A Servant to Her Ambitions - Part 5 (Patreon)

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"Are you excited?" Moira asked as the elevator doors closed and they smoothly began their descent to the parking garage.

"I don't know," Tanner replied. He was just a few hours away from watching Moira have sex with another man and he'd spent the better part of the past few days thinking about it. Tanner still wasn't sure if he was excited, though.

Moira stepped closer and grabbed his ass. She squeezed it possessively and to the point of causing just a hint of pain. Tanner liked that, though. He smiled and then she leaned in, kissed his neck, and whispered, "I think we both know you're going to enjoy yourself, Tanner. You're going to enjoy being dressed in panties like a little bitch and watching as a real man fucks me."

His cock stirred to life, though Tanner couldn't tell if it was from the sensual nature of the kiss, the fact that his cock was currently encased in a pair of her used panties, or the display of dominance on Moira's part.

Instead of interrogating his desire, Tanner shifted the conversation. "I heard you talking to Mark. In the break room. When it was just the two of you."

She smacked his ass hard enough for it to hurt. "Naughty boy," Moira said, though she had a slight smile on her face. "And what did you learn from your eavesdropping?"

Tanner had gone to the break room in search of a fresh cup of coffee. He'd heard Mark's voice and had stopped just outside the door, mostly because he wanted to avoid talking to the biggest asshole in the office.

"I don't get what you see in him," Mark had said. "I mean, he's pathetic. It's so obvious. It's been obvious since he started working here. I'm not sure he's ever been promoted, and I think we both know he's not going anywhere, Moira. He's a fucking dud, and for some reason you're dating him when you could be dating me."

"Oh, is that what you want, Mark? To date me? You could at least do me the courtesy of being honest and say that you want to fuck me," Moira had replied. Then, her voice turned decidedly seductive as she added, "That is what you want, isn't it? That's what you think about when you see me, isn't it? You think about lifting my skirt over my hips, bending me over your desk - or perhaps a desk in that corner office you crave - and fucking me, don't you?"

Tanner had thought about stepping into the break room to put an end to the conversation, but he was far more interested in hearing how it would play out. He knew he was little more than a pawn in the game Moira was playing with Mark and he couldn't help but want to get a little taste of how she played that game when he wasn't around.

"That office is going to be mine, Moira," Mark replied as Tanner stood outside the break room with an empty coffee mug in his hand. "And I will bend someone over that desk and fuck her. I'm willing to admit that I'd like it to be you, and I'm absolutely certain that I'd fuck you better than Tanner."

"Me too," Moira replied.

Mark was silent.

"Does it surprise you that I know you'd fuck me better than my boyfriend?" Moira asked.

"It does," Mark answered. "I'm not sure why a woman like you would settle for anything but the best."

"Are you saying you're the best?" she asked.

"Damn right I am," Mark said without a moment's hesitation. "I'm the best you'll ever have, Moira."

"I do like a confident man," she replied. "And I'm guessing there's a very good reason that you're so confident, that perhaps you've given more than a few women the kinds of orgasms we all crave."

Tanner knew that Moira wasn't actually his girlfriend, but that didn't stop him from feeling an intense sense of jealousy as he stood outside the break room and listened to the their conversation.

"That's all true," Mark said. "So how about you let me fuck you, Moira?"

"Mmm, you know what's also true, Mark? That my pussy is better than any you've ever fucked. That I will make you cum harder than you've ever cum before. That my pussy is the sort that's well worth the wait, and that's well worth putting in a little effort to enjoy," Moira replied in that same seductive tone. "You haven't made the effort yet. All you've done is brag about how good you'd fuck me, but there are lots of guys out there that can fuck me good."

"But Tanner isn't one of them, right?" Mark asked.

"No, he's not," Moira replied. "He's very useful for other things, though. He's got a world class tongue, and he likes doing as he's told, so he satisfies certain other desires that I have."

"Doing as he's told, huh?" Mark said. "Is that the kind of man you're into?"

Tanner could almost hear the smile on Moira's face as she said, "That's one kind of man that I'm into. I'm also into the kind of man that wants to bend me over a desk and fuck me so hard that I can't help but cum all over his cock. But like I said, you haven't earned that, Mark. There are a dozen men in this company that could give me that and thousands more in the city that could do the same. I wonder if you can find another way to impress me, to turn me on, to show me that you deserve the chance to bend me over and take my pussy from behind."

Mark laughed. "You are not what I expected. But challenge accepted, Moira. I will fuck that pussy of yours."

"And if you do, I will make you cum like no woman ever has," Moira replied.

Tanner heard her heels on the tile floor of the break room and he rushed back to his cubicle. He'd never gone back for another cup of coffee. Instead, he'd spent the rest of his day alternating between thoughts of the sex he was going to witness that night and the implications of what Moira had said to Mark.

"I'm not sure what I learned," Tanner said as the elevator doors opened to the parking garage. "But...I just...I have to say, I don't love Mark knowing that you think that I can't fuck you worth a damn, and I really don't love him knowing that I like doing as I'm told."

Moira took his hand and Tanner's pulse quickened, just as it did every time she touched him. "I don't really care what you think, Tanner. Remember, your job is to do as you're told. As I'm sure you heard Mark say in our little break room conversation, you're not going anywhere at this company. You're not getting promoted above your current station. At least, you're not getting promoted if you're on your own. If you do as I desire, if you do as you're told, I'll bring you with me. I'll promote you. I'll make sure you're taken care of. You just have to be a good boy for me."

Tanner wanted to - he really did find pleasure in doing as Moira instructed - but he hated the idea of Mark knowing that their relationship wasn't what it seemed. "I know...I just, I just wish you hadn't told Mark those things."

Moira released his hand and walked to the passenger side of his car. Tanner pulled the keys from his pocket and unlocked it, but she didn't get in. He stood there for a few seconds before figuring she wanted him to open the door for her. Tanner approached, but Moira stood in front of the door and refused to move.

"On your knees," she said.

Tanner looked around the parking garage. "Here?"

An angry look crossed her face. "Tanner, it's your job to do as you're told. It's not your job to question my instructions. It's not your job to think in any particular way. So if I tell you to get on your knees, then you are to get on your fucking knees, no matter where I tell you to do so."

Tanner fell to his knees, looked up at Moira, and said, "I'm sorry."

"You should be," she replied as that angry look crossed her face once more. "I don't think you realize how lucky you are, Tanner. There are men that would kill to be in your position, that would do anything to offer their obedience to a woman like me. I think you don't quite understand that you're one of those men, Tanner. That you're destined to be an obedient little bitch for a woman like me. If I didn't need you to ensure my victory over Mark, I would have tossed you aside already, and if you can't cease questioning me, I'll punish you in a manner you'll find thoroughly unpleasant."

It was the look on her face - coupled with her words - that filled Tanner with genuine fear, in part because he didn't want their relationship - strange as it was - to end, and in part because it seemed as though she'd absolutely dole out a deeply unpleasant punishment.

"I'm sorry, Moira," he said. "I'll be better. I will."

Tanner heard footsteps in the parking garage. They were close. It could have been anyone - lots of other companies had office space in the building - but that didn't stop him from worrying that someone would see him on his knees. He resisted the urge to stand up, though. He remained on his knees and despite his desire to check and see if it was anyone he knew, Tanner kept his gaze focused on Moira.

"Tonight, I may ask you to do something - or many things - you're deeply uncomfortable with. Are you going to be good for me, Tanner, or are you going to hesitate and make me punish you in front of the man that's going to fuck me?" she asked.

"I'll be good for you," he answered. "I will."

The footsteps were getting closer.

"Open your mouth," Moira instructed.

Tanner opened his mouth and she placed two fingers on his tongue.

"Suck," she said.

Tanner closed his lips around her fingers and sucked as she moved them in and out of his mouth. The footsteps were close enough that it would only be a few moments before someone - whoever it was walking to their car - would see Tanner on his knees with his fake girlfriend's fingers in his mouth.

"Well would you look at that," Mark's distinct voice said.

Moira looked towards their coworker and smiled as Tanner remained on his knees while sucking on her fingers. He wanted to pull back, to get up, to get in his car, to back over Mark and drive out of the parking garage. He wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole. He wanted to escape that moment in any way possible, but he remained on his knees and he kept on sucking as Moira began to fuck his mouth deeper with her fingers.

"Hello there, Mark," she said.

"Is this another thing he's good at?" Mark asked.

Moira smiled. "I told you he's very good with his mouth, though if I'm being honest, I haven't yet fully explored just how good he might be with his mouth."

Tanner squirmed from the intense discomfort he felt, but he remained obedient. He sucked on her fingers. He looked up at her, mostly because he couldn't bear to even try and glance Mark's way.

"I have to admit, though," Moira continued, "I'm eager to see if Tanner's mouth and lips can be as versatile as I'd like them to be."

"Is that right?" Mark asked. "Do you have a plan for finding out if his mouth can be versatile?"

Moira smiled and looked down at Tanner. The lust in her eyes seemed genuine and it wasn't lost on him that she seemed to be implying that she wanted his mouth to be used for more than eating pussy and sucking on her fingers. He couldn't imagine she actually wanted that, though. She must have been playing some sort of game with Mark, though Tanner couldn't fathom the purpose of that game.

"I haven't come up with a plan just yet, but I'm sure something will come to me," she answered. "Until then, I'll continue to have fun with my boyfriend."

Tanner's heart soared. He knew it was bullshit, and yet he still felt joy at being referred to as her boyfriend. That joy deepened when Moira pulled her fingers from his mouth, offered a hand to help Tanner to his feet, and kissed him like he was her boyfriend, including a heavy dose of tongue that quickly brought his cock to an achingly stiff state in the used panties he'd worn to work that day.

"Take me home," she said after the kiss.

"Happily," Tanner replied.

He turned, briefly saw a mixture of jealousy and amusement on Mark's face, and rushed to the driver's side of the car. Mark was gone by the time Tanner got in, started the car, and put his seat belt on.

To his delight, Moira leaned over, caressed his crotch with her delicate, talented fingers, and kissed his neck. "You did very well," she said softly. "My pussy is wet, Tanner. It's wet because you were a good boy for me. It's wet because you sucked my fingers like a good little slut, and because you kept doing so even though Mark was standing there watching."

She bit his earlobe and pulled gently as Tanner moaned, though that moan was in part because she'd called him a 'slut,' which proved far more arousing than he expected, and a great deal more arousing than he was comfortable with.

"Are you going to be good for me tonight?" she asked.

"Yes, I will. I promise," he replied.

"Good. Now take me home," she instructed.

With arousal coursing through his body - and a beautiful ache between his legs - Tanner backed out of the space and drove Moira home with the intention of doing exactly as she instructed that night, no matter what that entailed.