Possums in a trenchcoat

Asa Emory was a creature of habit. You've learned this much in the time you've worked with him.

You sure he wakes up the time everyday, ate the same thing for breakfast and , once at work, ate the same lunch. And always around 2:30, he sends you, his assistant, for a medium black coffee. Afterwards, he always makes you sit next to him. Close enough to touch, but far enough to be seen as innocent.

You would sit there, quietly adding input when necessary, as he rambled off about whatever insect he was studying at the time. And that lasts until you leave at 5.

After that, one would assume you wouldn't see him again until the next morning. But you know what he does. You know because you see him outside your window every night.

At first, when you first noticed that your boss followed you home, you were rightfully alarmed. Almost like you were one of his bugs in a glass jar. Always being watched.

But...after sometime, somehow it became flattering. He was a well-respected man, a genius in his field, watching you. You started feeling less like a caterpillar and more like a butterfly. Fluttering around him.

You started purposely leaving curtains drawn. Wearing silk and lace under your work clothes. Letting your fingers tease against your body as you undressed. Facing the window as you touched yourself.

As you sat next to him one day, half listening to him prattle about carpenter bees, you couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever make a move. If was ever going to cross that invisible boundary.

He never touched you. Not even the slightest graze of fingers when you hand him his coffee. Not when you were in crowded elevator, smashed against the wall.

And honestly, it was starting to make you crazy.

Asa was obviously attracted to you (or at least you hoped so) why else would he stalk you at night?

"Are you even listening to me?"

You blinked "Hm? Oh yes, sorry. My minds all over the place."

Asa scoffed "And what, pray tell, is more important than the fragile place of the carpenter bees in the ecosystem."

"I think someone's watching me at night. "

You've never seen someone's body go so rigid. All the color drained from his face and his hands gripped his pen so tightly, his knuckles turned white "Oh? What...what makes you think that?"

You almost felt bad for him. If there wasn't some part of you that enjoyed his suffering "I've just noticed things. Footprints outside my window. Strange flashes of lights."

Asa adjusted the collar of his shirt "That is concerning. Perhaps-"

"I know it's you, Dr. Emory." You interrupted, standing up and settling between his legs.

Asa briefly looked alarmed, open his mouth to object, but you cut him off "Did you like the new nightie I bought for you?"

He looked up at you and you watched his eyes shift. No more was shy glaze, his eyes had turned sharp. Almost predatory, like a hunter finding his prey.

"I much prefer the dark blue one, with the black lace." His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer and guiding you down to sit on his lap "My dear, you have no idea how long I've waited for this. For you. "

You could feel his cock pressing against his pants, it made you whimper. Asa noticed, cruelly laughing "You have been such a nuisance for me, a unnecessary distraction."

Suddenly, he stood up, holding your body against him and slammed you down on the desk. You gasped and he took this opportunity to shove two of his fingers in your mouth "Suck."

Eyes watery, you let your mouth close around his fingers. Asa grunted "I don't have time for desperate, little sluts. I'm a very busy man. But you..."

He pushed down on your tongue, making you moan "Oh, listen to you. So needy, like you've never been touched before. Which you and I both know is a lie."

You knew what he was talking about. The random men you'd bring over, strangers you'd use for a quick fuck. At first, it was to try to shake off Asa, like maybe he'd seen you weren't interested (which was a lie)

But then it became a game, you curious as to how far you could push him before he snapped.

Asa's fingers left your mouth, purposely spreading your spit around your mouth and down to your throat. They clasped around your neck, not tight enough to hurt but just enough to make you dizzy.

Asa leaned down, his breath hitting your cheek "Tell me, did it make you feel like a God? To play those men like that?"

His free hand drifted down your torso, barely grazing your breasts, going all the way down to the edge of your skirt "Making them feel like they stood a chance with you? Giving them hope?"

He pulled up your skirt, clicking his tongue at your lacey panties "You basically condemn your little playthings. "

If you weren't so overwhelmingly horny at the moment, you would have been concerned. But any thoughts on the subject were pushed away by Asa's fingers brushing against your core.

You gasped against his hand, still on your throat, hips bucking "P-Please, Asa! I can't-"

Smack!

You cried out as his hand came down on your pussy, the action making you wetter. Asa noticed immediately, his smile growing feral "Oh, you are a little slut, aren't you? Tell me what you are!"

You nodded furiously, feeling his finger teasing the band of your underwear "I'm your slut! I am, I swear to God-"

Smack!

Tears rolled down your eyes as he smack you again. Asa snarled, his hand gripping your throat tighter "No God is here now. Only me. Swear to me!"

"I s-swear to you, Asa!" You whined "I swear to you! Please, Asa, please just touch me!"

Asa let out a shaking breath, fingers dipping down into your underwear "My sweet heart, my greedy little slut."

His hand left your throat, leaving to join his other. He pulled off the soaking fabric, inhaling as strings of your arousal followed. You adjusted your legs, leaving room for him to position himself between them.

One of his long, slender fingers teased your clit, before sinking into you.

"O-oh..fffuck! Asa-" Your fingernails scratched his desk "P-Please, I need more!"

You felt him shift and then felt a second finger pushed inside you, joining the other in fucking you. You gasped at the wave of pleasure, hand reaching out to grab his suit jacket.

“Oh? Does that feel good?” Asa asked, a devilish smirk on his face. You half-heartedly glared at him, wrinkling your nose. He chuckled "Or is this too much for you?"

Any thoughts of replying vanished when he curled his fingers upward, hitting that wonderfully pleasurable spot inside of you. Asa let out a broken moan as your cunt clamped down on his fingers.

"Oh, my special girl! I think you do deserve another finger."

You nodded in agreement "I do! I do! Please, Asa! I'm so close!"

As soon as he slipped that third finger inside of your drooling cunt, the tightly wound cord snapped. Your hips shot up, legs shaking as you came harder than you ever had. Asa fingers fucked you through your orgasm, body writhing in uncontrolled ecstasy.

Asa chuckled, pulling his fingers out. You whimpered at the empty feeling, grabbing onto his wrist.

"Fucking hell, Asa!" You breathed out, looking up at him with watery eyes "Where the hell did you learn to do that?"

The clock above you chimed 5, signaling the end of the work day. Asa straightened up, smoothing down the lapels of his jacket. He looked down at you, taking in the sight of your still recovering body.

Smack!

You jumped as he smacked your clit one more time. Wrinkling your nose, you glared at him "Ow- what was that for?"

Asa raised a eyebrow, before leaning down. For a moment, you thought maybe he was going to kiss you. But instead, he grabbed your panties from the desk, bringing the fabric to his nose.

He inhaled deeply, letting out a rumbling growl. Asa shoved the fabric into his pocket, tapping his hand against it. You tried to complain, wanting to say something about your dignity. But he reached out, squishing your cheeks together.

He leaned forward, grazing his lips against yours, just enough to tease "Wear the dark blue one later for me."

With that finally comment, Asa packed up his suitcase and headed up the stairs.