Male dominant, female submissive.

The meeting droned on, as large conference calls are wont to do. She had prepared well, but her task items were discussed first. So there she sat, cursing herself for leaving her laptop and phone in her office. Yes, it’s one thing to “appear focused” to the meeting, itself – but it’s an entirely different thing listening to the technophiles talking about the minutiae of a project at a truly detailed level.

She found her mind wandering as her eyelids gained weight, until her eyes met his. Did his kind expression turn into a straight-out leer?

After what seemed like years, the conference call ended. She left the room, and worked her way back to her desk, where she remained later than everyone else in the office. At least, she thought she had outlasted her coworkers. Leaving her office, she heard typing from the conference room. And there Mr. Leer sat, fingers flying away at his keyboard.

She popped her head in and said “goodnight.”

He looked up; his gaze changed from “friendly” to “ogling.”

She felt exposed. She felt wanted.

He nodded & said “goodnight.”

She left the room and stopped. She shook her head and a second later, she turned back. “Hey, you wouldn’t want to head out to grab a drink, would you?”

He stood, closed his laptop, and walked to her.

Her heart fluttered.

“I think we can get drunk on each other,” he said, his right hand cupping her face as he brought her in for a kiss.

She threw herself into the kiss, fully. When he broke things off, she gasped, grabbed his face with both of her hands, and pulled him back in.

He wrapped his arms around her, and she released his head. Her arms dropped to her sides.

The kiss ended. The bodies parted. He stepped away from her.

She thought, for a moment, that he was reaching for his wallet as he moved to pull something out of his back pocket. But, a moment later, he held a set of handcuffs in his hand. At the sight, she turned her back to him, placing her wrists behind her.

He smiled and bound her before turning her around so that she was facing him.

And then his hands moved to the topmost button of her blouse.

Button by button, her blouse was undone, until the only way the shirt was together, at all, was because it was tucked into her skirt.

He stepped closer to her, his hands working their way between her flesh and the straps of her bra straps, which he pushed down to her elbows. Her blouse fell off her shoulders, collecting where her wrists merged.

He flipped the cups of her undergarment down, exposing her.

She swallowed.

Without breaking eye-contact with her, he reached out and cupped the underside of her left breast. With his other hand, he slapped it.

She swallowed, continuing to look at him; she whispered “more.”

And he obliged.

When the stare between them was broken as she blinked tears from her eyes, he released one breast and had his way with the other, treating it as he did the first.

When she sobbed, he released her right breast.

She trembled at the loss of touch.

He kissed her.

With their lips together, he reached out, pinched, and twisted her nipples, squeezing and twisting until she was forced to break the kiss by crying out.

And with their mouths apart, he moved in, biting her lower lip, eliciting a new gasp. His arms wrapped around her and he squeezed her close to him.

He released the bite and slid his cheek along hers, moving his mouth to her ear.

“I wanted you from the moment I saw you,” he whispered.

“I didn’t know I needed this like I did,” she responded, nuzzling his head with hers.

He held her more-tightly & she allowed her legs to falter, trusting him to hold her upright, to prevent her from falling.

He moved one hand beneath her bottom and the other across her back. He lifted & sat her, still handcuffed, her blouse still about her wrists, onto the conference table. Then he stepped back and untied his tie.

Button by button, he un-buttoned his shirt before removing it and, carefully, placing it over the back of a conference room chair.

He unfastened his belt.

She licked her lips.

Slowly, he took off each shoe, and then his socks, which he paired & folded before placing them on top of his shoes. He unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly, and placed his trousers over the back of another conference room chair.

His erection poked through the hole in his boxers.

Stepping to her, he placed one hand behind her head and kissed, hard. His tongue invaded her mouth, and she ceded to the ferocity of the kiss, falling onto her side on the conference table, the attempt to balance herself thwarted by the handcuffs about her wrists.

He reached for the skirt’s zipper at the side of her hip.

She righted herself. His hands moved beneath her ass; he grasped & tugged. Her skirt, panties and hose came with the pull. He dropped her clothing dropped to the floor.

He stood back & took in the sight of her. Her hips ground.

He placed his hands around each knee, separating her legs before bending over the table. With his tongue outstretched, he licked up the length of her slit. When he reached her clit, he grabbed onto each of her thighs, pulling her into him. He pressed, hard, against her sex.

His tongue worked up the remaining bit, and his face broke contact with her sex, for the merest fraction of a second.

And he went through those motions again. And again. Until she sighed as his mouth broke contact with her pussy. And then he started flicking the very tip of his tongue against her clit — first, a playful tickle before focusing on the button with deliberation.

She ground her hips against his face.

And she came.

As she was catching her breath, he pulled her toward him. And he flipped her over (her shoulders, could arms speak, would have exhibited a sigh of relief from no longer having to support her weight). Her feet hit the ground, she was bent at the waist.

A moment later, her handcuffs were off and her blouse fell to the floor. She turned to face him, rubbing her wrists. He embraced her; she jumped, wrapping her legs around him.

He seated her onto the glass-topped conference table.

He climbed on top of her.

He entered her.

In the isolated room on a random weekday evening, they fucked.

She cried out, once again, in ecstasy. Soon after, he emitted a primal growl. She bit into his shoulder. His body convulsed. He came.

He pressed himself, hard, against her, as his body experienced recurring tremors.

She gasped & sighed, disappointedly, as he slid out of her.

They both stood, still slightly breathless.

“What time is our meeting tomorrow?” he asked.

“10, I think,” she said, righting her bra before hopping off the table, reaching down, and picking up her blouse.

“It’s going to be hard to meet in here, now,” he said, with a grin, admiring the smudges left on the table.

“And if I wear something low cut to show these off?” she asked, cupping her breasts, betraying the slightest of winces as she did.

“It’ll be especially hard.”

“Think you’ll be able to find an excuse to work late tomorrow?” she asked, stepping back into her skirt.

“You had best believe it,” he replied.