If you ask me, these are some things in men that can turn me on: Intelligence, status and power, and confidence.

The more confident he is, the more comfortable he seems in his own skin and in the ways he interact with me, the more it makes me want to suck his soul out of his cock and spit his cum into his own mouth. Tell him what a filthy little good boy he was for me. Make him thank me for toying with him. Make him suck my toes, even. Truth be told, that's what I've been thinking about a lot lately, particularly about Dan, the manager that was being lent by the US team for us, the Japan team, for the month.

First of all, he's crazy detailed and such a perfectionist. In a way it is great as he helped us reach higher standards in our work, but on the other hand Jesus H. Christ I wanna stick my panties into his mouth if he told me to redo my work one more time. To add to my annoyance, he always leaves work on time. God forbid you need to get an approval on 5:02 PM, lol the dude's already in the elevator going down.

With the power of spite and anger I have been staying later and later at the office thanks to additional work caused by him being here. Oh, the team is going to a drinking party to entertain him? Well fuck, these backlogs aren't finishing themselves, are they? Then who's gonna be in trouble when the white guy goes home to the US? Ok, that was rhetorical, no need for guessing, it's me. I'll get the spankings.

Hence why I'm staying at the office late today. It's freaking 18 minutes past 9 at night, my small office is the only lit up room on this floor. I'm listening to some songs, thinking of putting a collar on Dan and making him leak precum all over my office floor. Don't @ me tho. A girl needs some motivation to finish work.

As I was furiously typing a long email on my laptop, I heard the elevator dings. I looked up to see the door opened, and who could it be but our lil ole Dan himself? What's he doing here? Did I just manifest his presence because I was thinking about him too hard or something.

He walked towards me, poked his head into my office, and with his infuriatingly sexy voice asked, "Why are you still here?"

Well fuck me, wow, gee, I don't fucking know why, can't be because I have tons of backlogs cos you keep telling me to redid my work can it, huh? HUH??

I put on a polite smile and cleared my throat. "I just have some emails to reply."

He glanced at his wristwatch, and back at me. "At this hour?"

I widened my smile. He invited himself into my office and sat on the edge of my desk. I swear I almost had a heart attack cos his butt was on my desk. I repeat. His butt. Was on my desk. Can I spank him already?

"I notice you never joined us for the after office drinking," He commented. "Is it because you always stay late?"

"Well I don't always stay so late..." I mumbled. I usually manage to be home by 8PM, and by "usually" I mean before Dan came to our office 3 weeks ago.

"I'll only be here for another week," He said.

Good, I thought.

"I was hoping I could get to know you outside work before I leave," He said again.

...

Record scratch. What did he just say? I looked at him, surprised. His eyes were calm, though, not a trace of nervousness, he was just his usual confident self. I blinked. "Did I hear that right? Cos it sounded like you're asking me out, Dan," I asked.

"You did," He smiled, nodding, again with an air of confidence around him. God, look at him being so cocky thinking he could woo me, when all I could think of was having him as my pet slut.

I chuckled--involuntarily, nervously, but I stopped myself quickly and looked at him again in all seriousness. "Are you kid--Wait, is this even allowed? Like, you and me?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Technically, you're not my subordinate, we're from different departments."

Right. Right, I get it, because he's not exactly my boss. Even though he's about three ranks above me in terms of hierarchy, we're on a completely different line of authority chains. I feel like he could see the gears in my head turning to understand what he was getting at, so he added, "How about dinner? Have you eaten yet?"

I stared into his eyes for a few more seconds as if I could read into his soul. But all I could see was just those playful twinklings in the way he smiled at me. You know what, screw work, let's fuck an honest good boy out of this man, shall we?

"I'm actually hungry," I said, biting my bottom lip, "But not for food."

He chuckled, seemingly amused at my change in tone and attitude. He leaned towards me, rested his hands on the backrest of my chair, and looked me in the eye. "Finally showing me your fangs, little kitten?" He smirked.

I chuckled in disbelief. He called me a little kitten? God, his cockiness was pissing me off. "I've got more than fangs, watch out."

He nodded. "I've been watching."

I blinked, amused. He's been watching, he says?

"You think I don't notice how intense your gaze gets whenever you look at me?" He asked with a low voice. "You have this fiery stares sometimes, so....... hot."

I smirked. "If only you knew what I was thinking while I was looking at you like that."

He raised an eyebrow. "Tell me," He whispered. He leaned even closer to me, our faces almost touched, I could almost faintly taste the liquor in his breath.

I laughed quietly. "I wanted to strip you naked, put a collar on you, tell you to kneel and meow for me. Who's the little kitten now, Dan?"

For a second I could see his grin widened. But what is this air of confidence he has around him? Why does he seem unafraid? And the more he's unintimidated, the more I want to crack him and make him a sloppy filthy messy puddle? I reached my hands to his hips. Our eyes were locked onto each other.

I can't even tell who started it, but we basically jumped at each other. All I knew was how I hungrily grabbed his face, kissed him, and scratched his scruff. I was climbing on his lap with such force, he was off balance for a second, and fell back to my desk, causing a few papers and books to fall down to the floor. But that was not my concern, I was already scrambling about trying to unbutton his shirt.

He started chuckling, and put one of his hands over mine. That's when I realized his hands were BIG, compared to mine. With one hand he could grab both of mine. His other hand was around my body, hugging, gripping, and in one big motion he swiftly turned our position around--Now I was on the floor, with him straddling my thighs. He's a lot more forceful than I expected. I'm like, half his size! His hand pinned my wrists above my head, his strong body pressing onto me. The weight of him, it felt like I was being held down by the ground. I felt as if I was a prey, or I was taken hostage, or I had no choice but to stay.... His playful smiles still there, taunting me, although I can also see desire and determination in his eyes.

"Kitten," He said, with his free hand he grabbed my face by the cheeks, "You're so beautiful."

GAHHHHHHH

There's something, something that I can't exactly explain, in the contrast of him treating me with so little regard, and his words. Like. Calling me beautiful but grabbing my cheeks as if I was only an object? It made me groan and tried to break free from his restrain, to no avail.

"Let me set the rules before we start," He said, completely unbothered by how much I squirmed, trying to wiggle myself free from under him. He continued, "Our safe words will be the traffic light. Green means you're still game. Yellow if you need me to slow down or adjust something. Red if you need me to completely stop. No matter what we're doing, if you say red, I will stop and let you go. That should be easy to understand, right, sweet little feline?"

My eyes widened in disbelief. Bro was so sure he was gonna be the dom here?? "I will have you know I am an experienced Domme--"

"Then you should know the importance of safewords," He interrupted me. "Agree or disagree?"

I-What?

I was speechless, did he not hear I said I was a Domme? My heart was racing, I could almost hear it in my ears. I felt his fingers brushed the hair out of my forehead. "Oh, did I scare you, sweet kitten? I'm sorry. Would you give me a color now?"

Honestly? I felt like my brain was short-circuited. His fingers were still brushing lightly on my forehead, his other hand firmly kept my own hands above my head. His body weight on me, his gaze on me... I gulped. Did he scare me? No, not scared exactly. I'm just...

"Green," I said, almost whispering. I can't believe I just said that, though. Did I hear myself right?

His grin grew and he bit his bottom lip in excitement. Fuck, let me bite that lip. I groaned and went in for it. He welcomed it, and soon we were making out hard. He placed his knee in between my legs and with his free hand shoved my skirt up so he could widen my legs apart. Not that I was protesting, but the force of his passion did make me gasp. It was hot, dare I say, to be so manhandled by him. It's like he knew what and how exactly he wanted it. He grabbed my pantyhose and shoved it down, and his hand barged into my panties.

I groaned into his kiss, or did I moan? I'm not even sure anymore. All I knew was how frustrated I was that he wasn't touching my pussy even though his hand was in there. He grabbed my inner thigh, and went to the back to grab my butt. I squirmed and wiggled to get his hand touching my part, and I started cursing. I felt my hips trying to thrust against him, and to that he laughed quietly.

"Getting impatient, are we?" He said.

I bit his neck in response and I could hear his groans. Good, at least I made him groan. Ha. To my dismay, though, he took his hand out of my panties. To my excitement, though, he then placed that hand on my neck. Fuck this roller coaster of emotion, what the hell am I supposed to do in this position? His hand on my neck made me feel weak. He's not even pressing, his hand was just there. And yet it made me feel like surrendering everything.

"Look at you humping me like a bitch in heat. Tell me what you want," He ordered.

"I want you to touch me, dammit!" I said, feeling frustrated and horny and yet being a little defiant. Again, he laughed quietly.

"You're so feral," He commented. "All you have to say is Please Sir, and I'll fuck you hard and good just like I know you wanted."

GAHHHH NO I AM NOT BEGGING, THAT'S EMBARRASSING!

I stopped squirming to calculate my options, but my aching pussy was begging for the both of us tbh. I could feel my lips quiver when I took a breath. I could feel my eyes water from frustration. He looked down at me and I swear to God there was nothing I want more at that moment than to get him to fuck me. Right there and then. I was aching. I could even feel the wetness in my panties. I want him to fuck me. There, I said it. I want him. Fine.

"P-please," I finally said, gritting my teeth.

He raised his eyebrows as if asking for me to say more. I was almost tempted to yell at him but he looked down and bit his lip as if trying not to laugh. "Please what?"

I glared at him. I am so not repeating that. He pressed his hand on my neck lightly. The weight of him. His force. His dominance, his presence. His scent... Oh, fuck, what is he doing to me.

"Please fuck me, Sir," I whispered finally.

He chuckled. "Atta girl," He said as he planted a kiss on my forehead and loosened his grip on my wrists.

He unbuckled his pants and just the sight of his bulge was enough to spark another fire within me. I pushed my body up and practically pushed him down. I was on top of him now.

He helped me take off my pantyhose and panties, and he let me grab his cock out of his boxers. I gotta admit though, his cock was so warm to my touch, so hard and ready, it actually made me really excited. I was also already very wet, so I hurriedly put his thick hard cock in me. I sat on him completely, feeling his fullness. He was moaning under me. Who's the boss now, fucker. Annoyingly enough, he's not even bothered. And soon enough I realized why--

He grabbed my by my hips and started thrusting up.

Oh fuck.

Fuck fuck.

Fuck me. Fuck.

The way his cock was bent upwards meant he was hitting my g-spot just the right way, and it was so firm, so purposeful? If that makes sense? He was pounding me like he meant it. As if me being on top didn't mean he was submitting to me, he was still using my hole as his fucktoy.

I lost it, in the best ways possible. I arched my back and threw my head backwards, with each thrusts he was sending me closer and closer to... I don't know, I can't even think anymore. I was moaning, screaming, yelping, and everything in between. It wasn't long until I felt I couldn't hold back any longer, so I completely surrendered. I exploded. Orgasm washes over me like a fucking tsunami. My legs were shaking, my body was convulsing, and everything was wet.

I repeat: Everything. Was wet.

"Fuck, you squirted all over me," He groaned.

You think I could reply? Fuck that, I was basically floating in space. When my body stopped convulsing I laid on top of him, whimpering, moaning, my head on his neck.

He kissed my forehead quickly and said, "I'm not done with you yet, Kitten." Then he resumed to fuck me some more. Each thrust to my sensitive pussy made me moan more. He gripped my hips so tightly I knew there would be bruises there tomorrow. But what do I care, I loved this. I loved how he was chasing his own pleasure using my body.

"Kitten," He groaned, "Are you ready for me?"

Fuck, here it comes. I threw my head back and pushed my body upright to be in a better position to make him cum. "Fuck yes," I groaned back. "I want your cum, give it to me."

"Yeah, you want it? You ready?"

"Fuck yeah. Give it to me. Cmon," I said, gripping the collar of his shirt as if I was demanding my reward. Which, in a way, is true. I really wanted him to cum for me. "Cum deep inside my womb, fucker."

His face winced, as if in pain. "Oh shit," he hissed. He groaned, and moaned, and thrusted hard one last time. And he came. I could feel everything, his hard pulsing cock, the way it pumped in me, the way his body jerked around from the orgasm. Fuck, isn't he hot. His thrusts became more gentle and he finally came to a stop, panting hard, his eyes closed.

"That was hot," I commented.

He opened his eyes and peeked at me. "You squirted," He accused.

"Yes, so?"

"My shirt is all wet because of you."

I looked at his shirt, it's true. My thighs are also very wet.

"Is it a problem?" I asked non-chalantly, then I lifted myself up until his cock was out of my pussy. Then I stared at it, glisteningly wet in a mixture of his cum and my squirts, somehow still rock hard.

"Lick it clean," He ordered.

I looked at him, wasn't really sure if I heard it right. He's asking me to clean his cock with my mouth?

"You think I'm done with you?" He grinned. "You can give me a color if you don't want to continue. But otherwise I'll tell you when I'm done with you." Then he grabbed my face and pulled me close to his cock.

Fuck colors. I opened my mouth wide, obliging. What has he turned me into...