The sight of Mia standing there blindfolded, her body trembling slightly either through nervousness or anticipation, made Sam's cock harden beneath his trousers. She was chained to the celling, her hands spread slightly above her head, her legs at hip width, though he hadn't fastened her ankles. He'd save that for another time. If he didn't move to her soon, he would explode before he could get his slacks down.
With each breath she took, her breasts lifted and fell. Her nipples were hard and elongated. He wanted to suck them, to pull them between this teeth and listen to her moan with a mix of pain and ecstasy as he ran his tongue along each peak, sucking her deep into the back of his mouth.
That would have to wait as well. The moist mound between her legs was calling to him. All night long, she was all he could think about. Denying himself any longer could push him over an edge he did not wish to explore.
Quickly, he unbuttoned his shirt, watching her bite down on her lower lip as she strained to hear, to figure out what he was doing, where he was standing. She had no idea what the layout of the room was like having never seen it. He liked keeping her in suspense, keeping her guessing.
Sam worked his shirt off, dropping it onto the floor as he kicked off his shoes and worked his socks off, unbuttoning his slacks and dropping them, letting them pool around his ankles before he stepped out, completely nude now and ready for her. His fist went around his hardened cock, a bead of precum already moistening the tip. He wished he could wait longer, to tease her more so that when he finally pushed inside of her, the anticipation would be heightened even more.
But he couldn't hold back any longer.
Sam moved around behind her, placing his hands on her hips and rubbing his cock along the crack of her ass. A stuttered breath escaped her lips, and he knew she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. The chains were on sliders, so he moved them forward along the ceiling slightly so that he could work her into the position he wanted her in, bending her at the waist.
As he continued to slide along her bottom, he reached around and grabbed her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples until she moaned. He continued to knead them as she backed into him, letting him know that she was ready.
Letting go of her breast with one hand, he took her by the hips and steadied himself as his cock slid against her wet folds. She was sopping, ready for him, and all he needed to do was thrust into her. Ramming into a wet pussy was a sensation that often sent him right to the edge of euphoria. Whenever he thrust into Mia before, it had been enough to curl his toes and make his breath catch in his throat. The anticipation was killing him.
Sam had to let go of her other breast to work his fingers between her legs. Her slick folds were warm and tight. She cried out when he thrust three fingers inside of her, spreading them in preparation for his massive cock. He pulled his hand out, licking her juices from his fingers before he steadied her again, grasping her hips, and then lining his dick up with her opening, he thrust inside of her.
The ethereal moan that escaped her lips was intoxicating, as was the sensation of her tight pussy gripping his dick. He had to force himself to pull back out completely, but he knew entering her again would be worth the agony of removing himself now. He pulled out and then forced his way back in, pulling her backward by both hips. Mia cried out again. "Do you like that, Mia?" he asked in a snarl of a whisper.
"God, yes," she said as he pulled out one last time before reburying himself deep within her folds.
This time, he didn't pull out. Instead, Sam stayed inside of her. Reaching behind him, he pressed a button and a seat came out of the wall behind him. Keeping Mia tight against him, he sat down, pulling her onto his lap as her chains slid back along the grooves in the ceiling. She was now sitting on his lap, facing away from him.
Slowly, Sam began to move Mia up and down, pressing her body down on top of him hard with each thrust, using her slickness to help her slide along his erect penis as she came up. Her tight walls gripped him as she moved, making every sensation send shivers of pleasure through him. He didn't think he'd last long under the circumstances.
Though he was fairly certain Mia would've never done anything like this before, either the need to have him as deep and hard as possible or the need to please him kicked her instincts into gear, and she began to use her feet to push up off of the floor and come back down on top of him so that Sam no longer had to guide her movements. With one hand, he reached around and found her nipple, tugging on it as she worked her hips. His other hand found her clit, which made her work even harder. Mia continued to buck up and down on him, her hands wrapped around the chains for leverage as she whimpered and moaned, her breath as staggered as his was.
She hit her peak and began to shout expletives, which amused Sam, hearing such language coming from dainty, beautiful, innocent Mia. He intensified the stroking of her clit as she came undone on top of him, her hips no longer moving in perfect rhythm as she lost control of herself, and then he felt himself fall over the edge. "Fuck, Mia!" he groaned, his head tipping back as he exploded inside of her.
Her gasps fell into time with his as they both sucked in air, their bodies slick and sticky. Once he regained his ability to breathe, Sam pushed her up off of his lap, pushing the chair away, back into the wall. She stood there, hanging by her arms, her breasts shaking as she tried to regain her breathing.
Sam wiped himself on a cotton cloth and then got dressed, watching Mia's beautiful body the entire time. She didn't say a word, not even about his cum sliding down her leg. Sam pulled a clean cloth and wiped her, pressing his fingers between her folds and getting a moan from her. He knew she wasn't ready to go again but her body had to be on fire from before. Unable to help himself, he pulled a nipple between his lips and gave it a hard suck, wishing he had time to do more. But now that his need was satiated, at least for the moment, he needed to get back to work.
He unhooked her hands but left the blindfold on as he handed her one piece of clothing at a time and watched her get dressed. Once she was presentable again, he led her out into his office and away from the door.
Standing next to the exit, he untied her blindfold. "You may go back to work, Mia."
She looked at him wide eyed, and he thought he saw a bit of hurt there, as if she didn't like the way he dismissed her. Part of him wanted to pull her into his arms, to kiss her and hold her, to make her his. But she wasn't his, not really. He only commanded her because she was his employ. One of these days, he'd have to let her go so that she could be with his brother, the man who really loved her, the man that deserved someone like Mia.
Sam didn't deserve her, and even if she couldn't see that that was his reason for dismissing her so abruptly, it was for the better.
She said, "Yes, sir," and exited the room, leaving him aching to touch her again and longing to breathe in her scent. He would have to wait until the next day to have her again. He had things to do, and as much as he wanted to spend the entire day fucking his secretary, that was no way to pay the bills.
Sam went back to his desk and opened his laptop, hoping the lingering scent of Mia on his fingers wasn't so much of a distraction he couldn't get anything done for the rest of the day.