Guest blog: Office role play (extract from Prince of Sin)

Front cover image of Prince of Sin

God, I love a bit of office role play. I also know that sexy office scenes are pretty popular with blog readers, given that fucking in the office is one of the most popular posts ever on the site. So when erotic author Cass Ford sent me this extract I was absurdly excited. It’s an extract from her book – Prince of Sin – and if this sexy scene has whet your appetite

Office role play – Prince of Sin

“Miss Sidney. My office. Now!” Chase bellowed from the Slander conference room, where just weeks earlier Morgan had first considered nibbling his lower lip. How she’d resisted, she’d never know. One thing she did know was that Jason had everyone work from home on weekends.

Morgan breathed deeply and entered the conference room leaving little to the imagination in an obscenely low-cut purple blouse and tight black pencil skirt that hugged her thighs. Her perched messy bun sat as rumpled as the paperwork she carried. After placing the documents before him, she slammed the hefty door shut.

Chase sat reading a magazine, feet propped on the glass tabletop with colorful banana-patterned socks peeking out from leather loafers. He looked younger than thirty in round, full-rim eyeglasses. But he embodied power and style, wearing slim fit dress pants, a silk button up and sleek skinny tie.

“Finally,” he huffed, completely in character, leering as he folded the magazine. “How difficult is it to make a few photocopies?” His almost-emerald eyes glowered, and she laughed awkwardly. But he returned a growl. “This isn’t a joke!”

“S-sorry Chase,” she stammered, staring at her glossy, pointed-toe heels while nervously shifting side to side. Blood surged to her head, cheeks reddening.

“That’s Mr. Prince,” he corrected, all domineering boss.

Her insides quivered, startled and aroused, exactly how she’d imagined.

“God, can’t you do anything right?” Standing to scowl down, he ultimately glanced lower, savoring her brimming V-neck. Pausing for a moment, he admired her shapely chest, the round, natural breasts he’d first noticed on their hike. Then he shook the papers. “These aren’t even double-sided, whore.”

Suddenly, Morgan dropped character and spun to face the door. “One second,” she said, leaning against the door to inhale a deep breath.

“What’s wrong?” He clutched her shoulder. When she didn’t respond, he decided, “We’re stopping.”

“No, no, no. You just can’t use that word.”

“What word? Whore?”

A jolt. “Yes.”

“Okay. Care to elaborate?”

Facing him, she shivered, eyes pleading not to probe. “Let’s just continue.”

He kissed her forehead. “Darling, we definitely need a safe word moving forward.”

“I already feel safe.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Fine, let’s use dingus,” she suggested.

Chase chuckled. “You have to use it, if you need to.”

“So do you,” she challenged.

He smirked, trusting her. “Now, Miss Sidney,” he proceeded, hissing and lifting a sheet of paper.

“It’s actually Ms.,” she retorted.

“All right, Ms. Sidney. Why aren’t these double-sided?”

“It must have been the copier!” she defended, snapping into character.

He tossed the stack, sheets rustling and scattering onto the table, chairs and floor. “God forbid you could check your work before handing it over to your boss!”

She looked to her feet.

“Let me show you how a photocopier works.” Clasping her forearm, he led her to the copy machine. “But what can we copy? Hmmm.” He switched the machine on and it zinged to life. “I know.” Standing behind Morgan, he reached around and unbuttoned her blouse.

“Mr. Prince!” she shrilled, feeling lascivious but turning to slap his hand, because that was what a real secretary would do.

“Are you no longer interested in that promotion?” His brows raised.

Morgan side-eyed at their scene’s familiarity.

“Did you just side-eye me? I’m your boss.” Whipping Morgan around again, he finished loosening her blouse to reveal a feminine black balconette bra. He slid her shirt down and dropped it to the floor. “Let’s show you how to use a photocopier.” Chase fisted Morgan’s bun and pressed her chest against the cool glass panel. The machine beeped as he added ten copies and hit Start. It flashed, hummed and droned, spitting out colored prints of Ms. Sidney’s bursting chest.

When it finally stopped, he released her and she twisted back to face him. “Are you done, Mr. Prince?” Her dark brown eyes glowered into his. She squinted, realizing his irises were two different shades—one green, one hazel.

“I’m just getting started.”

Morgan leaned desperately into his mouth, kissing fervently and gnawing on that lower lip. But he pulled away, slammed the copier cover down and lifted her right onto it. His steady hands slid under her skirt, up smooth thighs. “Should I distribute these documents at our next team meeting?” he asked.

“You’re perverted.”

Reaching her thong, he ran two fingers over the dampening fabric. “Your body seems to like that about me. Beg me not to pass them around the office.”

“You wouldn’t,” she dared.

He grunted in response, carefully inching the skirt down her legs, then lifting her off the machine. She shrieked playfully until he placed her on the conference table. As she reclined on her elbows, he angled forward. Their mouths grazed, then he nibbled from flush lips to her neck and collarbone.

With closed eyes, she welcomed his steady fingers slipping each bra strap over her shoulders. As his soft lips pecked her chest, he reached behind to unclasp her bra. She shivered as it fell to the floor, cool air chilling her nipples.

At last she peeled her eyelids open to an authoritative, aroused gaze. His hazel eye matched his ashen shirt while the green eye resembled a vivid forest. Morgan wondered how she’d overlooked their charm and longed to learn all his other subtleties.

Their hands entwined, Chase tugged her upright. “Now that I have you stirred up, Ms. Sidney, it’s your turn.” He guided her hands under his waistband to an expanding erection, then unfastened his shirt with an arrogant swagger.

“You’re my boss!” she whined. “I’ll go to Human Resources.”

He lifted a cleavage printout and said, “And I’ll tell HR you’re stalking me, sending me dirty photos like the dirty little girl you are.”

“That is not fair!”

“Life’s not fair, Ms. Sidney.”

In real life she’d storm out on such a repulsive boss, but this felt fun, safe and hot. She stood and whirled him against the table. Then she kneeled, unbuttoned his slacks and unleashed the engorged beast.

Pressing forward, she sucked the tip. He gripped her hair and thrust further down her throat. With a gag, she pulled away.

“Dingus?” Chase asked concernedly, realizing how aggressive he’d gotten. She looked up with bold brown eyes that teetered between tough and delicate.

“No, Mr. Prince,” Ms. Sidney responded. “But hands to yourself. I’d like to earn my promotion.” Morgan removed a small tub of coconut oil from her purse and twisted the lid. “A friend of mine does porn. He says this stuff’s all the rage.” As she scooped oil onto her fingers, she winked at him, then rubbed it on his cock.

“You fraternize with porn stars?” he asked. “I knew you were filthy.”

She grinned in response, twisting oily hands around his heavy shaft. He’d used oil as lubricant during sex but never on its own. Eyes closed, Chase enjoyed the warm, buttery massage of the surprisingly underrated lubed hand job.

Suddenly, an urge to burst pulsated through his veins. It surprised him, since jizzing on set had become, well, hard recently. Getting with other women, even for work, had felt like cheating on Morgan.

If Chase came now, he’d struggle on set later. So to avoid technical difficulties in studio, he pulled her up. He didn’t want Morgan to feel guilty for affecting his game, so he didn’t explain.

“Your turn,” he stated, sitting her on the table and peeling her thong down.

Kneeling, he kissed downward from her belly button and slipped two fingers into her slick opening. His tongue pressed up, down and around an engorged clit.

Her body twitched. No man had ever navigated it so precisely. He took a condom from his pant pocket, rolled it on and glided inside her. She moaned as he stretched and filled her wholly, then she placed his finger in her mouth and nibbled.

As their grinding hastened, his free hand thumbed her clit. “Do you like that, Ms. Sidney?”

Face tight, her legs clenched.

“Ms. Sidney?”

Purring, she hunched her back to drive his shaft deeper.

He seesawed through her abundant wetness, rocking back and forth, then instructed, “Cum for your boss.”

She wailed, orgasm rippling, muscles clamping around his cock. As she collapsed to catch her breath, he pulled out.

His sneer widened. “From the day I hired you, Ms. Sidney, I knew I’d get you on your back.”


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