Secretary!Manon who is sick and tired of being treated like never doing a good job or being belittle by cocky boss!reader (so maybe degradation/edging with some clit play???)
⤷ WARNINGS. secretary!manon . fingering . degradation . manipulación . dirty talk
You were kneeling on the carpet of your own office, her fingers buried all the way down your throat.
"I'm… I'm sor…" you tried to say, but her fingers filled your mouth, crushing your tongue against your palate. The voice drowned before it came out.
"I can't hear you," Manon said, and she laughed as her fingers pushed deeper. You felt the gag reflex rise. Tears were already streaming down your cheeks. "Come on, boss. You always have something to say. Now you can't even talk?"
"I'm sorry…" you babbled, but with her fingers in your mouth it was hard to speak.
Manon pulled her fingers out of your mouth suddenly. You coughed, spat, tried to breathe, but then her open hand hit your cheek. A dry slap that turned your face.
"Now," she said. "Say it properly."
"I'm sorry," you whispered.
"For treating you badly. For… for all these months. For making you feel like you weren't good enough."
Manon grabbed you by the neck, her fingers circling your throat.
"Eleven times," she said, and her voice was a thread. "Eleven times you made me redo that paperwork."
She pushed you until you fell on your back on your own desk. She pulled down your skirt and underwear in one motion, leaving you to feel the cold of the office. You felt her fingers, still wet with your own saliva, running over your lips, soaking them.
"Look," she said, and brought her face close to your ear. "Look how you are. Open, waiting for your secretary to touch you."
"Look what a slut my boss is," she continued, and her fingers penetrated your cunt in one thrust. "Treating me so badly all this time just so I'd fuck her."
Her left hand grabbed you by the hair, pulling your head forward. Her right hand kept penetrating you brutally.
"You're going to take everything I give you, because I took all the mistreatment over that stupid paperwork that you knew was fine from the first time."
Her hand let go of your hair and picked up the metal ruler that was on your desk.
She pressed it against your clit. Didn't hit. Just pressed. The cold metal made you shiver.
"You look so pathetic," Manon said. "You're just a spoiled little whore who needs to be taught a lesson, aren't you?"
Right on your nerve center, making your whole body shudder. You couldn't help but let out a scream of pain and pleasure.
Then another and another and another. Your body writhed on the desk as you cried.
She hit again. Harder. You screamed.
"Awwww, does it hurt, boss?" Manon said. "Well, I don't give a shit. Just like you didn't give a shit about leaving me working until late."
It hurt, but your cunt was still dripping.
"I'm going to…" you started to say.
"You're going to what? You're going to come? You're going to cum on the desk while your secretary hits you with a ruler?"
She left the ruler on the desk. She stepped back. She left you there, trembling, with the orgasm about to explode, hanging on the edge.
"Manon… no, no, please," you moaned desperately.
"I have to come in early tomorrow…" Manon said, laughing. "…boss."
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