Paying in Kind for Silence

The scent of her expensive perfume hit me like a wall when she pressed her back against the door of the supply closet. Victoria's eyes—my strict boss, Victoria—burned with a dark fire I'd never seen in any boardroom. Her fingers were already slipping under my belt, her lips curling into a predatory half-smile.

"You do understand this is going to cost you," she whispered, dragging a manicured nail along my zipper. "I could just fire you tomorrow, you know."

"I know," I breathed out, feeling myself go rock hard at the sound of her voice. "That's why I agreed to your terms."

Her friend's wedding was thundering in the banquet hall one floor below. Music, laughter, the clink of glasses. But up here, in this tiny staff room that smelled of dust and old wood, everything hung by a thread. The door didn't lock. Any second, some waiter could walk in looking for tablecloths.

She grabbed my tie and yanked me to her. Our mouths crashed together—hungry, no tenderness. I felt the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her evening gown. My hands found her waist, then slid lower, crushing expensive silk against her firm ass.

"Quiet," she breathed into my mouth when I groaned. "If anyone hears us... You don't want the whole company knowing how you're fucking your boss, do you?"

"I want you to shut up and let me have you," I answered, biting her lower lip. She let out a short laugh, but there was raw arousal in it.

Victoria spun around abruptly, planting her palms on the old wooden table. Her dress hiked up on its own, revealing black lace panties and smooth thighs. I ran my hand over her skin—she was trembling. The heat radiating off her body burned my fingertips.

"Faster," she demanded, glancing over her shoulder. Her eyes were glittering. "Show me what the new hire is made of."

I pulled her panties down to her knees. Her pussy was already glistening with wetness. I ran my fingers along her slick folds, found her swollen clit, and pressed lightly. Victoria arched her back, hissing through her teeth.

"Yes... just like that... Don't toy with me, just fuck me already."

I undid my pants. My cock sprang free, heavy and hot. I pressed the head against her entrance and slid in slowly. She was tight, soaked, gripping me so hard I lost my breath for a second.

"Oh... God, you're so thick," she moaned, biting her lip. "Deeper. Don't be afraid, I won't break."

I started to move. Slow at first, feeling every inch of her walls clench around me. Then faster. The little room filled with wet slaps and her muffled moans. I pressed my chest against her back, one hand squeezing her breast through her dress, the other pressed against her clit.

"Imagine if one of your friends walked in right now," I whispered in her ear, quickening my pace. "Seeing strict Victoria bent over and moaning while her new subordinate pounds her pussy."

"Shut up... and fuck me harder," she gasped, but the way her cunt suddenly clenched told me my words had turned her on even more.

I flipped her around to face me. Sat her on the edge of the table, spread her legs wide. Now we were looking into each other's eyes. I entered her again, sharp and deep. She wrapped her legs around my lower back, digging her nails into my spine through my shirt.

"I'm going to come... don't stop..." her voice was shaking.

I felt her pussy pulsing, hot fluid running down my balls. A few more powerful thrusts—and she arched, eyes squeezed shut, letting out a quiet but ferocious growl as her whole body convulsed. I couldn't hold back. I pulled out and came on her stomach and the hem of her dress in thick, hot ropes. Cum ran down her smooth skin.

We froze, breathing hard. From below, the music drifted up—the newlyweds' first dance.

Victoria ran a finger through her skin, gathered a drop of my cum, and slowly licked it off.

"That was... acceptable," she said with her usual strict tone, but her eyes were still shining. "Tomorrow in the office, I want the project report. And don't be late."

"And if I am?" I asked, helping her straighten her dress.

She stepped close, running her palm along my cheek.

"Then you'll have to pay in kind again. Only this time... I'll pick the place myself."

We left separately. Me first, her a few minutes later. In the morning at the office, we met by the coffee machine. She was pouring herself an espresso, I was getting black coffee. Our eyes met for just a second. Something warm and dangerous flickered in hers. I smiled into my cup. She gave the faintest smile back. No one around us had any idea that between us now hung a sweet debt we'd both be more than happy to repay, again and again.