Sweet Submission – BDSM Erotica

By: Eve Singer

Part 1 of Taking the Secretary: The Complete Series


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I rather enjoyed being the head secretary for my radio conglomerate. The amount of trust and responsibility that the owners and CEO placed on me made me the backbone of the entire place, with little of the negative consequences that came with the power.

My boss was focused mainly on the “networking” aspect of things, which meant going out for early and late lunches, often on the same day, leaving most of the actual decision making to me. If things were going great, I got to enjoy the praise of executing my superior’s orders well. When things went poorly, it was his fault, not mine, since he was supposed to be in charge.

As nice as the situation was, the constant effort of navigating the company in open secret was enough to fray anyone’s nerves. To make things worse, things didn’t get much more relaxed at home.

My husband, as much as I love him, didn’t like to make decisions, and insisted that I make all the choices and all the plans and all the scheduling. What I really wanted was to be able to take my mind off the hook for a bit and let someone else worry about things from time to time, but that didn’t seem to be in the cards for me.

At least the pay was good. Oh, the checks that my superiors knew about were paltry, bordering on insulting. That would never do. If I was going to be running the organization, I was going to be paid like it, and since I was the only one who kept track of the books, I made sure of it.


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Luckily for me, I was more competent than my bosses at the ins and outs of the business, so profits were higher than ever. As long as the owner and CEO were convinced that everything was going smoothly, they didn’t need to know I was unofficially one of the highest paid employees in the business.

My life has been smooth sailing for the past five years, making bank at work, having a happy husband at home, but the constant fretting was getting me down. Without a respite from the constant stress, I wasn’t sure how long I’d keep my sanity. And then yesterday happened.

I was usually very careful in keeping my financial activities discreet, but I slipped up when altering the invoice for the renovation of the CEO’s company jet. It was a tiny correction, and there was no one who should have caught it; except some jack ass who decided to go through the books with a fine tooth comb to figure out why they weren’t getting as much promotional money as they wanted.

I only found out that my life was going to be different forever when he came in to see me. Michael sauntered in, looking even more confident than usual. He ran shows focused on fitness and health, and god was he fit and healthy. He had spent his life in pursuit of physical perfection, so that you could just look at him and know he was an expert in attaining an adonis physique.

Typically, I tried to avoid him, as I found him distracting from my work, and I didn’t feel terribly comfortable with the way his eyes would roam over me. There were plenty of women who worked in the building, younger women, attractive college coeds interning for the station, but for some reason no matter who else was in the room with us, his focus would be on me.

Honestly, I feel like part of the reason I disliked him is that he reminded me of how I wish my husband would look at me. A decade of wedded bliss had cooled our passion a bit, and Michael made me feel young and desired and flustered and I didn’t need that right now.

So Michael came into my office, swaggering more than usual, grinning like a sabertooth tiger. “The boss isn’t in, sorry,” I said, barely glancing up from my monitor. I could feel his eyes undressing me, caressing my curves. I felt hot and uncomfortable in my clothes.

“Good thing I’m not here to see him then.” Michael set down a stack of folders next to me, loudly enough to make me jump. I opened them without thinking.

“What am I looking at?” I asked, my eyes briefly skimming the costs of refitting a Jacuzzi into an airplane.

“Proof that whoever was in charge of the paperwork pocketed money from the company,” Michael replied. My blood ran cold.

“Oh? I don’t see it.”

“You don’t see that?” Michael asked, putting his fingers down on two different invoices. “Where the station was charged four and a half grand for a hot tub, but the station actually paid out five grand? Because that kind of thing happens a lot. In fact, I found it happening going back to when you got promoted to where you are now.”

I felt myself tensing up. I steeled myself, then met his eyes. “What, exactly, are you implying?” I said, barely managing to keep my voice from betraying any emotion. It was difficult, especially staring deep into those perfect blue eyes of his, even worse the way he stared into mine. Everything about him was cool and collected except for the intensity in his gaze, like he could pin you to the wall with just a look. It sent a shiver through me every time.

“I’m saying you’ve been robbing this company blind for years, and if my needs aren’t met, you could be going to jail for quite a long time.” I couldn’t believe what he was saying. I knew my choices of what he wanted were quite limited. I also knew that he had nothing to lose by exposing me; I’d go down, he’d be a hero.

I could probably beat the charges, probably even keep my job, but I didn’t need the added stress in my life. My best chance was to make him an accomplice.

“Look, if you can keep this quiet,” I began, as I lowered my voice and leaned forward, “Maybe I can cut you in. But I’ll need your help to keep this going well for both of us.”

He leaned forward, his face quickly coming within inches of mine. I wanted to lean back away from him, but I stood my ground. “I have plenty of money,” he replied, his eyes hungry with longing. “This job is more of a hobby for me than anything.”

“I can recommend that your station be provided with more airtime, better advertisers, bolster your career,” I said, not sure of what else I could offer.

“My career is going fine. Tell you what, meet me for lunch, and we can discuss what exactly you’ll be doing in order to maintain my silence. Try to think of what I could possibly want from you.” He stood up abruptly and left, while I was left squirming in my seat. He couldn’t mean… could he?

He knew I was married, but it was possible he didn’t care about that. These days, I’m not even sure how much I cared about that. Of course I love my husband, but… but it had been a long time since I felt that I was in love with him. Always pursuing his career, leaving me alone and neglected, and whenever a man shows some actual interest in me, I’m supposed to feel embarrassed by that?

To be honest, I’d wanted to have wild, crazy sex for so long that I’d just given it up as a dream. My husband’s idea of wild was vanilla twice a month at most, and he seemed squeamish whenever the subject was brought up. Sure I didn’t want to pressure him into anything he wasn’t comfortable with, but why was I being pressured into a life of boredom?

In fact, this could be good for my marriage. Get something that I’d been missing, at least once so I could try it, and then I could be happy with my husband. A happier wife makes for a happier marriage, doesn’t it?

Hell, this “blackmail” was going to be more for my benefit than for Michael’s. He was getting a quick lay, I was going to get a lifetime of satisfaction. I’d have it all, the experience of a wild encounter and the steadiness of a loving relationship. No need to let Michael know that though.

By the time lunch rolled around, I had a plan in my mind. I would sleep with Michael, and then tell him to be satisfied with what he had. He wasn’t actually vindictive enough to send me to prison, and even if he tried, I was confident in my ability to hold my ground.

Michael came to fetch me at noon sharp, grinning like the Cheshire cat as I sauntered over to him. He drove me past the usual haunts of my coworkers, doubtlessly trying to avoid having any of them eavesdrop on us. I decided to break the ice.

“So, what do you have planned for me?” I asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice.

“Well, have you thought at all about what you’re going to offer me?” Michael replied with a lecherous smirk.

“I really don’t know what to tell you. I offered you money, I offered to help your career…”

“Come on Lisa, don’t be so naive. You know perfectly well what I want from you.”

“Why don’t you spell it out for me then?” I braced myself for the impact of what he was going to say next.

“Truth is Lisa, I want you to offer me your body. I want to rip off your clothes, bend you over a desk, and use your hot little pussy to please my cock whenever I want.” Even though I was expecting it, it was still shocking to hear him actually say it, especially so crudely. I guess my reaction showed on my face. “Are you honestly surprised? A beautiful woman like you, who’s constantly getting hit on, and you’re surprised that someone wants to fuck your brains out?”


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“It’s just that we’ve always been friends. I honestly didn’t expect you to feel… well, unprofessional towards me.”

“Oh, we can still have a professional relationship, it’s just that we’ll also be fucking on a consistent basis. To that end, you’ll be dressing a little less professionally. Short skirts, tight shirts, no panties, that kind of thing. I can help you pick out a wardrobe if you’d like, but it’s in your best interest to keep me satisfied.”

I swallowed. He was going to make it difficult for me to keep this a one-time thing. “What about my husband?”

“I’m sure he’ll also enjoy your new taste in clothes.” God he was arrogant. Probably correct, but arrogant.

“What’s for lunch, anyways?” I asked.

“Oh, just something to pick up on the way to the motel.”

My eyes bulged. “I didn’t agree to go to a motel with you.”

“You expected me to fuck you at work? I figured we’d have to work our way up to that point.”

“It’s just… this is a little sudden.”

“Well, you’re a smart girl, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I feel you deserve to have all the information before making a decision. Your options are being used as my own personal fuck toy whenever I like, or having the same scenario with a cellmate in prison. So, really, sticking with me offers you a lot more personal freedom and life satisfaction. I’d go with that one.”

I had to bite my tongue to keep from calling him a retarded simpleton. This proof he had against me would be enough to shake up my career, but I was confident I’d be able to avoid a lengthy prison sentence. His arrogance was really getting on my nerves. If he wasn’t so hot I’d tell him to go suck himself off.

As it was, he was cute but dumb, the sort of man I could manipulate for a one time fling. As long as I let him think he held all the power, I could make him do what I wanted.

I sat in silence for a moment before whispering “okay.” He patted my thigh and told me I was making the right decision. He asked me if I was on the pill and I told him I was. He smiled broadly at that.

When we got to the motel, he had me wait in the car while he went and got the key. It made sense for us not to be seen together, I suppose. He came back and then led me to room number 69. He laughed when he saw me roll my eyes.

The room was, fortunately, clean and tidy, more so than I expected from a place like this. It was sparsely furnished with the usual things; Queen sized bed, uncomfortable looking chairs, and a table with a lamp on one end.

The nightstand had a drawer that was complete with a copy of the King James Bible and someone’s initials scratched into the linoleum surface. I didn’t actually look in the drawer, it’s just that both of those are standard in a place like this.

After I surveyed the room for a few seconds, Michael pulled me into a kiss. I was caught off guard by how gentle he was. I placed my hands on his chest but didn’t push him away. He wrapped his arms around me, his hands gently massaging my back, slowly drifting lower. I inhaled the scent of his cologne; it reminded me of fresh cut grass, and the way the air smells when it’s going to storm.

I moaned into his mouth as he caressed my rear, feeling him harden against me. I ran my fingers up his solid torso, feeling the muscles tensing up under my gentle touch. As he began to inch my skirt up in the back, I started to undo the buttons of his shirt.

Once I opened it, I eased the shirt off his shoulders, as he massaged my ass skin to skin. This whole time, he’d been cool, calm, collected, but I could sense a change in his demeanor now. It felt like he was losing control.

He was an expert with his lips, his kissing gentle yet firm, making my head dizzy and my heart pound. My skin felt alive with hot electricity whenever he touched me, and I found myself getting desperate for more.

I broke our kiss so I could get some air. I pulled away slightly so I could see his torso for the first time. He hadn’t been lying on his radio show when he said he had a six pack; if anything he’d been modest. He looked like an airbrushed Greek statue, a perfect specimen of the masculine ideal.

He whipped his shirt off his arms, then swept me off my feet, literally. He brought me over to the bed where he softly laid me down, before grabbing my ankles and pulling me to the edge. I was surprised, to say the least. He seemed to enjoy showing off his immense strength by moving my body however he pleased.

My skirt had slid up my thighs, exposing my stockings and panties to him. He leaned down and kissed me over-top of my panties, right on the heat of my core. I threw my head back as a wave of passion surged through me.

He began to slide my panties down my legs, slowly, taking time to enjoy the sight and feel of my smooth legs. He pulled them almost all the way off, letting my panties hanging off my right ankle, next to my high heel.

Propping my legs on top of his shoulders, he began to lean down closer to me taking time to kiss and nibble at the sensitive skin of my inner thighs as he slowly traveled towards me. My fear began to clash with my desire. I could still stop this if I didn’t want it, I didn’t have to do it. Why wasn’t I stopping him?

And then he reached me. A long, slow lick managed to cut short the last part of my brain that was protesting. His tongue and lips were firm but soft, rigid yet yielding, in ways I didn’t even know were possible. I had no idea how much I had been missing out on, how much I’d been forced to settle for my perfect little marriage.

I bucked under him, offering myself to him completely, feeling the swell of an orgasm beginning to churn inside of me, and he hadn’t even gotten my shirt off yet.

His strong hands clamped down on my thighs, forcing me down. He sped up his assault, seeming almost ravenous. It was clear he would have me in his own way and no other. I slid my hands down and ran my fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp.

I was burning up underneath my clothes, my body hot and desperate as he made my eyes roll to the back of my head. I began to clumsily pull at the buttons of my blouse, opening my shirt for him. I managed to get all of them undone and my shirt spread open without ripping anything.

I could feel the blossom of an orgasm pressing against every nerve ending in my body, threatening to overtake me, every inch of me tingling with anticipated bliss. Just as I was about to cross the threshold, he stopped. I gasped for air as crawled up my body, kissing and licking at my torso, pushing my bra up to expose my tender breasts.

Writing underneath him, I reached down to find that he had already removed his pants and underwear while he was servicing me. He tugged at my shirt, and I reluctantly sat up to allow him to remove it. Holding my shirt in one fist, he wrapped his other arm around me and lifted me off the bed again, scooting me back up.

He grabbed my wrists, my hands tiny compared to his, and pushed them over my head. Using my shirt, he tied my wrists together to one of the bars of the headboard, leaving me completely vulnerable to him. I could feel the heat of him at my entrance, just barely pressing against me. I tried to wrap my legs around him so that I could pull him into me, but he resisted my strength.

He grasped himself, and used the head of his cock to tease me, gently rubbing himself along my quivering pussy lips. “Tell me you want it,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire.

“I want it,” I said, my voice strained with need. “Please, please fuck me, please.” Whatever composure or willpower he had left, I had just broken it. He took me then, pounding me in long, smooth strokes, kissing me passionately, his hands exploring my body all at once.

I had backed off my orgasm when he’d decided to readjust things, but it was thundering back now, a burning need to have him deep inside of me, his passion soothing an ache that I’d carried since puberty. I needed this more than I’d needed anything else.

I felt like I was hyperventilating as my long-denied orgasm finally crashed over me, filling me with a blinding energy, causing every hair on my body to stand rigid. I heard somebody screaming, and after a second I realized it was me. That had never happened before.

He was still going strong, every powerful thrust giving my orgasm another quake, keeping it going for longer than I knew was possible. And that’s when I felt it. I felt him swell inside of me, felt his movements and breathing became jerky and erratic.


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I clamped my muscles down on him, squeezing his manhood as hard as I could as he grunted and flooded me with his hot seed. The feeling of his warmth spreading inside of me, filling me up pushed me over the edge into a second orgasm. Every muscle in my body spasmed as he pumped his load into me, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I shook.

Slowly, I came down from my high as Michael slowly and haphazardly undid the knot holding my hands in place.

He collapsed next to me, and pulled me in close next to him. I cuddled up next to his beautiful, sweet sheened body, and slowly inhaled the scent of his cologne and his musk. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I actually felt satisfied. It was a different feeling than anything I’d experienced in a long while.

We almost drifted to sleep in each other’s arms before I remembered that we were only half way through the work day. In a panic we ran clumsily around the room, pulling on our clothes wherever they’d been tossed. The drive back was silent, except for when we picked up a quick lunch on our way to the office. We managed to avoid contact the rest of the day.

That night, I showered before my husband came home, and put on my best lingerie. It had only been a few hours since the most spine bending orgasm of my life, but I was already desperate for more. I pounced my husband as soon as he walked through the door.

I think he might have tried to turn me down if I hadn’t been so insistent. I practically had to drag him to the bedroom and push him down before mounting him. It wasn’t that bad. I technically still got off. Barely in the nick of time, but still. My husband was happy with me, and I’d had my little fling to get it out of my system.

It wasn’t out of my system though. If anything, Michael was in my system more than ever. I only managed to climax with my husband by thinking of Michael, and it honestly felt rather anti-climactic. It was like comparing the snap of bubble wrap to a volcano.

I slept fitfully that night. Every dream I had ended up with Michael and me together again. Somehow, every time, I managed to wake up just before getting off. This might end up being a serious problem if I couldn’t get my libido in check. I should never have unleashed it in the first place.

The next morning, I tried to calm my heart down as it pounded in my chest. I felt nauseous at the thought of seeing Michael again. I had no idea how I was going to turn him down, and I definitely had no clue how I was focus on my work when the faint smell of his cologne would be enough to drive me into restlessness.

I found out sooner than I expected. Michael called and asked me to meet him down in recording studio G. I agreed, and stood, my knees barely supporting me as I headed out of the office.

Recording studio G had been plagued by faulty wiring that wasn’t cost efficient to repair. It was also the most inconvenient studio to get to, located in the very back of the building. As a result, it was a soundproof room that was virtually never used. Michael had found the perfect place for an at-work getaway.

I arrived just outside the door, and smoothed the wrinkles in my blue dress with trembling hands. I had no idea what he had in store for me. I turned the knob, my throat feeling stuffed with cotton.

I rushed inside of the room and closed it behind me, feeling a blush creep up my neck into my cheeks. Michael was sitting in a chair, turned away from me. “Lock it,” he told me, and I did as he instructed. Why?

He spun around in the chair slowly, his perfect smile and intense eyes once again making me feel naked. “Beautiful as always. A little more modest than we’d discussed before though. Why don’t you take that off, I never did get time to admire you yesterday. He stood and began walking towards me.

“Stop,” I said, my voice a squeak. He paused, frowning. “We can’t do this anymore. Yesterday was just a one-time thing. It was fun, but now it’s over.”

“So you’re just going to pretend I don’t have blackmail material on you?” Michael asked, taking a half step closer to me.

“Cut the crap,” I said, my voice raising an octave. “We both know you’re not going to do that. Even if you did, there’s not enough to make charges stick. Hell, I doubt there’d even be enough to get me in trouble at work. Some slight paperwork errors that can be hand waved away? You have nothing on me.

Michael was silent for a moment, before he nodded. “Fair enough, I can buy that. But if all that’s true, then what are you scared of?”

“I’m not scared,” I replied, my voice shaking slightly. God damn it.

“I was never going to share that information with anyone, and I think you knew that. You agreed to sleep with me yesterday to prevent harmless information from being spread that I wouldn’t have used anyways. Why?” He took another step towards me. He was an arm’s length away from me now.

“The audit would have been inconvenient for me, if you did share it. I was hoping that after one session you’d be satisfied to leave me alone.”

“What about you? Satisfaction-wise, I mean.” Another step.

“I’m just fine, thank you.” It sounded like a terrible lie, even to my ears.

“I think you agreed to do it because I gave you an excuse to do what you already wanted. Everybody sets up complex rules and expectations for themselves, whether they want to or not. I freed you from that for an hour, and now you’re trembling because you’re afraid of not having freedom like that again.”

“Freedom from what, exactly?” I asked, as he inched closer to me. He was close enough for me to smell cut grass and the air before a storm.

“Of worry. Of doubt. The rest of the world expects you to be rigidly worrying about every detail of your life at all times. I’m offering you the freedom from that worry, to let somebody else take care of your pleasure, so that you can just relax and enjoy yourself.” He was so close now he was almost touching. I had to crane my head back to look him in the eyes.

“I think that’s a load of crap,” I whispered.

“You can easily prove it,” he replied. He leaned down, bringing his face close to mind. My brain began to swim as my lips parted. “Just don’t kiss me back.”

He brought his lips to mine, and I melted against him. I tried to resist… for a moment. But it wasn’t long until I was cupping his face and exploring his mouth with my tongue. It wasn’t long after that until he was peeling my dress off my body, and I was getting down on my knees for no other reason than he told me to. I pulled down his zipper and undid the button of his pants, then tugged them down. It was considerably difficult since I wasn’t allowed to use my hands.

As soon as I freed him, however, I began to enthusiastically repay him for yesterday, for the first time enjoying the act. Every other time I had given a guy a blow job, it was just a way to make them happy, but with Michael it was turning me on as well. Maybe it was the way he groaned in appreciation, or the way he ran his fingers through my hair, but somehow this had become an act for both of us.

He reached over to a shelf next to him and grabbed an object that was going to be very important in my future. It was gold choker necklace, studded with emeralds. He placed it on me, very carefully, and told me that when I was wearing that, I was to obey him without question, and to permit him anything he desired.

A small part of me wanted to protest, but I realized that he was only solidifying what he said before; I needed to give up control to really enjoy myself. This was simply a way for us to set a boundary while at work. It was actually fairly clever.

I decided to reward him by taking him deeply into my mouth, as far back as I could go. I couldn’t quite take all of him. I would have to work on that.

He pulled me off of him before too long, pulling me in for another passionate kiss. I lifted my leg up and wrapped it around his thighs, the two of us grinding our pelvises together. We didn’t have the right leverage to do things right there unfortunately, even with my high heels on he was too tall.

Taking me over to a table, he bent me over it with my ass up in the air and exposed. He pulled my panties down my legs, this time deciding to use them to tie my hands behind my back. I wasn’t sure who enjoyed the light bondage more, me or him.

He began doing the thing he was so incredibly skilled at, teasing me. Keeping me right at the brink, keeping me just a hair’s breadth from an overwhelming climax until I started to lose my mind. Every ounce of my being was on fire with need, with passion. Still, he kept going until I begged and even pleaded.  Finally he had me making whatever promises he suggested.

It was only when I called him Master and begged him to use the pussy that he owned that he finally relented and gave me what I needed; pure, rapturous bliss.

He used my body as his own personal pleasure playground, I loved every second of it. It wasn’t just that he was incredibly handsome, or that he could read my body like braille, or that what we were doing was so taboo; it was the pure fact that I was being desired and worshiped so much above all the others.

Michael could have had any woman he wanted bent over this table to be fucked like a whore, but it was me he wanted to seduce. That fact alone seemed to magnify the thrill of everything else. The hardest part of this affair was going to be taking the collar off after each session.