Ulysses and Sophia part six
Ulysses flushed the toilet, the sound echoing loudly in the small, tiled enclosure. He stood on shaky legs, his buttocks feeling tender and exposed to the cool air. He reached for the lavender watermelon soap on the sink, the scent cloying and sweet, scrubbing his hands until they were raw and pink. He grabbed a handful of rough paper towels and wiped himself thoroughly, ensuring he was perfectly clean, terrified of leaving any trace of mess that might displease her. He took a deep breath, staring at his reflection in the mirror—eyes wide, face flushed—and stepped back into the office.
Sophia was waiting, her posture relaxed and expectant. She didn't look up from her nails immediately, letting the silence stretch.
"All clean?" she asked, her voice smooth like velvet. "Good. It’s time for your vitamins."
She moved to the heavy oak filing cabinet and pulled open the bottom drawer she had accessed earlier. From within, she retrieved a crinkling white plastic store bag. The sound of plastic rustling was sharp in the quiet room. She crouched gracefully, her heels catching the light, and placed several small, cardboard boxes onto the plush pink wool rug. Ulysses watched, his eyes drawn to the movement of her hands. She reached back into the bag and withdrew a cluster of medical syringes, still in their sterile packaging. She placed these deliberately on the surface of her mahogany desk, arranging them with surgical precision before moving the vitamin boxes to join them.
She turned her attention back to him, her gaze sweeping over his naked form. She pointed a manicured finger at the rug.
"Stick that butt up for me again, puppy!"
Ulysses didn't hesitate. He dropped to his knees, the coarse fibers of the rug biting into his skin instantly. He lowered his chest to the ground, tucking his chin, and raised his hips high. He clasped his hands behind his back, arching his spine to present his buttocks to her. He squeezed his eyes shut, listening to the sounds behind him. There was the distinct tear of paper as she opened a syringe packet, followed by the sharp *snap* of the plastic cap being removed. Then, the faint *pop* of a rubber vial seal being pierced.
He heard the plunger being drawn back, the liquid filling the chamber. He didn't dare look back, but he knew it was the Vitamin D. The air shifted as she moved behind him. He felt the cold, sharp tip of the needle hover against the skin of his right buttock. She paused there, letting the anticipation build, dragging out the fear for seven agonizing seconds.
Then, the pinch. It was sharp and stinging as she slid the needle into the muscle. She depressed the plunger with agonizing slowness, taking ten full seconds to inject the thick fluid. Ulysses buried his face into his arms, muffling a high-pitched squeal against the wool as the medication spread a burning, cold fire through his glute.
She withdrew the needle and immediately disposed of it in a sharps container she kept hidden by the desk. The process repeated. The snap of a new syringe, the puncture of the Vitamin A vial. This time she targeted the left cheek. Ulysses gripped the rug, his knuckles white, breathing heavily through the pain. Then came the B complex, the liquid feeling thicker, more invasive. She worked methodically, moving from one spot to another, treating his flesh like a pincushion. Finally, she reached the Vitamin K. By the time she pulled the needle out for the last time, Ulysses was trembling, his buttocks throbbing with a rhythmic, dull heat from the multiple injections.
Sophia stepped back, admiring her handiwork. She seemed satisfied with his submission. The pain had broken him down perfectly, leaving him pliable and eager for anything that might distract him from the stinging in his rear.
"Good boy," she cooed. "You took your medicine so well. I think you deserve a reward."
She moved to her leather office chair and sank into it, the leather creaking softly. She hiked her skirt up slowly, revealing the creamy, bare skin of her thighs. She spread her legs, draping one over the armrest, exposing her glistening pussy to the dim light of the office.
"Come here, puppy," she commanded, crooking a finger at him.
Ulysses scrambled up from the floor, crawling on hands and knees toward her. The movement pulled at the sore muscles in his ass, but he ignored it, drawn to the scent of her arousal. He positioned himself between her legs, looking up at her with wide, watery eyes.
"Show me how grateful you are," she whispered, reaching down to tangle her fingers in his hair.
He leaned in, his tongue flicking out tentatively to taste her folds. She was wet and salty. He groaned, pressing his face deeper, desperate to please her despite his own discomfort. He wasn't sure what to do, but Sophia guided him, her grip in his hair tightening and loosening to direct his movements.
"Right there," she instructed, her voice breathy. "Wiggle that tongue. Twirl it around the clit. Don't just lap at it like a dog; nibble on the skin. Suck on it."
Ulysses obeyed, trying to mimic her instructions. He swirled his tongue against her sensitive bundle of nerves, feeling her hips buck slightly off the chair. He slipped his tongue lower, slurping up her juices, before returning to her clit. He felt a surge of pride—a strange, twisted sense of control—knowing that the sounds she was making were because of him. He redoubled his efforts, sucking and flicking, hitting the spots that made her gasp.
Sophia’s breathing grew ragged. She held his head firmly against her mound, grinding her hips against his face. "Just like that. Don't stop. Make me cum."
Her thighs clamped around his ears, shutting out the world. He felt her spasm, a flood of nectar coating his mouth and chin. He kept working his tongue, drawing out her orgasm for another whole minute until she was gasping and pushing his head away.
She slumped back in the chair, her chest heaving. After a moment, she leaned forward, grabbing his face and pulling him up. She crushed her lips against his, kissing him passionately. He tasted her musk on her tongue, sharing the flavor of her pleasure. The kiss was deep and hungry, lasting thirty seconds, their noses bumping awkwardly as they turned their heads sideways to breathe properly.
When she finally pulled back, her lips were swollen and wet. She wiped a thumb across his mouth, collecting the remnants of her arousal, and smirked. It was a devilish expression, full of promise and menace.
"My turn, cutie!" she declared.
She stood up, smoothing her skirt, and grabbed him by the arm. She hauled him to his feet and led him across the room. He stumbled slightly, his legs weak from the puppy pose and the injections. She stopped him near the corner by a sturdy metal coat rack, positioned about three feet away from the humming water cooler. The 12x12 office felt suddenly very small. She looked at the rack, then at him, her eyes gleaming with ideas that made his stomach flip. Sophie used the same silver handkerchief that she used to blindfold Ulysses earlier with to tie his wrists to one of the six gold hooks on the rack. Then his boss bent down, spread her employees legs as wide they could go, and breathed warm breath onto his genitals. Ulysses grit his teeth and forced to back a moan, not to mention trembled, while employers eyes twinkled with amusement. She stopped breathing on him after eight seconds, pulled back, and then said, “Let’s see how long you last!” Sophia then opened her mouth wide again, stuck out her tongue straight, and lean forward, aiming for Ulysses‘s urethra, while her prey, fidgeted in anticipation.
Sophia was waiting, her posture relaxed and expectant. She didn't look up from her nails immediately, letting the silence stretch.
"All clean?" she asked, her voice smooth like velvet. "Good. It’s time for your vitamins."
She moved to the heavy oak filing cabinet and pulled open the bottom drawer she had accessed earlier. From within, she retrieved a crinkling white plastic store bag. The sound of plastic rustling was sharp in the quiet room. She crouched gracefully, her heels catching the light, and placed several small, cardboard boxes onto the plush pink wool rug. Ulysses watched, his eyes drawn to the movement of her hands. She reached back into the bag and withdrew a cluster of medical syringes, still in their sterile packaging. She placed these deliberately on the surface of her mahogany desk, arranging them with surgical precision before moving the vitamin boxes to join them.
She turned her attention back to him, her gaze sweeping over his naked form. She pointed a manicured finger at the rug.
"Stick that butt up for me again, puppy!"
Ulysses didn't hesitate. He dropped to his knees, the coarse fibers of the rug biting into his skin instantly. He lowered his chest to the ground, tucking his chin, and raised his hips high. He clasped his hands behind his back, arching his spine to present his buttocks to her. He squeezed his eyes shut, listening to the sounds behind him. There was the distinct tear of paper as she opened a syringe packet, followed by the sharp *snap* of the plastic cap being removed. Then, the faint *pop* of a rubber vial seal being pierced.
He heard the plunger being drawn back, the liquid filling the chamber. He didn't dare look back, but he knew it was the Vitamin D. The air shifted as she moved behind him. He felt the cold, sharp tip of the needle hover against the skin of his right buttock. She paused there, letting the anticipation build, dragging out the fear for seven agonizing seconds.
Then, the pinch. It was sharp and stinging as she slid the needle into the muscle. She depressed the plunger with agonizing slowness, taking ten full seconds to inject the thick fluid. Ulysses buried his face into his arms, muffling a high-pitched squeal against the wool as the medication spread a burning, cold fire through his glute.
She withdrew the needle and immediately disposed of it in a sharps container she kept hidden by the desk. The process repeated. The snap of a new syringe, the puncture of the Vitamin A vial. This time she targeted the left cheek. Ulysses gripped the rug, his knuckles white, breathing heavily through the pain. Then came the B complex, the liquid feeling thicker, more invasive. She worked methodically, moving from one spot to another, treating his flesh like a pincushion. Finally, she reached the Vitamin K. By the time she pulled the needle out for the last time, Ulysses was trembling, his buttocks throbbing with a rhythmic, dull heat from the multiple injections.
Sophia stepped back, admiring her handiwork. She seemed satisfied with his submission. The pain had broken him down perfectly, leaving him pliable and eager for anything that might distract him from the stinging in his rear.
"Good boy," she cooed. "You took your medicine so well. I think you deserve a reward."
She moved to her leather office chair and sank into it, the leather creaking softly. She hiked her skirt up slowly, revealing the creamy, bare skin of her thighs. She spread her legs, draping one over the armrest, exposing her glistening pussy to the dim light of the office.
"Come here, puppy," she commanded, crooking a finger at him.
Ulysses scrambled up from the floor, crawling on hands and knees toward her. The movement pulled at the sore muscles in his ass, but he ignored it, drawn to the scent of her arousal. He positioned himself between her legs, looking up at her with wide, watery eyes.
"Show me how grateful you are," she whispered, reaching down to tangle her fingers in his hair.
He leaned in, his tongue flicking out tentatively to taste her folds. She was wet and salty. He groaned, pressing his face deeper, desperate to please her despite his own discomfort. He wasn't sure what to do, but Sophia guided him, her grip in his hair tightening and loosening to direct his movements.
"Right there," she instructed, her voice breathy. "Wiggle that tongue. Twirl it around the clit. Don't just lap at it like a dog; nibble on the skin. Suck on it."
Ulysses obeyed, trying to mimic her instructions. He swirled his tongue against her sensitive bundle of nerves, feeling her hips buck slightly off the chair. He slipped his tongue lower, slurping up her juices, before returning to her clit. He felt a surge of pride—a strange, twisted sense of control—knowing that the sounds she was making were because of him. He redoubled his efforts, sucking and flicking, hitting the spots that made her gasp.
Sophia’s breathing grew ragged. She held his head firmly against her mound, grinding her hips against his face. "Just like that. Don't stop. Make me cum."
Her thighs clamped around his ears, shutting out the world. He felt her spasm, a flood of nectar coating his mouth and chin. He kept working his tongue, drawing out her orgasm for another whole minute until she was gasping and pushing his head away.
She slumped back in the chair, her chest heaving. After a moment, she leaned forward, grabbing his face and pulling him up. She crushed her lips against his, kissing him passionately. He tasted her musk on her tongue, sharing the flavor of her pleasure. The kiss was deep and hungry, lasting thirty seconds, their noses bumping awkwardly as they turned their heads sideways to breathe properly.
When she finally pulled back, her lips were swollen and wet. She wiped a thumb across his mouth, collecting the remnants of her arousal, and smirked. It was a devilish expression, full of promise and menace.
"My turn, cutie!" she declared.
She stood up, smoothing her skirt, and grabbed him by the arm. She hauled him to his feet and led him across the room. He stumbled slightly, his legs weak from the puppy pose and the injections. She stopped him near the corner by a sturdy metal coat rack, positioned about three feet away from the humming water cooler. The 12x12 office felt suddenly very small. She looked at the rack, then at him, her eyes gleaming with ideas that made his stomach flip. Sophie used the same silver handkerchief that she used to blindfold Ulysses earlier with to tie his wrists to one of the six gold hooks on the rack. Then his boss bent down, spread her employees legs as wide they could go, and breathed warm breath onto his genitals. Ulysses grit his teeth and forced to back a moan, not to mention trembled, while employers eyes twinkled with amusement. She stopped breathing on him after eight seconds, pulled back, and then said, “Let’s see how long you last!” Sophia then opened her mouth wide again, stuck out her tongue straight, and lean forward, aiming for Ulysses‘s urethra, while her prey, fidgeted in anticipation.
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