It took Kristina longer to get to Greg's office than she anticipated – traffic was awful. He'd called and asked her to bring him a file he'd forgotten that morning. He rarely asked favors of her so she figured the file must be pretty important.
           
Tori, his assistant, sat in a worn leather chair in his office when Kristina arrived. Greg turned and greeted Kristina warmly as she handed him the file.
           
"Thanks, Kristina. You're a life saver," he said, kissing her on the forehead. "Have you met Tori?" He nodded toward the rather severe looking young woman in the chair.
           
"No, I haven't. How are you?" Kristina extended her hand politely. Tori took it, yanked Kristina toward her, and spun her around so Kristina's back faced her. As Greg watched, grinning, Kristina felt cold steel encircle each of her wrists, followed by a series of clicking noises.
           
"What the — ?" Kristina sputtered. She struggled to free her hands, but the cuffs held her hands firmly behind her back.
           
"I'd read you your rights, but I'd prefer to get you naked," Greg said quietly. There was an ominous tone in his voice, despite his attempt to be funny.
           
He squeezed her breasts through her clothing while Tori grasped her shoulders in an obvious display of control. Tori tongued Kristina's ear, which made Kristina wince.
           
"That'll be all, Tori. Your work is done here," Greg announced as he unbuttoned Kristina's blouse.
           
Tori said nothing but the tension between her and her boss was palpable. Kristina was not unhappy to see the humorless woman leave. The door closed behind Tori and Kristina felt instantly relieved.
           
"Now, then, my little suspect," Greg continued, just before his mouth met Kristina's. As his tongue wrestled playfully with hers, his hand slipped between her legs and stroked her pubis through her jeans. Because she couldn't move, couldn't touch him, a tiny strain of fear mixed with a generous dose of arousal. Her pussy soaked through her panties and her jeans. It seemed to pulse as Greg caressed it. She would have ripped off her clothes if her hands were free. Instead, she had to wait to see what Greg would do to her.
           
He leaned her against his desk and slid her tall, slim frame onto its surface. With minimal difficulty, he tugged her jeans and moist panties off her body. She tried not to scratch the desktop with her handcuffs but when his talented tongue found her needy clitoris, her mind stopped thinking about anything other than what was between her legs.
           
Just before she thought she'd explode, he pulled away and stood before her with his hands at his crotch. He made her watch as he unzipped and extracted his beautiful hard-on. Holding its base, he pointed it at her, as if to warn her of its intent.
           
He entered her swiftly, and she gasped with the sheer force and size of his member. Her pussy clutched him desperately, loving each thrust. Even with the impediment of handcuffs, she pushed her hips up and toward him to drive him deeper inside until both of them called out their orgasms with shouts and unintelligible sounds.

"Please tell me Tori isn't the one with the key to these things," Kristina whispered, as they lay breathless and spent on top of his desk.

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