Crime & Punishment (Collection 2): Five Erotic Stories of Sexual Submission (9 page)

Amy waited a few more minutes and then interrupted again. “Paul, you said you wanted to see me?”

Paul finally looked up from what he was doing, acting as if he were seeing her for the first time. When he smiled at her with his usual, charming smile she felt her breath catch just a little. She instinctively smiled back, feeling a bit more at ease.

“Sorry about that,” he said, giving her his full attention, “I just called you because I thought I found an unexplained accounting issue.”

Amy looked up at him cautiously. She cocked her head and decided to assume he was referring to her team's budget. “Well, I know my team is sometimes off from time to time, but it usually works out in the end. I am really not the right person to ask though. You need my manager probably. I'll have her give you a call,” she added and she started to get up to walk out, not wanting to discuss anything to do with accounting if she could help it.

“The thing is, I don't need an explanation any longer.”

“Well, that
is
good news,” she turned and as she opened the door to leave said, “Well, like I said, if you have any other budget questions...”

He didn't wait for her to finish her sentence. “The thing is, Amy, I know you took the money.”

Amy froze with her hand on the door, not quite sure what to do.  “What money?” she asked as innocently as she could, trying to give nothing away.

“Well,” he said as he looked back at his computer, “it looks like you took five thousand dollars almost two years ago.”

She paused and stood there unsure what to do next.

“I think you might want to lock that door and give us some privacy to talk about this,” he said breaking the silence.

Amy twisted the lock softly and returned to her seat.  He was right. This wasn't the type of conversation she wanted someone to walk in on. Part of her wanted to lie, to deny everything and see if he could prove it. But the look in his eyes, the fact he knew the exact amount and he had pinpointed her specifically said that he wasn't guessing. She was sure that if she tried to bluff she would lose. She took a deep breath and decided to throw herself on his mercy.

“Look, no harm was done. I took that money a few years ago, but I have it almost all paid back – with interest! Really, there is no problem.”

She looked at the expression on his face and realized how she sounded. Even she didn't think her story was reasonable.

“This is a problem,” he answered seriously, “There is even a word for it, you know. It’s called embezzlement.”

She shook her head, “It's not like that. I know I took the money, but I was in trouble and there was no one who would help me. I only borrowed what I absolutely needed and have been paying it back ever since.” She wanted him to understand, to believe her. She hadn't told anyone about the money and now that he knew, she wanted him to understand her side too.

He frowned and shook his head. “No one will care if you paid it back. You didn't have anyone's permission to
borrow
it in the first place, which makes the money
stolen,
not borrowed.”

Amy knew he was right but didn't know what to do. If he told on her, she would definitely lose her job.  The only question was whether she would face jail time, a fine, public humiliation or all three.

She looked up and shrugged her shoulders unsure of what exactly to say next. “Please, it will all be paid and done in just one more month. That's all I need and it will all be finished. Please don't tell anyone”.

“I am willing to keep your secret but,” he paused and looked her over, “I want something in return.”

Amy's lips parted slightly as she started to answer and he continued instead.

“What I want is to have you, on that conference table, right now, and I won't say a word to anyone ever.”

She just looked at him, not sure what to say next. He always made comments like that but she was sure he was just joking. She smiled and waited for the punch line.

“Well, Amy, what are you going to do?”

“What?” she asked, feeling her stomach turn somersaults. “You can't be serious.”

“I have always been serious, Amy,” he said simply.

Amy felt herself get warm as she realized the implications of what he meant.  “But it’s against corporate policy to have a relationship at work. We could get fired.”

He cut her off, “That's been your excuse for months. It’s ironic coming from someone who “borrowed” $5000, something not just against corporate policy but various state and federal laws as well. Before, you
might
have been fired for going out with me. Well, now you
will
be fired if you don’t,” his voice was serious, but his brown eyes sparkled.

Amy realized what he was saying was true. It was more than just losing a job. If he reported her, they could file charges and with what he had found, they would have all the proof they needed. She wouldn't just lose her job but her freedom as well.

Amy took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Ok, then, I suppose we could meet for dinner, and then…”

He smiled, “Not good enough,” he said looking more serious than she was used to. “I want more than dinner,” he added with a rakish smile.

Paul leaned forward until his lips were just inches away from her. She could feel the warmth radiating from him and it made her catch her breath.

His eyes held her gaze and his voice became low and sultry.  “I can't tell you how many boring meetings I have spent in this room thinking about what it would be like to take you on this conference table. So, that's my price. If you want my silence, you will need to pay for it,” he said, hungrily looking her over.

Amy looked into his eyes and realized he wasn’t kidding. He placed his hand possessively on her leg, just below the hem of her skirt and she felt her body tingle where he touched her.

“Now, what's your answer?” he asked as his hand found the edge of her skirt and slipped between her legs.

Amy's eyes opened wide and her hands flew to his, grabbing them and keeping him from moving them any further. His thumb continued to slide along her inner thighs, the sensation sending sparks up through her stomach. Her pussy muscles contracted involuntarily and she knew her panties were already damp.

“No, you can't do that, we could both be fired,” she said again, trying desperately to reason with him.

“You definitely will be fired if you don't,” he reminded her in a soft whisper.  “And as for me, well... that’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he said as his hands began to slide along the edge of her skirt.

She looked down at his hands and then back up at his hungry eyes.  “But, I don't think...”

He cut her off mid-sentence, a smile playing across his lips. “I don't think you have a choice anymore, Amy,” he said as his hands moved farther up her skirt.

He leaned toward her and his scent was an intoxicating mix of spice and musk. His eyes stared intently at her full lips and a few moments later, his mouth found hers. He kissed her deeply, his tongue playing in her mouth, promising things to come.

As he deepened the kiss, his hands made their way up her skirt slowly, his fingers traveling between her legs until the tips brushed against her thin silk panties. She knew she should break the kiss, say something and stop him, but between his soft lips and demanding hands her thoughts were fuzzy and muddled.

His arm pressed against her legs, pushing them apart as his hand moved further up her skirt. His fingers eased the panties aside and ran along her slit, sending shivers of pleasure through her. When he dipped his middle finger into her soft folds and slid along her wet pussy, she felt more warm wetness slip from her cunt. When his thumb found her swollen nub and made soft circles around it, she moaned into his kiss.

He stood up, and pulled her up with him, his body strong and hard next to hers. She stood there on unsteady legs, sure that she should at least try to change his mind. She closed her eyes to try to shut out his handsome smile and the image of his hard body in front of her.

“Paul, I can't do this,” she said as she took a deep calming breath.  “Please, we work together and...” her words trailed off as his hands lifted her skirt up to her hips.

“You can leave if you want to,” he said ignoring her protests and running his hands along the thin silk of her panties. “But remember, if you choose to go, we won't be working together much longer.” His hands reached for the thin string of her panties and pushed them slowly down, his hands running along her body possessively. Finally, he pushed them low enough that they fell around her ankles, leaving her pussy completely open to him.

Paul picked her up, placed her on top of the conference table and spread her legs wide. He stood in front of her, his breathing hoarse from lust. His fingers slid over her thighs and his thumbs met along her slick cunt, running up and down its length and making Amy shudder with the sensation.

“Open your pussy for me,” he told her as he moved her hand to her wet pussy.

She spread herself for him and used her other arm to prop herself up. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, wondering what he was going to do to her.

“You look lovely,” he said as his fingers ran along her length. He bent over her and she could feel his warm breath against her sensitive flesh. When his tongue flicked out and licked her little nub, she gasped from the sensation. He started sucking and nipping her clit and she felt sparks of electricity run up to her breasts. His hand moved under her shirt, deftly found her nipple and teased it erect.

Amy couldn't believe the effect he was having on her. She had been with him for just a few minutes and already her body was wild with need. She felt her pussy spasm and contract longingly and she moaned with desire.

His mouth teased her clit and she felt herself getting even wetter with excitement. He stood up and undid his pants, one hand continuing to toy with her clit. She watched transfixed as he pushed his pants down and his large cock bounced out, long and hard.

“Paul, you can't,” she said, trying to think of a good reason why this shouldn't happen. “This is not private, people could hear,” she said breathlessly.

“You're right,” he said as he slid his cock along her slick pussy, “You are going to have to try not to cum too loudly.” She lost her train of thought as he placed his thick member in front of her warm opening and pressed firmly against her. She felt his cock hard and demanding and took a deep breath as he pushed slowly inside her. He eased her down on the conference table and spread her legs wide in front of him, continuing to push slowly, plunging into her warm depth and opening her tight channel. The sensation was overwhelming. She gasped as his cock stretched her, sending threads of pleasure throughout her body.

When he pulled out again and started his hard, demanding rhythm, Amy felt her body come to life. Her pussy was tight around him, and every time he pushed deep inside, it increased the sensation, driving her wild. Her breathing began getting ragged and he thrust harder into her, his balls banging against her ass. The sensation was driving her crazy, making her even more frenzied with her lust. When his thumb found her sensitive clit, it was too much to take and she felt her climax begin to take over her body.

With each stroke, she felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over and bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her muscles trembled with each thrust and her pussy contracted hard on his thick cock. She arched her back and he thrust in deeper, sending her over the edge into oblivion.

As she started to come down from her orgasm, he slowed his strokes drawing them out and gently teasing her pussy.

“We're not done yet,” he promised as he continued his slow, steady strokes. He pulled her ass toward him until she was nearly off the edge of the table and helped her sit up pulling her body towards his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her breasts pushed up against his strong chest, his cock pressed deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around him and he continued his sensual rhythm.

Paul plunged even deeper inside of her and she felt impaled by his thick cock. He ground the base of his hard cock against her swollen clit with each thrust, and it was electrifying. Even though she had already been through one mind melting orgasm, she felt her body come back to life as another climax began to grow. His cock continued to pound her and each thrust was like fire inside of her.