[F4M] A Game of Office Cat n' Mouse

Transcript

Well, hello. A little late for a coffee in the break room, don't you think? It's nearly five p.m.

, work's over. Yeah, I need to finish up a report, so I'm gonna be here a little late. Figured a shitty cup of coffee might help me focus.

By the way, you didn't do too badly in the meeting today. I'm impressed. I expected you to blow the proposal.

Yeah. You can ask Elsie. We had a bet over whether or not you'd pull it off, so I guess I'm out twenty bucks now.

She never doubted you for a second, of course. If you ask me, I think she's got a bit of a crush on you. God knows why.

She's pretty and young and bright, and you're. .. you.

I thought you'd at least knock over a coffee cup or something. But no, perfectly cool and collected. Drats.

Too bad all that hard work is just gonna go to waste. They're definitely going with my proposal. Oh, I'm sure of it.

Just you wait, honey. I'm about to be one step closer to that corner office. Oh? You just bristled a little bit.

Did that bug you, darling? Are you getting flustered, sweetheart? I thought you were calm, cool, and collected, sugar.

No? Of course not. It takes more than a few antagonizing terms of endearment to rattle you.

Must've been my imagination. Anyway, don't worry. I'll put in a good word for you when I get there.

Of course. I'm gonna need a rival. Someone to keep me on my toes.

And you're pretty much the only one here who fits the bill. You'll put in a word for me? Okay then.

I guess we'll just have to wait and see who's on top. What was that, sweetheart? You always have to have the last word, don't you? You know, this is exactly what I was talking about when I implied you weren't a good match for Little Miss Elsie.

Women like her, they see a man like you, self-possessed, seemingly competent, with a nice enough face, and they spin these fantasies in their minds. They become infatuated with the perception of who you are. It's not entirely their fault.

They're young. They'll learn. Our darling Elsie is balancing on the precipice of a very important lesson.

She's flirting with danger. You see, she mistakes your professional courtesy for kindness, your knowledgeability for experiential wisdom, your pitiful attempts at water-cooler small talk for genuine interest, when it's just another chance for you to watch her lips move so you can imagine them smearing lipstick on your cock while you jerk off in the restroom. There's nothing wrong with these qualities, of course.

Confidence, capability, courtesy, attractiveness, and a perfectly dirty fucking mind. But you and I both know that if you got involved with her, you would swallow her whole. You would consume every bit of sweetness from her, until you realize it's not enough for you, and leave her with a broken heart.

You know this, and you stay away. Good boy. But me, I know exactly who you are.

Every word you speak taps on my nerves. Your mere existence gets under my skin. You drive me abso-fucking-lutely mad, to the point where that pretty face of yours occupies my mind when I'm at home, off the clock.

Your presence is so fucking insidious that I hardly even notice you creeping in before you've infected every thought I have. Then I come into work, and we play our little game of cat and mouse, changing up the roles as we go, prodding each other just enough to provoke a reaction. And it occurs to me, despite all of my stubborn attempts to resist what is happening between us, I'm having the time of my fucking life.

So, baby doll, I will admit that your snide remark just now got to me. It was a good one, really. I'm proud of you.

But, as I'm standing here now, with you frozen in your seat, my hand against your chest, my lips a whisper away from yours, tell me, who is the cat, and who is the mouse? That's right, baby. Hehehe, looks like I actually do have you flustered now.

I realize this isn't exactly what you had in mind for your afternoon, so if you want, I'll back away now. You can probably still catch Elsie on our way out the door. I'm sure she'd be thrilled to get a drink with you.

But, is that really what you want? Does my little mouse want me to let him go? Or, is he ready to play? Marvelous.

I locked the door right after your rude bit of commentary. I didn't think it would look very good if someone walked in on me straddling your lap in the break room, and almost everyone has already left for the day. So, it's just you and me.

Now, I think we should teach you a lesson about what happens when you tease me with that razor sharp wit of yours. Here, reach under my skirt, and feel the outside of my panties. See? Soaking wet.

You really got to me. Actions have consequences, sweetheart. I think for today, we'll start by using your tie to bind your hands behind your back, and slowly tease you until you're absolutely feral.

Oh, you needn't move an inch. I'll take care of it. I want to kiss your neck while I'm working on your tie.

Maybe I'll leave a mark. Nobody will know it was me, but you will. If you want to touch me, you should do it now.

Wherever you want. You won't be able to once I get this tie off. This neck belongs to me.

This ear belongs to me. These lips belong to me. These hands belong to me.

God, these hands. I think I'll place a finger in my mouth. Ow.

Feel good? Who do you belong to, sweetheart? Now, put your hands behind your back.

There we go. How does it feel to be my plaything? I thought you might say that.

That's good. It's okay to let go, baby. I take care of my toys, and you are very precious to me.

So let go. I'll bring you back to Earth again. You're as hard as a fucking rock.

I can feel it through your pants. I'll help you get rid of these. And your shirt.

I'll unbutton it. Wow. What a sight.

The man who has pressed every nerve in my body with his arrogance. Who makes me so fucking wet without even trying. Hands tied behind his back.

Naked. Vulnerable. It's beautiful.

It's beautiful. You're beautiful, sweetheart. I'm going to tease every part of your beautiful body by running my fingers up and down your thighs while I lick and kiss my way around your most sensitive places.

Looks like I did leave a mark on your neck earlier. I think I'll start there. It looks so pretty.

You're not going to be able to hide it easily. Every time you look in the mirror for the next couple of days, you'll see my mark and remember that you're mine now. Mine.

Fucking. Mine. You know what else I love? This little space here, where your collarbone meets your shoulder.

I don't know how to explain it, really, but it's like this spot right here is the perfect combination of tenderness and strength. It's both soft and sturdy. Vulnerable and secure.

Your shoulder, your bone, and the bit of flesh around it is the perfect place to sink my teeth into. Let me know if I bite too hard, sweetheart. Perfect.

Oopsie, another mark. Well, at least this one won't show while you're wearing a shirt. Now, I bet you'd like it if I moved on to teasing your nipples.

Moan for me if you want me to play with them next. Good boy. And with a flick of my tongue, I'm sure I can get another one out of you.

Just as I predicted. And we mustn't forget the other one. You sound so pretty when you moan for me.

I think it's time for me to work my way down to your dick. I bet it's just aching for me. I'll leave sweet, gentle kisses down your body.

And since you look so good with my marks on you, I desperately want to leave scratch marks on your thighs. Are you okay with that, honey? Can I dig my nails into your skin while I kiss your cock? I thought you might like that.

Oh, look, a bit of pre-cum, and I haven't even touched it yet. Delicious. And the way you're whimpering so beautifully when I drag my nails down your thighs.

It's fucking perfect, baby. Perfect. You've done such a good job.

It's time for a little reward. But first, I'm going to put on a little lipstick. I want to mark you one more time with my lips wrapped around your cock.

It's a pretty red color. Matches the other marks quite nicely. This one will wash off in the shower, but I'm sure you won't forget it.

There. Now, tell me, whose cock is this, baby? That's right.

It's mine. Ow. Ow.

Ow. Ow. Ow.

Fucking. Mine. Not to brag, but I give a damn good blowjob.

You should enjoy it. Because you never quite know. When it will.