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to
his desk. My legs wrapped around his waist again. Warm hands cupped my breasts.
Soft lips left tingling imprints of possession over my body. I squirmed
enjoying the attention to parts left unattended for a long time. He circled my
stomach with kisses, stroked the curves over my breasts, my waist and hips.
Warren ground his silk covered bulge against my sex, rubbing his expensive
slacks into the den of my slick desire.
    There was no denying I got off
on this. He was in control now, but I knew how to bring out his inner beast.
Warren lifted his upper body while pinning me down with his hips.
    “I’m going to tie you to the
desk,” he said.
    At the sound of his voice my
pussy clenched. A wave of a mini-orgasm soaked my panties. Warren turned and
opened a desk drawer. With great reluctance, I let him go. He pulled out a pair
of leather cuffs with fluffy cream colored padding.
The straps were black and thick. They looked rather comfortable. Fuzzy on the inside, neat and functional on the outside. A
lot like Warren.  
    My heart pounded. “I’ve heard
of being chained to the desk before, but never to the boss’s desk.”
    He grinned and at that moment I
knew I couldn’t deny him a single damn thing.
    “Are you okay with this?” His
smile faded and the look of concern on his face was my encouragement. Others
could say what they wanted about the CEO of BankTrost ,
but Warren was the epitome of trustworthy.
    “Oh, fuck yes!” I said.
    He leaned over and absorbed my
lips, his kiss dominate , expressive and lavish. Every
bit of it a thank you. A thank you for having trust in him. Warren ripped away from my mouth and as I lay there dizzy from the absence of
his zealous tongue. He buckled one wrist with a soft padded restraint. The
cuffs had leather straps that unhooked and a few d-ring clips. With quick
motions Warren strapped me in with efficient ease. He’d done this before. The
fluff made it so the cuffs were snug but not biting. They were made with a thoughtfulness about the wearer.
    “Stay,” he said, then shuffled
in his cabinet and pulled out another pair of cuffs. These had a long leather
leash for each cuff. The other pair of cuffs were an
exact match for the ones on my wrists. Warren put these around my ankles.
    Did he have these in his drawer
this morning? Hot. I lifted up on my elbows to watch him. Slim fingers expertly
slid the thick straps through the metal fastener and buckle for each ankle. He
pulled my underwear down, exposing me completely.
    He kissed me and pushed me down
on my back. I wrapped my arms around him. My legs circled his ass. Naked and
sprawled on his desk, Warren clipped one leash to my right ankle cuff. His
hands swept up my inner thigh and kissed me tenderly. With the second leash in
his hand he clipped it to my left ankle cuff. Then he raised my arms over my
head.  
    Breaking free of my legs,
Warren walked around to my head and knelt down. From my upside down point of
view I could not tell where he went but he grabbed my hand and gently pushed it
down. The snap of a clip and the cuffs on my wrist and diagonal ankle were
attached. He did the same to my other ankle and wrist. The leashes were
crisscrossed under the desk. I pushed my left foot out and my right hand was
pulled under the desk. From the way he tied me up I couldn’t close my legs or
arms. He’d made it so all I could do was lay on his desk spread eagle.
    Warren stepped in front of me
and gazed down at me. My head hung over the side of his desk, giving him the
advantage of exposing my throat. In this position I was wide open for him to
take in any way he wanted. My arousal climbed higher from knowing I couldn’t
move, couldn’t escape and had to accept whatever he demanded.
    I tilted my head back and even
from such a convoluted position, I could see he was rock hard and amused.   “I believe I told you to suck my cock,
not tease it.” He said.
    Oh. That’s what he meant about
this morning. “Is that what you mean by