Free Switch - a full length bdsm erotic novel by Clarice Clique

a jerk about it; he’d blush and within a minute would be acceptably dressed again. However it looked, this situation was safe and I was in control. The only danger, the only edge, was that we were at work and in theory any number of people could walk in if struck by the sudden urge to spend their weekend in overtime.
    I could stop this right now and that would be that.
    I closed my eyes and saw my lover smiling at me.
    I guided Joe’s cock inside me.
    He was slow with me, allowing me to adjust to his massive girth. My body responded to his rhythm and I ground against him. I wanted to swallow him, to engulf this huge Adonis of a man, to take his whole length in one swift movement. I yearned for the pain, the feeling of being forced open, to be made vulnerable and complete in the same moment.
    The chair creaked and moved under us. It gave a sense of being on some rusty old fairground ride, like the ones in the seaside resorts my father used to take me as a kid; 90 per cent of the excitement coming from the very real fear that the whole contraption would break and send you hurtling to a quick and bloody death.
    Joe put his hands under my bottom and lifted me neatly onto my desk. I deliberately swung my arms out and sent files and stationary cluttering to the floor. I would have knocked the computer screen off, but Joe saved it with a nervous smile.
    I twisted away from him and danced across the office. ‘Let’s fuck everywhere.’
    Joe dutifully followed me as I positioned myself on desk after desk, chair after chair, making as much chaos as he allowed me. I sat with my thighs wide, I bent over with my bottom raised, I rested on my side with one leg in the air. I lay on the floor with the dull blue carpet scratching my skin. We went up and down in the lifts. He penetrated me as if his cock would break me in two without proper care. When he got deep and stretched me I made the mistake of yelling out and he immediately pulled back. As I led him from one place to the next, I gazed at his amazing muscles, at the size of his erection glistening with my juices; all the potential that I couldn’t quite grasp or unlock.
    I dragged him to the cold, hard porcelain of the toilets.
    He paused. ‘I’m not into the whole watersports thing. I mean, I’m sorry, but I don’t want to wee on your breasts or anything.’
    ‘In your dreams.’ I gave him a cryptic smile and filled one of the sinks with hot water.
    I hitched myself up so my buttocks were caressed with the heat and pulled him between my legs.
    He stared at himself in the mirror as he fucked me.
    I giggled. ‘You vain bastard.’
    He smiled. ‘I’m looking at myself, not believing that you and I are doing what we’re doing. It’s good all this stopping and starting you’re doing, otherwise I’d have come in about a minute.’
    ‘Let’s have one last change of scene, then.’ I wiggled away, splashing him with water as I moved. ‘I’ve always fantasised about having sex in the conference room.’
    A lie. Half a lie. Not one that mattered. In the most boring parts of long meetings, I’d fantasised about being tied across the middle of the table with my lover teasing my cunt with toys of ever-increasing size, and all the graphs and talks would be an examination of how wide I could be spread, how much pain I could take.
    Joe jogged after me. ‘Whenever you speak I can’t concentrate on anything else but your breasts. Have you seen me looking at you?’
    I avoided his question by climbing onto a chair and then the polished table, turning clumsy, dizzy pirouettes until he leapt up beside me and caught me in his arms. His hair grazed against the ceiling.
    ‘Before I discovered sex, my wildest fantasy was to be a Prima Ballerina Assoluta.’
    He looked blankly at me.
    ‘You know, like Margot Fonteyn.’
    He gave me a confused smile.
    Mentally I slapped myself. It was me who’d said no to the whole “getting to know you” thing, yet here I was at the end of a