Printer hums in the back office. Coffee scent clings to the air, mixed with my sharp perfume. Mouse clicks echo from the open-space. Colleagues chatter. I’m Anne, store department head. Ambitious. Always in charge. But today, Pierre’s here. My husband. The carpenter who saved our expansion project years ago. Now, he’s assembling a cabinet in the storage room. For me.
“Listen, for once, we’re doing it my way!”
The Rising Tension
“What do you mean, ‘for once’?”
“Just mount the damn thing like I say.”
I drop the tools. “Explain now.”
“S’il. Te. Plaît.” Firm on ‘s’il’. Normal on ‘te’. Whisper on ‘plaît’.
I freeze. Heart pounds. Not used to this from tender Pierre. But something snaps inside. “Yes, master. At your service.”
He winces. “Sorry, didn’t mean to be rough.”
“Yes, master. At your service.”
We finish fast. She obeys every order. No sass. Cabinet up. He smirks. “See? Faster when you listen.”
“Now explain ‘for once’.”
“You always lead. But manual work? My rules.”
I kiss him. Tools away. We head to the breakroom sink. Water runs. I scrub hands.
“Sorry again,” he says.
Head down. “Don’t apologize… I loved it. When you said ‘S’il te plaît’, I melted.”
“How?”
“Let me talk.”
Silence stretches. “I craved submission. To your will.”
“S’il. Te. Plaît. Explain.”
I wash endlessly. He shuts water. Repeats. I yield. “Command me. Take control. No violence.”
He presses behind me. Hand dives into my pants. Soaked. “Drop them. Panties too.”
Hesitate. “S’il te plaît.”
Magic. I strip. Naked from waist down. He frees his cock. Hard against my back. Grips tits. Mirror shows us. “Tell me more. S’il te plaît.”
“Guide me. No degradation. Soumise, not slave.” Hand on clit. Fingers plunge. I buck. We cum hard. His load on my back.
Shower quick. Normalcy resumes. Weeks pass. Spring day. Ready for inventory check. Old jeans, sweatshirt.
The Raw Explosion
“Change. S’il te plaît.”
Eyes down. “Yes, master. Red button dress?”
“Now.”
She returns. Stunning. “Turn.” Back bare. “Lift skirt.”
Gorgeous ass in thong. “Remove it.”
“No panties? At work?”
“Dépêche-toi. S’il te plaît.”
She peels it off. Hands it over. We hit the parking lot. Utility van. Auto box. Comfy.
First light. “Front seat. Leg over mine.”
Thigh opens. Hand up. Pussy drenched. “Lift dress. You’re flooding.”
Finger in. She grinds. Cums before parking.
Parked aside. Back seat. “Kneel. S’il te plaît.”
“Yes, master.”
Cock out. “Suck. Swallow every drop. Or spit in mall toilets.”
She devours. Hand pumps. I erupt. She gulps most. Proud eyes.
Kiss shares trace. She bolts to restrooms.
Inside store. No panties. Air teases lips. His hand grazes ass in aisles. I bend low. Tease. Camera blind spots only.
Car again. “Bra too.”
Snaps off slick. Tit flashes. Nipple hard.
“Good girl. Fancy lunch.”
Drive. Restaurant. Foot on crotch. Dessert handjob under table. Mutual cum. Napkins hide.
Home. Terrace. He strips me. Cunnilingus. Fucks wild. Endless orgasms.
Door creaks nearby? Colleague? Risk spikes thrill. Mask on. Back to open-space. Dress straight. Meeting next. Cum scent lingers. Coffee brews. Printer whirs. I smile. Professional. Burning inside.