Tales From Under The Desk, Part 5

Read the Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

It was security calling. His pizza was here and they were short staffed at the desk due to shift change. They were sending the delivery up unescorted. I knew this was the conversation taking place. Steven and I had planned it all out.

He hung up the phone and looked down at me massaging his feet.

"I’m apparently having pizza for dinner?"

I smiled up at him. "I thought it would be a nice surprise. It’s from Johnny’s." His favorite.

Rolling his chair back a little, he bent forward and grabbed my arms, pulling me out and up to my knees between his legs. His thighs held my body while his hands moved my face to his. His eyes burned with an azure-colored passion that I felt down to the core of my being. The kiss was long and deep. His hands held my head, pulling me into him. I sucked his tongue between my lips and gave it the same attention I planned on giving his cock later. Having had enough teasing, he withdrew his tongue and gently drew my bottom lip between his. He nibbled on it softly at first, then more firmly. My moans grew proportionately and my finger snaked its way along the bulge in his pants.

There was a quick knock on the door, followed immediately by the sound of it opening. I dropped down, hopefully out of sight, and quietly moved back under the desk. The smell of hot, gooey pizza wafted in.

"Hi," came the friendly voice of the pizza girl, Jackie, as she came in and approached the desk. "You’re the only person I’ve even seen here tonight. Where is everyone?"

"Yeah, there’s a company outing tonight and it’s my turn to watch the shop and make sure nothing explodes here."

I hid my face in my hands to keep from laughing. Something would be exploding, I hoped, but it wasn’t really work related.

I heard the pizza box being placed on the edge of the desk above me and watched as Eric pulled out his wallet.

"It’s been taken care of already," she told him. "Enjoy. And don’t work too hard."

"Thanks. I’ll try not to."

Then the door opened and the familiar whoosh followed.

He rolled his chair back again, glanced at what must have been the pizza, then looked down at me, grinning.

"How much pizza do you think I can eat?"

Confused, I crawled out and sat up on my knees. There were two boxes. This wasn’t part of the plan, so I was curious to see what was up. I started to stand up, but he stopped me.

"Your place is on your knees until I tell you otherwise."

"Yes Sir." My insides hummed.

He opened the top box and said, "Mmm… pepperoni." I craned my head around to see as he picked up the box with the pizza, moved the other box to the top of the stack and opened it.

"Nice," he said. From my vantage point I couldn’t see the contents, though I tried really hard. I was at a loss because I had no idea what to expect. He reached into the box and pulled out something that shimmered when the light hit it the right way. Nipple clamps.

My eyes widened with the realization that Steven and Jackie were having some fun with this, too.

"Take your top off."

My hands quickly began unbuttoning.