(all characters are over 19 years old)
It was a typical hectic Monday morning at the office. I, Oliver, a 22-year-old intern, rushed to work, already feeling the weight of the week on my shoulders. As I settled into my cubicle, the familiar scent of fresh coffee and the soft murmur of early birds chatting filled the air. I booted up my computer, ready to tackle the mountain of emails that surely awaited me.
However, the calm before the storm didn’t last long. Soon, the sharp, commanding voice of my boss, Mr. Adams, cut through the office like a whip. He was a young boss, only 24, but he ran the place with an iron fist. Rumors flew around the office about his short temper and demanding nature, and I often found myself on the receiving end of his sharp tongue.
“Oliver! Get your ass in here now!” Mr. Adams’ voice boomed, and I cringed, knowing he was calling for me.
I took a deep breath, straightened my tie, and made my way to his office, my heart pounding in my chest. As I entered, I saw him standing by the window, his broad shoulders tense and his dark hair falling over his intense eyes.
“You were late with that report on Friday, and today you’re sauntering in like you own the place. What’s your problem, Oliver?” He glared at me, his jaw clenched.
I felt my face flush, and my stomach twisted into knots. I knew I had to tread carefully; one wrong word, and his temper would flare. “I apologize, sir. I had some personal matters to attend to, but that’s no excuse. It won’t happen again.”
Mr. Adams huffed, his eyes narrowing. “See that it doesn’t, Oliver. I don’t tolerate incompetence or laziness. Now, get back to work and make sure that report is on my desk by noon, or you’re out of here.”
I nodded, keeping my eyes downcast, and turned to leave. My heart was racing, and I felt a mix of frustration and something else, a spark of desire that surprised me. I had always found Mr. Adams attractive, with his sharp features and commanding presence, but I never thought I’d be on the receiving end of his anger.
The day dragged on, and I worked diligently to finish the report, determined to impress Mr. Adams and calm his fiery temper. As noon approached, I took a deep breath and entered his office once more, this time with confidence.
“Here’s the report, sir. I hope it meets your expectations,” I said, my voice steady, as I placed the file on his desk.
Mr. Adams looked up, his eyes softening slightly as he took in my determined expression. “It had better be good, Oliver. I don’t have time for subpar work.”
“It won’t be, sir. I assure you,” I replied, my voice carrying a hint of challenge.
A smirk played on his lips, and he leaned back in his chair, his eyes roaming over me. “Confidence. I like that. Maybe there’s more to you than meets the eye, Oliver.”
I felt a shiver run down my spine at his intense gaze, and I took a chance. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, sir. Perhaps I could show you?”
His eyebrows raised, and a glint of curiosity entered his eyes. “Oh? And what exactly could you show me, Oliver?”
I took a bold step forward, closing the distance between us. “How about a way to relieve some stress, sir? I hear you’ve been working incredibly hard lately.”
A slow, seductive smile spread across his face, and he stood, his eyes never leaving mine. “And what makes you think I need stress relief, Oliver?”
“Call it an educated guess,” I replied, my voice low and husky. “I’ve heard rumors of your… demanding nature, and I think I might be able to help.”
Mr. Adams’ eyes darkened, and he took a step toward me, closing the distance between us. “Oh? And how do you propose to help, Oliver?”
I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I made my intentions clear. “By offering myself to you, sir. I’m sure you’ve noticed I’m a top, and I’d be happy to let you take control and have your way with me.”
A low growl escaped his throat, and he pulled me closer, his eyes burning with desire. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that, Oliver. You’ve kept me on a tight leash, but it seems the tables are turning.”
I shuddered as his lips brushed my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “Yes, sir,” I whispered, my body responding to his dominant tone.
Without another word, Mr. Adams pushed me against the desk, his hands roaming over my body possessively. I let out a soft moan, feeling his hardness against my thigh.
“You like that, don’t you, Oliver?” he whispered, his lips trailing down my neck, sending sparks of pleasure through me.
“Yes, sir,” I breathed, my head falling back as his mouth worked its magic.
His hands moved to my belt, quickly undoing it and pulling my pants and boxers down roughly. My hard length sprang free, and he wrapped his hand around it, stroking firmly.
“Such a beautiful cock,” he murmured, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive skin. “It’s been driving me crazy, knowing it was here, so close, and I couldn’t touch it.”
I gasped as he took me into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around my length. His skills were incredible, and I had to bite my lip to stifle my moans.
“Fuck, sir, that feels so good,” I whispered, my hips bucking slightly.
Mr. Adams chuckled, the vibrations sending pleasure shooting through me. “You like that, Oliver? You like having your boss on his knees, sucking your cock?”
“Yes, sir,” I hissed, my hands tangling in his hair, guiding his movements.
He took me deeper, his throat relaxing to accommodate my length. I had to bite my hand to muffle my grunt of pleasure as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard.
“You’re so tight, Oliver. I can’t wait to feel this stretched around me,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire.
I whimpered, my body on edge, as he continued to suck and stroke me with expertise. His tongue swirled and teased, driving me wild.
“I’m close, sir,” I warned, my breath coming in short gasps.
Mr. Adams hummed in response, sending vibrations through my sensitive flesh. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and with a sharp cry, I came down his throat, my body shaking with the force of my release.
Mr. Adams swallowed every drop, milking me dry with slow, languid licks that had me keening softly.
“Damn, Oliver. That was incredible,” he said, standing and pulling me into a passionate kiss.
I tasted myself on his lips then we cleaned up. That was the best day I had during my internship.