I waited, panting on the desk, not knowing what was going to come next, my breath fogging the reflective gloss. He hooked his finger around my panties, and dragged them off my body. As they passed the growing red mark from the spankings, it made me gasp. He gently kissed the spot, then positioned himself behind me.
I could feel his rod hovering on the edge of my slit, waiting to dive in. I wanted him so badly, it seemed like all I had ever wanted was that c**k inside me. I wanted him to f**k my brains out on that desk and give me my sweet release. I felt him push just the tip inside of me, and as he slowly pushed himself into me he ripped off the second outside strip of tape. The pleasure of him filling me combined with the sharp pain of the tape ripping down my back made my body arch and cry out for more.
He began rocking into me, filling me with his massive cock. He grabbed my hips, his thumb on the spanking welt, diving into me. Each thrust filled me with pleasure, my pu**y trying to take more and more of him, while his thumb massaged my poor ass. I could feel my body responding to the double stimulus, the pleasure mounting inside of me with a force I had to release. I began to shake with the effort, my hands struggling against the tape as my world crescendoed into a ball of color and sensation. I heard myself cry out with joy as spasms of bliss racked my body.
When I finished shaking, his hand slammed down onto the opposite ass cheek.
“I didn’t say you could come.” He growled, lust heavy in his voice. I rocked my ass in time with his thrusts, feeling him fill me with each plunge. I wanted to take every inch of him I could as deep inside of me as I could. He began to grunt with effort, his thrusts becoming less regular. He swelled inside of me, and then with a groan, let loose inside of me. I could feel his come cover my insides, coating me with his seed.
I whimpered into the table as he kept pushing in and out of me, sliding on his own river. With one final plunge, he then pulled out and cleaned himself up, leaving me exposed and dripping on the desk. I waited patiently for him to release me. Come dripped down my leg, and my ass throbbed as I waited. He took his time, but finally I felt him behind me again.
Without warning a final spank landed on my bruised ass, making me cry out into the room. I heard him chuckle as he pulled the tape off my wrists. I slid to the floor and onto my knees, rubbing my wrists. He reached down a hand, helping to my feet and I stood on shaky legs. He pulled me in close, grabbing my ass and making me squirm as pain shot through it.
“Don’t do that again. At least not without my permission” His voice held a threat, but it was softened by a smile. He let me go and handed me a box of tissues and I cleaned myself up and then redressed, my underwear cold and damp against me.
I sat gingerly back into my chair, a bruise forming that I knew would keep me from sitting properly for days. Mr. King grinned as a wiggled to find a comfortable position, knowing that I would have this reminder to behave myself. I pouted at him and he shrugged, opening his laptop and staring into it. With a sigh, I opened mine and began looking for a solution yet again.
***
Sunlight streamed in through the open windows and woke me. I had fallen asleep on my keyboard, and I could feel a funny red pattern of a space bar and several letters etched onto my face. Mr. King walked into the room with two cups of coffee and a box of doughnuts. The look on my face must have been priceless, as he nearly spilled the coffee giggling at my disheveled hair and keyboard face.
He of course looked perfect, his blonde hair spilling across his forehead with boyish charm. I scowled and grabbed the coffee as I headed to the bathroom to clean up. I heard Ms. Aloutte knock on the door and announce Mr. Thayer. I hurried back out to find Ed Thayer bouncing anxiously in Mr. King’s chair as he pulled up information on his computer. His eyes were too bright and his hair stuck out at odd angles. He was pointing animatedly to the computer screen, his voice cracking and rising an octave as he spoke.
“I found the virus! It was hidden in the back subcode...” Thayer beamed as he showed Mr. King how and where he found the virus. “My team already has a patch made and is administering it to the network. His virus won’t do a damn thing now!”
Mr. King clapped him on the back, a smile growing on his face. The two of them continued to speak in computer code as Thayer showed him the virus. From what I could understand, it was a pretty piece of work that would have caused the entire building’s computers to think they needed a restart, and that they would then be frozen in the reboot, effectively shutting everything down. I sat down and listened to them speak in their foreign computer language as I began sifting through the financial files next to my laptop.
“The best part is that he had to make it so that there was a remote switch to activate the virus. If he tries to activate the virus, then he has to communicate with the computers here to do it. I have a software program that I have been working on, that can help us trace his source when he does this. Unfortunately, it isn’t really finished, so it may not be perfect- especially if he is smart and tries to deflect us through mirrored servers...”
“Wait,” I cut him off as I finally understood part of the conversation not completely in computer-speak. “Would knowing what part of the world he is in help?”
The two of them stared at me for a minute, Thayer’s mouth working but no words coming out. I took that as a yes and displayed a couple of files to them. “Between the accounts that he deposited his paychecks in, the bank that he wants the money deposited, his recent credit card usage, and a couple other things, I have a pretty good idea what part of the world he is hiding in. I actually think he is still in the country, which seems strange to me.”
“The firewall to the company for the files he hid the virus in will only allow United States access... How do you have his credit card information?” Mr. King looked a strange combination of proud and concerned.
“That was easy enough- he never cleared his cookies off his laptop. It is company property, so when I was looking through it, I was able to access his account,” Mr. King’s face contorted still further into a concerned look. “I just realized that what I did may not be terribly legal, but desperate times right?” I looked back and forth at them as they continued to just stare at me.
“He didn’t clean out his cookies? The financial person thought of a computer answer before the computer people. I knew I liked you!” Mr. Thayer’s face broke out in a grin as Mr. King nodded incredulous at my computer savvy. I breathed a sigh of relief and continued to show them what I found.