Summary: Your boss, Hudson, calls you into his office for a punishment. 😁 Haha
Tags: Spanking, mostly dressed sex, extremely dominant Hudson, sex as punishment, dry humping, PinV, incorrect use of desk, hair pulling, doggy? but on the desk, pull out method
Notes: Heavily, HEAVILY, HEAVILYYYY inspired by the movie Secretary because I love it a lot. Requested by my friend @xoxruna! Not proofread cuz im too lazy and I also rushed so it might be ass. I might edit this later if I feel like it.
“Come here, now.” Hudsons voice echoed over the speaker on your desk.
He sounded stern, like he always did, but this time his tone had something more to it—you just couldn’t put a finger on it. You perked up from your seat, making your way down the hallway to his office. Whatever he wanted, it was important.
You knocked on the door before slowly pushing it open. He was waiting, papers in hand, at his desk, and a firm expression on his face.
“What is it?” You mumble under your breath, keeping your head low as you talk.
He sighed, “Speak up, I can’t hear you.” Clearly already tense and annoyed, he twitched his fingers at you, motioning for you to come closer.
You obliged, now standing directly in front of him. Only a desk separating the two of you. You caught his eye, he seemed to be staring at you pretty intently. You swallowed the lump in your throat and repeated your words.
He scoffed, “As my secretary I employ you to do your job, and to do it well.” Hudson stood up from his chair and slid the papers he was holding to you.
“Can you read these?” He beckons, his eyes burning into your head.
You swallow your fear and look down at the papers.
They seem to be printed emails. You grab the first paper reading the words out loud.
“Hello Sir, I’ve been trying to reach you for the past few days now,” you pause watching as Hudson made his way over to you.
“Continue.” His voice echoed as your eyes dropped back onto the paper.
Your voice trembled as you read, “since we are busy during the afternoon, we call in during the mornings.” Finishing the sentence, you felt a sharp smack to your rear.
Stunned, you snapped your head back to look at Hudson, who was already staring you down. Your faced burned as you shyly glanced back down at the words in front of you.
“Keep going,” he commanded, his nails digging into your ass as he squeezed it.
“R-recently none of our calls seem to be making it through.” Another abrupt smack echoed in the office, a soft breath escaped you that time, earning a smirk from Hudson.
“The phone doesn’t seem to be picking up.” His free hand now moved to grip your hip as the other moved to strike.
You read faster, excitedly anticipating the hit to your ass, “we are unsure if we are using the correct number.”
You whine audibly as you felt his hand collide against your backside. “P-please let us know,” you look back at him before uttering the last two words written on the paper, “Thank you.”
The look on his face was unrecognizable, there was something primal in his eyes.
You liked the rush it gave you.
He made you read the other two as well, smacking your ass every time a sentence ended. You knew why emails like these have been pooling up in his inbox; you’ve been late the work early in the morning for this entire past week.
You weren’t there to answer those calls, instead you were curled up under your sheets with your blinds still shut. Along with the guilt a sick pleasure filled you as gasps left your mouth with every hit, the sensation tingling all the way down your thighs.
By the end of it all you were more wet than you’ve been your whole life. This whole ordeal was something you would never expect to end up in, especially not with your boss. You squeezed your thighs together trying to keep in what was already leaking out.
Hudson leaned down, bending you over the desk as his head rested upon your shoulder. His hard-on pressed into your sore ass, lightly grinding himself into you. The fabric of both your skirt and his strained pants frictioned against each other.
He pressed his lips onto your neck muffling his groans, as he slowly ground his hips into you. You gripped the desk, nails digging into the wood. His arms moved to cage over yours, fingers intertwining as his hips continuously swayed behind you.
Soft mewls left you as he pressed into you harder. You rub your thighs together trying to relieve yourself from the growing tension between your legs. Noticing your nonverbal pleas, Hudson pulled back and unbuckled his belt.
“Lift up your skirt.” He commanded, his voice strained.
You quickly obey, sliding the fabric up to your waist. You hear him mutter something under his breath, before the sound of his fly zipping open deafens his murmured words.
You try to keep your excitement at bay, and hide your face in your hair. Trying to mask the grin on your tomato red face. You were about to pull off your panties yourself, eager for something you’ve never even had. But before your hands could even move, Hudsons were already hooked onto the sides.
He slid the underwear down your legs, letting it fall at your heels. Grabbing your hips he slid you further onto the desk, your toes now the only thing touching the carpeted floor. Your hands hooked onto the other end of the desk, grabbing onto it for support.
Hudson slid two fingers over your throbbing clit, picking up all the wetness onto his fingers.
“Already this wet?” He chuckled, taking the fingers into his mouth and licking them clean.
You whine in response, too embarrassed to actually talk back. This only entices him further. He grasps your hip with one hand and uses the other to take his briefs off.
With his cock finally free, and you so obediently sprawled out on his desk, he couldn’t hold back any longer and slammed right into you. A loud moan escaped your lips as you let him settle in inside of you. The fast stretch should’ve hurt, but yet somehow he made it feel good.
You clawed at the desk as he proceeded to thrust into you. You heard him grunt behind you as his hips slapped against you. He held onto your thighs, trying to spread them further for better access.
You look back, still holding onto the desk for dear life, watching as with every thrust his face contorts in pleasure. Noticing your staring he sneers back at you, speeding up his thrusts.
The light pain from before had subsided, only leaving you to feel just bliss. You cant help but whimper with every ram into your needy cunt.
Hudson gripped your thigh with one hand, growling as he yanked your hair with the other. The sharp sting compared to all the pleasure felt ecstatic, like a jump in your already high adrenaline.
He kept grumbling under his breath as he took you, bottoming out with every thrust. You couldn’t help but muffle your moans, almost urging to bite at the piece of wood you were laying on.
Gripping your hair like reigns, Hudson continued to fuck you. Letting out noises you’ve never even thought your boss could make. The slick sounds coming from you filled the tiny office, riling him up even more.
Your mind was blank, completely wiped by the buzz you were getting from this pounding. He let go of your hair, moving his hands to guide your hips, using you as he pleases.
Feeling that familiar knot forming in your stomach, you signal to him that you’re close. You let out a set of quick whimpers, shaky and breathy, as your hands ache from gripping the desk so hard.
Constricting your walls around him, you groan as you finally finish. You’re still panting but everything seems to melt into pleasure. You lay pleasantly on the desk as Hudson is still thrusting into you rapidly.
You feel as his movements start to get erratic and uneven. He keeps groaning under his breath, as he plunges straight into you. He huffs, almost rhythmically, as he pulses inside of you.
He got maybe three more thrusts in before slowly pulling out, and wrapping his fingers around his throbbing dick. He slid his hand with ease, the slick coating him acting as lube. Hudson hissed under his breath, stroking himself faster and faster.
He finished himself off pretty quickly, hand moving rapidly across his length. He came onto your back, coating your button up along with your bunched up skirt.
Still panting, he gazed at the sight before him. He tucked himself back into his pants, watching as you slowly lifted yourself off the wooden desk.
You picked up your panties up off the ground and pulled down your skirt.
“I think I’ll go change now.” You eye him as you make your way to the door shyly.
You walk out of that office, wide eyed and euphoric, Thinking of all the other things he could do to your next time.
