I go to my desk and start working, the day passes quickly. I have so much filing and Theo and Tobias are in meetings all day. When I get to my desk with my seventh coffee for the day, my phone vibrates. I receive a text message from Theo, who I know is in a meeting with Tobias. I open it.
Theo: Meet me in my office?
Me: No can do, busy.
Theo: ☹ So yay or nay?
Me: Definitely feeling Mysexual.
Theo: Mysexual?
Me: Yep Mysexual, #Mefucksmyself
Theo: Ha, Mysexual I like it, kind of like self-coupled.
Me: Why not? They have bisexual and homosexual, yadda yadda. Might start a petition to find other Mysexuals, get it classed as a sexuality under fucking my hand. It’s better than cock.
Theo: Can I watch you fuck your yourself?
Me: No, wouldn’t want you to get jealous, that my hand lasts longer. ?
Theo: Is that a challenge?
Me: Maybe.
I put my phone down and turn back to my computer. I’m typing away when I feel hands run over my shoulders and stop on my breasts. His mouth, below my ear. His cold breath tickles me, making me shiver. “Challenge accepted.” I almost moan just at the sound of his voice. Theo spins my chair around before pulling me to my feet. I giggle when he starts pulling me toward his office.
“Theo, we’re at work. Where is Tobias?” He closes the door behind him, locking it.
“In the meeting, still,” he says as he grabs me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he puts me on top of his desk. His mouth devours the skin on my neck. I feel his hands run up my thighs, pulling the dress up. I grab his belt, yanking him to me, undoing his belt.
“We are going to be in so much trouble,” I whisper against his lips, but continue to undo his pants until his cock springs free. I wiggle myself to the edge of the desk, eager to feel his large cock moving inside me. Theo rams in and I moan out loudly, Theo’s hand covers my mouth, muffling the noise. The walls are only thin in the meeting room. I chuckle, knowing Tobias would definitely know what we are doing here. Theo rams his cock into me repeatedly, my moans fill the room despite his hand covering my mouth, my walls flutter around his cock as my juices coat him.
Theo pulls me over onto my stomach, bringing my ass into the air, he slaps it but not like Tobias did. My stomach tightens, arousal floods me, moisture pools between my thighs as he rams into me from behind, my hips digging into the desk as he pounds away. I feel my orgasm building, hear the moist sounds our bodies make as they collide together. Theo grabs my hair, pulling my head back, his lips smashing into mine, sending me over the edge. I come screaming his name as my legs tremble and my walls tighten around his large thick length. Theo slams into me harder, finding his own release. He pulls my skirt down as he kisses my shoulder. I stand up, trying to catch my breath. Theo passes me a G-string; I recognize it instantly as one of mine.
I raise an eyebrow at him. “You think I didn’t know you had no panties on, Imogen?”
“How?” I ask. I got dressed in the bathroom away from them.
“I noticed when I zipped you up, this morning. Naughty girl. Tobias will spank that ass for walking around bare like that,” he says, kissing my forehead.
My stomach tightens and excitement rushes through me.
“Although I think you want to be spanked, don’t you?” I wrap my arms around his neck, his wrapping around my waist. I lean in and kiss him softly before pulling away. I then quickly slip on my panties before fixing my dress.
We walk out of the office just as Tobias and a group of men walk out of the meeting, heading towards the elevator. I stop, Theo walking into my back. Tobias glares at us and I know we will be copping an earful. He bids them farewell, then storms toward us. I turn to Theo and see his office door click shut. “Chicken,” I sing out to him.
Tobias folds his arms across his chest. I look down and see the huge bulge in his pants. Yep, he definitely felt what we were doing. I reach my hand down and grab his cock through his pants. He groans and I rub my hand along his shaft, through his pants and his eyes shut. I lean closer, kissing his cheek down to his chin before I let go and walk off. I chuckle to myself, I know he will punish me for it later. I hear him groan before walking into his office and slamming the door.
Looking at the time, it’s nearly time to finish up, I’m exhausted and for once actually excited to go home to my prison. I need sleep. I’m mentally and physically exhausted, and my brain feels like mush from constantly looking at screens all day. When it is nearly time to clock off, I switch everything off and decide to go down to the lobby and see if I can find Tom.
I grab my bag and head for the elevator. Once on the ground floor, I walk over to the counter at the front. Merida, the lady that brought us dinner the night we stayed back late, is at the counter on the phone, arguing with someone who wants to organize a meeting. After a few minutes of me waiting, she becomes annoyed and slams the phone down, hanging up on the person. She runs her fingers through her blonde hair and lets out a breath.
“Hi, Imogen,” she greets. Her voice sounds tired.
“What happened to the other lady that was working here? I thought you worked on the tech floor?” I try to start a casual conversation to distract her from the call.
“I normally do, but the bitch quit and now, I’m stuck here till they find a replacement.” She sighs, clearly annoyed and tired. “So, what brings you down here Imogen? Where are Tobias and Theo?” She glances around nervously, looking for them.
“Why does everyone do that? Look around nervously at the mention of them?” I ask her, curious. Am I the only one not terrified by them?
“You for real? The vibes they give off.” She shakes her head. “I don’t know how you work all day up there with them. I do not envy you, having to work under them. I still remember the last time when Theo went postal and nearly strangled Max for interrupting him during a meeting. The poor guy quit, and I transferred to the tech floor. I was originally one of their secretaries, I couldn’t handle the hours or tension of working up there. They are way too intense, I don’t know how you do it, girl.” She rambles.