MY PERVERT BOSS

Mr. Kapoor's only response was to slap her ass again, his hand landing with a sharp crack that sent a jolt of pain through her body, making her gasp. "Shut up, bitch," he growled, his voice thick with arousal. "It'll be inside you until tonight. Don't you dare remove it."

The thought of walking around the office with the highlighter embedded in her ass sent a fresh wave of embarrassment through Shreya, but she couldn't ignore the illicit thrill it brought. She felt a strange mix of fear and excitement at the prospect of keeping their little secret all day. "Yes, sir," she murmured, her voice a barely audible whisper.

Mr. Kapoor leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr. "Now, let's make sure it stays put." He reached into a drawer, pulling out a roll of duct tape. Shreya's eyes widened in shock as he tore off a piece, the sound of the sticky tape ripping through the silence like a gunshot.

"Wha-what are you doing?" she stuttered, her body tensing.

"Ensuring your punishment is thorough," he replied, a twisted smile playing on his lips. He pushed the highlighter deeper into her ass, the plastic now disappearing entirely. "Don't worry, it won't come out until I say so." He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his breath hot and heavy. "And I'll make sure you know exactly when that is."

Mr. Kapoor secured the highlighter in place , pressing it firmly against her skin and wrapping it around her waist. Shreya's breath hitched as she felt the plastic embedded deep within her, the coldness of the tape a stark contrast to the warmth of her body. The sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating, and she couldn't help but moan as the tape pulled at her ass cheeks, holding the object in place.

"Now, don't go getting any ideas," he warned, his eyes glinting with a dangerous excitement. "This is your punishment, and you will wear it as a reminder of your place in this office." His hand slid up her back, his fingers tracing the tape that now held the highlighter firmly in her ass. "You're going to walk around all day, feeling my mark on you," he murmured, his voice a dark whisper. "And every time you sit down, you'll remember who owns you."

Shreya's cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and arousal. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet she couldn't deny the way her body responded to his words. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his in the mirror. "Yes, sir," she whispered, the words slipping out of her mouth like a secret confession.

Mr. Kapoor leaned in, his breath hot against her neck. "Good," he murmured, his voice a seductive caress. "Now, go get back to your work, and make sure that presentation is ready by 8 PM. I want perfection, Shreya." He gave her ass a firm slap, the sound echoing through the room. "And remember, you're my slut and I'm your master ."

Shreya flinched at the sting of his hand, but she felt a jolt of excitement shoot through her. She knew that she should be disgusted, that this was wrong on so many levels, but she couldn't help the way her body responded to his dominance. She stood up slowly, her legs wobbly from the intensity of the past few minutes. She could feel the highlighter still inside her, a constant reminder of her submission.

Mr. Kapoor stepped back, his eyes raking over her body. "You're going to be my little secret," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Everyone in the office will think you're just another hardworking employee, but we'll know the truth." He slapped her ass again, the sound echoing through the room. "You're going to sit in that chair, with that highlighter up your ass, and think about how much you deserve to be punished."

Shreya's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She had never felt so... used, but the way his words made her body respond was undeniable. She nodded, her voice a shaky whisper. "Yes, Master ."

Mr. Kapoor's eyes lit up at her use of the title, a smirk playing on his lips. "That's a good girl," he said, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction. He stepped back, giving her a gentle push towards the door. "Now, get out of here before I decide to give you a little more of your punishment."

Shreya stumbled out of the office, her legs shaking, her mind reeling from the intensity of the encounter. She couldn't believe what had just happened—how she had begged for his touch, how she had taken his abuse without protest. The highlighter remained lodged in her ass, a stark reminder of her new role in the office hierarchy. As she made her way back to her cabin , she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement at the thought of the rest of the day ahead of her.

Her colleagues looked up as she move , their eyes lingering on her flushed cheeks and the dazed look in her eyes. They whispered among themselves, wondering what had happened to the usually unflappable Shreya. She forced a smile, trying to appear as normal as possible as , she entered in her cabin , she sat down, the highlighter digging into her ass more and more with every movement.

Shreya's thoughts were racing. She couldn't believe she had allowed him to do this to her, but she also couldn't ignore the thrill that was coursing through her veins. The office had transformed into a playground of forbidden desires, and she was the star pupil of Mr. Kapoor's twisted game. her pussy is aching , want a touch to be filled fully .

With trembling hands, she reached into her desk drawer, her eyes searching for a marker that would match the size of the highlighter currently lodged in her ass. She found a black marker, four inches in length, and felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over her. The thought of using it on herself, as he had used the highlighter, made her pussy throb with need. She knew she had to be careful, not to let anyone catch her indulging in this newfound kink during work hours.

Leaning back in her chair, she unbuttoned her skirt, sliding it down her thighs just enough to give herself access. The fabric of her panty was damp from her arousal, and she bit her lip as she pulled it aside. The coolness of the marker against her skin was a stark contrast to the heat that Mr. Kapoor had left in his wake. She slid the marker into her wet pussy, her eyes closing as she imagined his hand guiding it in and out of her.

Her breathing grew heavier as she began to fuck herself with the marker, the smooth plastic gliding easily through her slick folds. She whispered his name, her voice a mix of desperation and need, her thoughts consumed by the memory of his commanding presence. "Oh, Mr. Kapoor," she moaned softly, her voice a seductive purr. "You're so big, so thick..."

Just then, there was a knock at the door, startling her out of her reverie. She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She had been so lost in her own thoughts that she had forgotten where she was. Quickly, she pulled her skirt down, her cheeks flushing with a mix of fear and embarrassment. "Come in," she called out, her voice shaky.

The door opened, and in strode Akshat, her co-worker and occasional confidant. He was a tall, handsome man with a mischievous glint in his eye that always made her feel a little flustered. "Hey, Shreya," he said, his eyes sweeping over her. "You okay? You look a bit... flustered."

Shreya's face burned as she realized the marker was still lodged inside her, the cap peeking out just enough to be noticeable if someone looked closely. She hoped that the shadows and her hastily rearranged clothing would be enough to hide her secret. "I'm fine," she managed to say, her voice a little too high. "Just... had a bit of a surprise, that's all."

Akshat's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he stepped into the cabin , shutting the door behind him. "Surprise?" he asked, his tone curious.

Shreya nodded, trying to keep her breathing even. "Yes, just... work stuff," she replied, her voice a barely concealed whimper. She was acutely aware of the marker still buried in her pussy, the plastic shaft pulsing with every beat of her racing heart.

Akshat leaned against the desk, his arms folded across his chest. "You know you can tell me anything," he said, his eyes searching hers for any sign of distress. "You're my favorite co-worker, after all."

Shreya felt a rush of warmth at his concern, but she knew she couldn't tell him the truth. Not about the highlighter in her ass, or the marker in her pussy. She forced a smile, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible. "It's just... Mr. Kapoor," she began, her voice trailing off. "He's really pushing us hard today."

Akshat's gaze lingered on her for a moment, his expression unreadable. "I can see that," he said, his eyes dropping to her desk. "But it's okay, I won't pry." He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from her face. "If you need anything, I'm here."

Shreya felt a jolt of excitement at his touch, her thoughts racing. Could he know? Could he see the evidence of her punishment? She swallowed hard, trying to push the thoughts away. "Thank you, Akshat," she murmured, her voice a breathless whisper. "I'll be okay."

Akshat's eyes searched hers, as if looking for something deeper. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Shreya nodded, her cheeks still flushed from the encounter. "I'm fine, really. I just need to focus on this report." She hoped he wouldn't notice the tremor in her voice.

Akshat studied her for a moment longer, his eyes searching hers, before finally nodding. "Alright," he said, his voice filled with reluctance. "But if you need to talk or anything, just let me know."

Shreya forced a smile, her heart racing as she watched him leave the office. As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, she let out a shaky breath, her hand moving to her pussy, the marker still buried inside her. She couldn't help but think about the way Mr. Kapoor had talked to her, the filthy words that had made her wet and needy. She hadn't realized how much she had been craving this kind of dominance, how much she had been starving for someone to take control.

With trembling hands, she plugged in her earpods, the sound of a porn movie filling her ears as she opened her laptop. The moans and gasps of the actors only served to heighten her own arousal, her thoughts swirling with the depraved desires that had been unlocked. She leaned back in her chair, the marker still lodged in her pussy, and began to stroke it in time with the rhythm of the sex on the screen.

Shreya's eyes never left the porn as she whispered dirty talk to herself, her voice a mix of Mr. Kapoor's gruff commands and the moans of the woman on the screen. "Oh, yes, Mr. Kapoor, I've been such a bad girl," she murmured, her voice filled with fake innocence. "I need your cock, I need your hands on me, I need to be punished."

The words slipped out of her mouth as if they were the most natural things she had ever said, and she felt a thrill of excitement at the sound of them. She had never talked to herself like this before, but something about the situation had brought out a side of her that she didn't know existed.

"I've been so naughty, Mr. Kapoor," she whispered, her voice dripping with lust. "I deserve to be fucked hard, to be used like the slut I am." She picked up the pace, the marker sliding in and out of her pussy with an increasing tempo. "You're going to fill me up," she moaned, her eyes glazing over with desire. "You're going to use me until I scream your name."

Her free hand found its way to her clit, her fingers circling the sensitive nub as the marker hit just the right spot. Her hips bucked against the chair, the plastic shaft hitting deeper with every stroke. She could feel an orgasm building, a pressure that threatened to consume her. "Oh god, yes," she whimpered, her voice growing louder. "I'm going to come for you, Master."

And just as she was about to cum............