10 Minute Break

Anyone hungry for a little Lunch? If you are, Chapter 2 is here!

A/N: I’m so glad so many of you liked this! This is the first story I’ve ever gotten over 2,580 hits on, and what’s even more amazing is it was for a short, single chapter that I thought was a one shot! Which is why as a thank you to all of you I decided to write another (much longer) chapter. Thank you all so much! The reason this took 6 months to update was because I had to finish school, NOT because I had no inspiration. Degree before smut! I started this only hoping to see if I could write like a man, for a more male centered audience, and to see if anyone liked it before I ever tried publishing it. This turned out so much better than I ever expected, I’m actually starting to like writing these two.

Dedicated to Diva, the first person to read and review ALL of my stories. Thank you for making me feel so appreciated!




“Hungry, Slut?”
I see him shiver even from across the room as I lock the door behind me.
“Get up.”

He hesitates, part of him wanting to finish whatever useless document he’s reading.
“Now!”
He practically throws the paper down as he stands up.
“Trying to keep playing big important boss for as long as you can?”
“No Sir, I’m sorry.”


I crook my finger and he rushes around the desk, quickly falling to his knees, leaning to kiss my boots before I grab his hair and make him face me.

"What does your big important title mean?”
“Nothing Sir, nothing at all.”
“That’s right, you're MY bitch and you had better heel when I tell you to.”
"Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir."


I fling him to the floor before walking away.
“You had better not be wearing that suit when I turn back around.” I snarl before casually strolling around the expansive office. I look at a shelf displaying various trophies and awards, smirking at my favorite, a long thin one shaped like a candle and the engraving of “A leader and light to many” on it. I remove it from it’s place and grab the bottle from my pocket before removing my shirt, opening my jeans and turning around. He’s kneeling nude, his hands just clasping themselves behind his back.


“Little bitch is quick. You must want it bad...”
I set the trophy and lube in front of him and he stares at it in both longing and shock.
“I’m not going easy on your ass, and if you want permission to get off you’d better make it a good show.”


He turns and coats his fingers with the lube, presenting his ass to me before beginning to prepare himself with three fingers, knowing he’s never allowed to use less. Within moments my whore is moaning, and the trophy quickly takes the place of the fingers, slicked with lube and pressing into his core. I remove the belt he left with his clothes as well as my own, and fold them in half, I give him no warning before I pull back and let the leather snap the left side of his ass sharply, making him lurch forward to catch himself, but he quickly recovers his position.


“One...” he gasps, pushing the cold metal further up his hole.
I belt the other side just as hard. “Two...”


“How many strokes do you deserve?”
“As many as you decide to give me Sir.”
SNAP! “Three...”
“Do you want to be fucked?”
“Yes! Please Sir.”
“Convince me, and you’d better not stutter.” I bring the belt down again and he moans.


“Four... I want your cock Sir...”
“Keep pumping your ass slut, slick yourself up or I’m riding you dry.”
SNAP! “Five... I want it inside me...”
SNAP! “Oh god...Six.”
"Harder Slut or that will be the only cock you get today."
SNAP! “Seven... So deep, I want you in me so deep...”
SNAP! "Eight... Please ride me Sir."
SNAP! "Nine... claim my ass..."
"Show me how deep you want it you little cocksucking whore."
He moans and presses the metal candle even deeper.
SNAP! "Ten... I'll be a good slut, your good whore."
SNAP! "Eleven...I'll be anything you want!"
SNAP! "Twelve! Please Sir, Please!"


I continue to belt his ass to a bright red glow, he doesn’t pull away and the trophy starts thrusting in and out in time with my strokes while he continues to beg me to fuck him. The lashes aren’t light but they’re not as hard as they could be either, at home I have whips and switches that can and have made him bleed.


SNAP! “Twenty-eight, Oh please fuck me Sir, Please...”
SNAP! “Twenty Nine... Ohhhh...”
The tears are flowing freely, his prick is hard, bobbing with each thrust and dripping precome in a steady stream onto the hardwood floor. I loop one of the belts around his neck and pull tight right as the other lands on his overheated ass, choking the words in his throat.
SNAP! “Thi-rk!”


He struggles, desperate for breath as I belt his ass five times, harder than any of the other strokes, leaving fresh welts a deeper crimson than the rest before releasing my hold. He gasps for air as I grab the back of his neck and force his face to the floor, pressing the trophy in to the hilt as he screams and sobs.
"Ahhhh!"
“What’s your count slave?”
“Thirty-five Sir!”
“Lick up your mess...”


He scoots back just far enough to lap up the pre-cum he’s dripped on the floor, driving the trophy even harder into his ass as he licks it up. I jerk the makeshift choke chain, bringing him back up to his knees.
“Stand up and walk to the desk you little slut, and you’d better keep your toy right where I put it.”


He clasps his forearms behind his back and slowly stands, trying to keep himself clenched so the smooth metal won’t move. As he walks towards the desk I belt him with each step until he’s standing at the edge.
SNAP! “Forty-two...” He sobs, supporting his hands on the desk and waiting for his next instruction.


I take hold of the trophy and give it a small tug, and smile as it doesn’t move.
“Very good, now spread your legs.” Those legs spread nice and wide for me and he still clutches the trophy tightly even though he’s started shaking with the effort. “Let it go.” The tension on the makeshift toy immediately stops and I begin sliding it in and out easily. I drag the length of the folded leather across his crimson ass then up and down between his legs, caressing his prick and sac with the belt. “You have three strokes left and they’re going to be to your balls, don’t you dare make a sound.” He shakily nods, even as I see the tremor of fear run through him, and he backs up a step, leaning forward to give me better access. "Good boy." I force the trophy deep one final time before pulling it completely out of his hole.


The belt snaps up between his legs and he jumps but remains silent. The tears that fall onto the wood of the desk as his breathing becomes ragged are very arousing; I want to see more of them. A second stroke and he takes a very harsh breath, his entire body is shaking, trying to remain still and accept the pain of the strokes that I demand he takes from me, even though his body and mind are screaming that he protect himself. He's expecting the pain now, he's very tense, and just to take him off guard I reach down with my free hand and fondle his sac gently, caressing it. He visibly relaxes, and even thrusts a bit into my hand, which is exactly when I take away my hand and belt him his final stroke. He almost screams, but bites his lips together so hard it's a wonder he's not bleeding.


Before he has a chance to think or recover I force his face to the wood and pull the belt taut as I bury myself deep in one solid thrust. His nails score the wood, his mouth open in a silent scream as I choke off his breath. "Take it nice and deep slut, open that hole for your Master. Or should I make sure I tear you? You want it to be your blood slicking my dick instead of the lube?" I feel his hips tighten, I know what that means. "The thought excites you doesn't it? That I'll lose control and then you'll have to sit in your fancy board meetings trying to convince yourself that they can't tell, that every move isn't broadcasting to the world what a slutty cocksucking pig you are and how deep I fucked you. You want them to know, you're DYING for someone to figure out the truth and confront you on it, I think you're about to come just from the thought."


I loosen the belt and he gasps harshly for air as I pull back and thrust forward again, and then I feel it, my favorite part, the last of his will breaking and surrendering to me completely. He presses his hips back, accepting and welcoming the pain, my mastery of him, and anything I may choose to do to him. He's barely even able to remain standing he's submitted so completely, wanting nothing more than to fall to his knees before me. I smirk and whisper in his ear. "Call him." He visibly shudders from head to toe at the tone of my voice. He knows I mean the man I've been considering letting join us for a threesome, he'd be ecstatic if I let him fuck my little cocksucker, the man's been lusting after him for months. "Please..." he begs, probably not even knowing what he's begging for. My hips snap forward and he gasps, his hands trying to find purchase on the polished wood. "Call him."


Trembling and trying to keep his sanity, he fumbles for the phone and I have to remind him of the number so that he can dial and put it on speakerphone. After three rings a deep voice picks up, making the slut tremble in excitement.
"Hello?"
"Tell him what I'm doing to you."
He blushes deep red even as his cock swells. "H-he's fucking me... Ahhh!"


There's a low groan before a slight pause and the unmistakable sound of a zipper.
"Where?" He questions breathily, I can tell he's already hard.
"My office. I'm, oh god, I'm bent over my desk..."


"Mmmm nice. Did he have you suck him off Little Slut?"
"This morning..."
"Did you like it?"


I press in deep, putting solid pressure against the place that makes him see white.
"AHHH!"
I grab his hair tightly. "Answer him Slut, did you like having my cock shoved down your throat as deep as it's up your ass?"
"Yes sir! Oh gods yes!"


"You should have seen him, humping my boots like a bitch in heat."
A thick chuckle before a husky moan. "Did he spank you yet Little Slut? Did he make that ass of yours all red before fucking it?"
"Yes...He belted me..."
"Mmm, and how many strokes did that pretty ass get?"
"45... Ohhh..."


"God I'd bet that ass would feel great against my tongue, all red and warm...fuck yeah, Little Slut would taste REAL good..."
I smirked, digging my fingers into the welts and making him whimper. "You should feel it, his ass is on fire, it feels so good sliding against my cock..."
"God man, you're gonna make me cum."
"I thought that was the point."
"Tell me Little Slut, how far is he in you? Is he in deep or is he teasing you?"
I snap forward fast, making sure to hit his prostate again.
"Deep!" He screams, and more of those perfect tears join the others on the hardwood.


"Little bitch is hungry for dick. I'll have that bright ass against my stomach in a second, I'll make him feel that burn even more..." He groans and raises his hips even higher in offering. "Mmmm, you like that thought do you?" I pull all the way out before slamming back in to the hilt, tearing a hoarse sobbing scream from his throat as his ass accepts me and presses that burning skin against my hips.


"Oh god that sounds gorgeous... how's he feel?"
"Perfect. His hole is pulling me in nice and tight, practically sucking on me like a second mouth..."
"God I wanna slide my dick down his hungry cocksucking throat. Would you like that Little Slut? Want me to fuck your mouth while your master fucks your ass?"
All he can do is groan at the thought. "Please, oh please..."
"Told you he was a horny slut."
"Spank him for me. I want to hear your hand hitting his ass."
"Heh, I'd like to see him sit for the rest of the day after we're done with him."
"He won't if I have my way."


I pull out and sit on the edge of the desk and he willingly lays across my lap without protest. I smirk, he'll get a reward for that. I fist my hand into his hair.
"Is that what I told you to do? Sit on it you little bitch, ride my cock while I beat your ass... we'll give our friend a show."
He obeys immediately and straddles my hips before impaling himself in one thrust. Such a pretty little cocksucker...


"How many strokes should I give him?"
"15. Have him call them out, Little Slut has such a pretty voice when you get him going."
My hand lands hard on his overheated ass even as he slides down onto my cock. He whimpers in pleasure and those pretty tears trail down his face even as he tallies the blows.
"One..."
SMACK! "Two..."
He's sobbing and tense, every muscle taut and trembling as the pleasure and pain overwhelm him.
SMACK! "Three..."
I catch hold of his nipple with my teeth teasing it with my tongue as I land the next blow.
SMACK! "Ohhh... Four..."
SMACK! "Five!"
He starts riding me harder, and I can tell by his hoarse cry with the sixth stroke that my cock has found his prostate.
"Count it!"
"Six Sir!"
SMACK! "Seven! Ooooh..."
SMACK! "Eight! Yes! Oh gods!"
SMACK! "Nine! Please master!"
SMACK! "Ten! I'll be so good for you master..."
SMACK! "Eleven! More! Please more!"
SMACK! "Twelve! Ahh! Yes! Yes!"
SMACK! "Thirteen! Oh gods..."
SMACK! "Fourteen! Please keep fucking me!"
SMACK! "Fifteen! Please Master! Please!"


I've teased him long enough. I roughly toss him onto the desk and pull his legs over my shoulders as I slam into him to the hilt, over and over again. I fuck him senseless on that desk until all he can do is moan and whimper and quietly beg me for things that never make it past his lips.


Our friend is the first to cum, my whores' moans successfully making the man lose control.
"Oh shit, YES! Damnit Little Slut, you have no idea how much I want to get those pretty lips around my cock... you'd look SO good..."
I smirk at his desperate tone as my slut pants and begs below me, he's right, it would be a gorgeous sight, and I've finally made up my mind. "You will, soon."


I lean down to the little cocksuckers' ear even as I continue to pound him.
"The next time you make him cum like that he's going to do it in your mouth. He's going to choke you with his dick while I pound your ass."
"OHHH... Yes Sir... "
I keep him on the edge until he can't take it anymore. I'm close, VERY close, but I can hold out just a bit longer. The same cannot be said of him.
"Please, please let me cum, Sir... Please..."
That's EXACTLY what I wanted to hear.


"Should I let him?"
"I think he's been good enough, but it's up to you."
"Please Sir, Please, I'll be good, please let me cum..."


I pull out and slam in over and over, tearing hoarse screams from his throat and fresh tears to fall to the desk. He pulls his legs apart, holding them wide open, completely willing, completely exposed. The sight of him like that, so desperate to cum, to do whatever it takes to please me, is enough to send me over the edge.


I pound him harder and faster. Gods I love the sound of him sobbing in need. I grab his cock and he arches into the thrust. He almost shoots just from the contact but I choke off the flow as I fist my hand. "Not until I do you little bitch." I growl fiercely. He nods desperately.
"Thank you Sir..."
"Needy Slut. You're a slave to my cock and whoever else's I decide to stick in you, aren't you?"
"Yes Sir, gladly Sir..."
"Don't ever forget it."


I keep my hand fisted tightly around his cock even as I pump it, driving him mad. I ride his ass hard and deep, my balls are tight, and so ready... Just a few more strokes... I slam in so hard I nearly bend him in half as I finally shoot deep inside that hot red ass and hold him there. I loosen my hold on his cock and with one stroke he cums all over himself with a relieved sob. Moments later he falls boneless against the dark hardwood, breathing harshly and unable to move. It takes a minute for me to catch my breath, and I realize by the sounds coming from the speakerphone that our friend has come again as well.


"Cocktails at our place, six-thirty tonight, are you free?"
"Even if I wasn't I'd cancel my plans."
"We'll look forward to seeing you there then."


I hang up the phone and pull out of that tight heat before taking him off guard and biting him hard near his collarbone, leaving my mark. He hisses in pain and arches closer. I worry the flesh that I have trapped between my teeth, savoring the taste. I surprise him as I let go and kiss him firmly.
"Get cleaned up Slut, I expect you to be ready for another round later tonight."
"Yes Sir."


I clean up quickly and retrieve my shirt as he quickly makes his way into the adjoining bathroom to clean up as best he can. I watch amused as that reddened ass moves, holding off on spanking it again until later tonight.
He blushes brightly as he meets my eye and comes back out to retrieve his clothes. He's always so reticent after our little encounters in his office. I smirk as he finishes dressing and moves to sits behind his desk again, trying in vain to compose himself as he sits on his burning ass.


"Six-thirty Slut, don't be late."


He nods, his eyes downcast as I unlock the door and make my way out. While I walk down the hall I can't help the smirk as I wonder if he realizes just how strongly his office now smells of sex.




A/N: Ask and you shall receive! A special thank you goes out to Nick F. Who made the comment, and I quote: "I would like to know what happens next as well as the history to why they end up together like that. I also somehow like the fact that you keep them nameless, since it makes it easier to imagine them to look however we like, though I know this will no longer be if you would really go on with the sequel."

To which my competitive streak and my muse took as a challenge and replied: "Oh REALLY?" There is now an entire SERIES of scenes trying to cook themselves up in my head because of him, and yes Nick, the back story of how this all started is among them. So if/when I get them written and posted, he's the one you should thank.

Just to give everyone a heads up, if/when the next chapter comes, this story's name shall be changed to "Master. Executive."