her.
“Deeper,” she said. “All the way.”
You thrust forward until you were buried to the hilt. She was incredibly tight and wet. You groaned softly, gripping her hips.
“Move,” she ordered. “Fuck me properly.”
You started thrusting — slow at first, then deeper, harder. The sound of your hips slapping against her ass filled the office. Sophia stayed mostly quiet, breathing through her nose, but her hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly.
“Harder,” she said after a minute. “Don’t be gentle.”
You fucked her harder, the desk creaking under her. Every thrust made her ass jiggle slightly. You were panting, trying not to cum too fast.
Sophia looked back over her shoulder at you.
“You’re pathetic,” she said calmly. “Fucking your secretary on your own desk because you’re too weak to control yourself.”
You whimpered, thrusting deeper.
She reached back and grabbed your hair, pulling your head down closer to her.
“Tell me how much you wanted this,” she whispered.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” you gasped. “I’ve been thinking about you every day… every time you walk past my desk…”
Sophia’s grip on your hair tightened.
“Liar,” she said. “You were just horny. That’s why you fucked Elena like a desperate animal. Because your wife doesn’t touch you and you’re too scared to ask for what you want.”
You moaned, hips stuttering.
She pulled your hair harder.
“Admit it.”
“I… I needed someone,” you confessed, voice breaking. “My wife doesn’t even look at me. I felt so fucking lonely and Elena was there and she wanted me and I just… I gave in.”
Sophia let go of your hair and pushed back against you, meeting your thrusts.
“Good girl,” she said quietly. “Now cum inside me.”
You came hard, groaning as you spilled deep inside her. Sophia stayed still, letting you fill her, then slowly straightened up.
She turned around, cum already starting to leak down her thighs, and looked at you with that same calm expression.
“Clean me up,” she said.
You dropped to your knees again without hesitation and buried your face between her legs, licking your own cum out of her while she stood there, one hand resting on your head.
She looked completely composed except for the slight flush on her cheeks and the way her chest rose and fell.
She looked down at you on your knees, face messy, cock still hard and twitching.
“One more thing,” she said quietly.
She reached down and wrapped her hand around your cock. It was incredibly sensitive after everything she had put you through. The moment her fingers closed around you, you whimpered.
She started stroking you.
You were still leaking from the last orgasm. Every stroke made you twitch and gasp.
“Too sensitive—” you choked out, voice hoarse. “Sophia— please— it hurts—”
She didn’t stop. Her hand moved faster, thumb swiping over the head, spreading the precum and your previous loads.
“You can take it,” she said calmly. “You’re going to cum one more time for me.”
You were shaking, tears slipping down your cheeks again as she stroked you. Your cock was red, oversensitive, every touch feeling like too much and not enough at the same time.
“Wait— I can’t— it’s too much—”
She slapped your thigh hard with her free hand.
“Be quiet and cum.”
Her hand moved faster, twisting slightly on every upstroke. You were moaning and whimpering, hips jerking uncontrollably into her fist.
It didn’t take long.
You came with a broken sob, a weak, painful spurt of cum shooting across her hand and onto the floor. Your whole body convulsed, oversensitive and overwhelmed.
Sophia kept stroking you through it, milking every last drop until you were crying and twitching in her hand.
When she finally let go, your cock was red and spent, still twitching.
She looked down at you for a moment, then gently tapped your cheek twice with her cum-covered fingers — soft, almost affectionate pats.
“Good girl,” she whispered.
She wiped her hand on your shirt, then smoothed her skirt down like nothing had happened.
“Clean yourself up,” she said. “And go home.”
You stayed on your knees, breathing hard, completely wrecked as she walked toward the door.
Before she left, she looked back at you one last time.
“And Y/n?”
You looked up at her with teary eyes.
“Don’t ever lie to me again.”
She closed the door behind her, leaving you alone in your office.
The next day at the office was painfully awkward.
You barely slept the night before. Every time you closed your eyes you saw Sophia’s cold smile, felt her hand on your cock, heard her voice telling you that you belonged to her now. You came into work early, hoping to avoid her, but she was already at her desk outside your office, looking perfectly composed in a crisp white blouse and tight black pencil skirt.
She greeted you with a polite “Good morning, Mrs L/n” like nothing had happened.
You mumbled a reply and hid in your office.
The morning meeting with the executive team and key clients was even worse.
Elena Voss was there, sitting across from you, looking smug and satisfied. Every time she spoke, you felt Sophia’s eyes on you from the side of the room.
During a break in the discussion, Sophia leaned over the table to pass you a document. Her blouse gaped just enough to show the lace of her bra. She made sure you saw it.
You quickly looked away, face burning.
Later, when Elena made a comment about “young CEOs who still need a lot of guidance,” Sophia smiled sweetly and said, “Some people need very firm guidance, yes. Otherwise they make… reckless decisions.”
She looked straight at you when she said it.
You cleared your throat and quickly changed the topic. “Let’s move on to the European market numbers.”
Your voice sounded strained even to your own ears.
Sophia’s lips curved into the smallest, most dangerous smile.
The meeting dragged on like that — Sophia making subtle, lowkey rage-bait comments, brushing against you when she passed documents, once even letting her fingers graze your thigh under the table.
You spent the entire time trying to stay professional while your face stayed flushed and your cock twitched traitorously in your pants.
By the time the meeting finally ended, you were a mess.
The second the last person left the conference room, you grabbed Sophia’s wrist.
“My office. Now.”
You practically dragged her there, locked the door behind you, and pushed her against it.
“What the fuck was that?” you hissed, voice low and angry. “You were teasing me the entire meeting. In front of everyone. In front of Elena.”
Sophia looked up at you, completely unfazed. Her eyes sparkled with amusement.
“What are you going to do about it?” she asked calmly. “Fuck me?”
You snappe.
“I’m the CEO,” you stepped closer. “I’m your boss.”
Sophia’s eyes flashed with amusement, she didn’t fight you.
You kissed her hard, hands sliding under her skirt, yanking her panties down her thighs. She stepped out of them without breaking the kiss. You turned her around and bent her over your desk, hiking her tight pencil skirt up to her waist.
Her bare ass and pussy were right in front of you, cunt already wet.
You freed your cock and rubbed the head against her entrance, teasing her slowly.
“I’m the one in charge here,” you said, voice low and rough. “Not you.”
You pushed in slowly — inch by inch — letting her feel every thick inch stretching her open. Sophia let out a shaky breath, gripping the edge of the desk.
When you bottomed out, buried to the hilt inside her tight, wet heat, you stayed there for a moment, savoring it.
Then you started moving.
Every thrust was measured, dragging against her walls, making her feel full. Sophia’s breathing grew heavier, but she tried to stay quiet.
You leaned over her, chest pressed against her back, mouth near her ear.
“You’ve been teasing me all day,” you whispered, thrusting deep and holding it there. “Wearing that skirt. Bending over. Making me hard in front of everyone.”
You pulled out almost all the way, then slid back in slowly.
Sophia moaned — low and broken.
You immediately covered her mouth with your hand.
“Quiet,” you warned. “You don’t get to moan like that when I’m the one fucking you.”
You started moving again — slow, deep rolls of your hips, grinding against her with every thrust. Sophia’s pussy clenched around you, hot and dripping. You could feel her trying to push back, wanting more, but you kept the pace torturously slow.
Your free hand slid around to rub her clit in slow circles.
Sophia whimpered against your palm, body trembling.
You leaned in closer, lips brushing her ear. “I’m your boss,” you breathed. “Say it.”
“Ur… mh.. bowss… She mumbled against your hand.
You pressed harder. “Louder.”
“…You’re my boss!” she gasped when you moved your hand slightly.
You rewarded her by thrusting a little harder, still keeping it deep and intimate.
“Good girl.”
You fucked her like that for a long time — slow, deep, possessive strokes. Every thrust made her moan into your hand. You kept rubbing her clit, drawing it out, making her feel every single inch of you.
Sophia was shaking. Her legs trembled. Her pussy kept clenching around you, dripping down your cock and onto the desk.
You finally moved your hand from her mouth.
“Tell me who’s in charge,” you whispered.
“You are,” she moaned, voice shaky. “You’re in charge… fuck—”
You sped up just a little, still keeping it deep and intimate, grinding against that spot inside her with every thrust.
Sophia’s moans got louder. You quickly covered her mouth again.
“Quiet,” you growled. “Or I stop.”
She whimpered, nodding desperately against your hand.
You kept fucking her. The office was filled with the wet sounds of your cock sliding in and out of her, her muffled moans, and your heavy breathing.
When she finally came, she came hard.
Her whole body tensed, pussy pulsing around your cock as she cried out into your palm. You kept moving through it, drawing it out, making her shake and whimper.
Only then did you let yourself cum.
You buried yourself deep and spilled inside her with a low groan, pumping thick ropes of cum into her while she trembled beneath you.
You stayed inside her for a long moment, both of you breathing hard.
Then you slowly pulled out, watching your cum leak down her thighs.
Sophia stayed bent over the desk for a second, catching her breath.
She finally straightened up, smoothed her skirt down, and turned to look at you. Her cheeks were flushed.
She stepped closer and kissed you softly on the lips.
“You’re learning,” she whispered.
Then she walked out of your office like nothing had happened, leaving you standing there — pants open, heart racing, completely still horny.
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