A wild woman with a taste for kink incites a hot hookup with a curious coworker.

The job was a bit of a shit gig. It was fun, at first, working in a big store that everyone in the world seemed to know and love. Unusual furniture, interesting items. Not your normal place. Walk in with a little bit of money and make a statement in your home. At least that’s what the catalog promised.

Usually I had the lovely job of ringing up long, long lines of customers with their flat-packed sofas, kitschy glass items, and brightly colored plastic kitchen utensils. The people were nice enough and the day usually went fast, but, damn, sometimes I thought I’d scream if I had to ring up one more snake plant or handwoven wicker footrest.

It was Calli who kept the days interesting and my thoughts off fantasies of marching into the manager’s office and handing in my yellow polo shirt as way of resignation. I could work at a fast-food joint, right? Or, fuck me, anywhere else. Except anywhere else wouldn’t have Calli.

Somehow, no matter where I was stationed, she was always close. If I was on register four, she was on six. If I was on 12, she was on 13 or 14. Or if, God forbid, I was put outside — where the lemmings drove up in their SUVs and pickup trucks to cart their furniture home — she was, too. She probably weighed about 100 pounds, soaking wet, with a brick in each hand, but everyone did every job. We were told that in orientation.

“It’s hot,” Calli said. She glanced around and then took the bottom of her yellow polo and twisted it before tying it into a knot at her midriff. I caught sight of a flat, pale belly and an adorable navel.

I looked away before my cock got ideas of its own, like getting hard and trying to find its way inside her like a heat-seeking missile.

“Hot as balls,” I said, and then immediately regretted my choice of words.

She winked at me, and I felt heat come into my cheeks that had nothing to do with the 85 degree temperature. I also felt arousal surge right to my dick.

“I need… um…” stammered a customer. The woman looked flustered. She had red cheeks, sweat on her upper lip, and her hair looked like she’d licked a light socket. She made a winding motion at Calli who tried desperately not to laugh.

“Twine?”

“Yes,” the woman sighed, sounding like she was going to deflate. She waved her hand toward an SUV that had the tail end of a flat-packed something or other hanging out the back. “A lot.”

Calli walked over to one of many blue boxes that held giant balls of industrial synthetic twine. She grabbed the string and began to pull, twisting it around and around her fist. When the fist was full, she kept winding it up her forearm. I watched her arm disappear to the halfway point between wrist and elbow, and then she cut the twine.

“Think that’s enough?” She smiled at the woman, and the woman smiled back.

“If it’s not, I’ll be shocked.”

Calli flashed me a wicked grin before delivering her load of twine to the large, sweating gentleman standing beside the SUV that the woman had indicated as hers.

“She removed her hoodie. Next, her work shirt and then her bra.”

Another lady asked me to load a chair into her vehicle, and I followed mutely. Because all I could think about was the way that twine had bitten into Calli’s pale skin. How white flesh had grown rosy around it. How she smiled. And how she seemed to like the feel of it biting into her arm.

It was all I could do to keep my concentration until my lunch break…

I was eating in the store’s restaurant when Calli walked in. I watched her make her way to the order line and saw her pay for her salad. She veered toward me, and the food I was chewing got stuck in my throat.

Calli put her tray on my table and took the stool across from me. I opened my mouth to say something brilliant like “Hi,” but it snapped shut again when she dropped a wound-up bit of twine in the center of the table.

“Um…” I had no idea what to say. Um would have to do.

“I saw you,” she said, stabbing a forkful of lettuce.

“Saw me what?” But I had a feeling I knew what she was going to say. I couldn’t tell if I wanted her to say it out loud or not.

“Saw you watching when I was winding that shit up my arm for that poor sweaty lady. You looked…interested.”

I played with the straw in my drink and watched her. Instead of opening my mouth and saying something stupid, I was going to shut up and listen to what she said.

She grinned at me and took her time chewing. “Your cock got hard.”

I cleared my throat. How had she noticed that? I’d walked away almost immediately — or so I’d thought.

“I’m observant,” Calli said, answering my unspoken question. Her knee was suddenly pressed against mine beneath the table. She’d leaned in close, and now her knee wasn’t the only thing touching me. Her hand was snaking up my thigh. The tables in the restaurant are small. What they’d advertise down in the furniture section as “intimate.”

“I guess you are,” I said. I pushed my plate away, entirely done with my meal.

“And I thought maybe, if that scene did it for you, we could meet after our shift is done.” Her fingers skated across my zipper. My cock was already hard; she didn’t have to provoke anything there. Not at all. Her urgent touch outlined the shape of my cock with just enough pressure to steal my breath.

“Ten?” We were both closing.

“Yep.”

“Where?”

“The hot, wet velvet of her mouth closed in around me.”

She grinned at me, and then took a sip of her soda. Her lips slid along the straw for a beat too long, then traveled down its length a bit too far. I took a deep breath because coming in my fucking pants wasn’t on my agenda for the day.

“Where do you think? Out by the twine, of course. We’ll need it.” She stood abruptly, gathered her tray and her drink, and said, “Gotta go. I’m already five minutes late.”

Then she sauntered away, long, dark ponytail swaying with every step and her heart-shaped ass doing its best to keep time with it. I focused on breathing and getting my cock to deflate so I could get up and get on with my day. I glanced at my watch and saw I only had about four hours until I was supposed to meet her. The store closed at nine. Everyone was out the door by ten. That’s how management liked it.

I detoured quickly to the employee restroom — fortunately a single-person space — and rubbed one out before going back to work. It didn’t take long. Thinking about her body wound up with twine, her round ass, those flashing blue eyes, the bouncing ponytail, her hand running along my cock through my pants. I shot my load with a stifled groan, cleaned myself up, and hurried out to my station. Post-break, I had been assigned to stock the plant area.

When the time came to meet Calli, I waited as long as I could to exit. I was the next to last person out of the store. I spotted her easily despite the fact that she was tucked back in the shadows. Her black hoodie made her pale skin look luminescent. Cigarette smoke created a haze around her. No one paid attention but me. They were all just fucking thrilled the workday was done.

I made a beeline for her, wondering what she had planned. Obviously, above the stations for twine and the spots where people could pull up their vehicles, there were heavy-duty lights. We’d be on display if she planned on fucking there.

Fucking. The word truly hit the part of my brain that comprehended it as we made eye contact. My cock jerked as if it had an invisible string attached to it and Calli was jerking it. I took a deep breath and closed the distance between us.

She stepped out of the shadows and dropped her cigarette. We were at the end of the shuffling, tired crowd. A girl whose name I could never remember called out and asked us if we wanted to come drinking. Calli waved her on. “Got something going on. Maybe another night.”

As she said the words she stuck her hand down in the back of my jeans. Her fingers tickled my skin, and I jumped. Then Calli laughed.

Cars started to pull out of the lot, and she tugged me back into the shadows that hugged the building. Our lips met and then her tongue, warm and tasting of cigarettes, snaked through to touch mine. She pressed her body against me, and there was no doubt at all that she could feel my raging hard-on. Her fingers skimmed my erection at first, then gripped it. She slipped along its outline and ran over the tip through my jeans.

My breath caught in my throat, and I made a sound that was pure desperation.

“Go get your twine, big man.”

“How much?” I looked down into her eyes.

“How much do you need?”

“We’re basically onstage out here. You didn’t have it in mind to — ”

“We’ll be fine,” she said. “Not out here. Just go get the twine. You’ve been thinking about it all night, haven’t you?” She took my hand and pulled it to her jeans, so that I was cupping her pussy. I could hold her whole sex in my hand. She arched forward and my fingers curled reflexively.

What would that feel like without her clothes in the way? Heaven. Pure fucking heaven.

She pulled a shiny silver key from her pocket and kissed my nose. “Hurry.”

I went to the box and began to wind as much of the twine around my palm as I could. When I couldn’t feel my fingers anymore, I figured I might have enough. I found her by the cart return; she’d unlocked the door. The opening was just tall enough to fit the carts. She jerked her head toward the doorway.

“Won’t the alarm sound?”

“Nope. It’s not working in this area. Which is why I did this…”

I approached and took her hand when she stuck it out behind her to lead me inside. The carts were all rolled forward as far as they could be in the room, and she’d managed to get one of the store’s most famous chairs set right inside the doorway. It was a bentwood frame, bare-bones design; everyone either had one or wanted one.

“I thought we could use a little support,” she said.

As I watched, she turned and removed her hoodie. Next, her work shirt and then her bra. She dropped them one by one into a pile. I moved to take off my own clothes, but she stopped me.

She dropped to her knees and unbuckled my belt. She tossed it aside and unfastened the fly of my jeans, tugging so all the buttons popped in a row. She pulled my cock free and slid her mouth down my shaft before I could say a word. I bucked my hips and shut my eyes. The hot, wet velvet of her mouth closed in around me, and I gritted my teeth to keep my focus.

I made fists with my hands and then figured, Fuck it. I grabbed her head and fucked her mouth. I tugged her hair and slid as deep as I wanted. I heard her breathe through her nose in an attempt not to gag.

“Tie me up,” she said between sucking. “Fuck me. Tie me up and fuck me. Tie me up and fuck me…” It became a mantra chanted before she drove her mouth down my cock over and over again. Her fingers tickled my balls. Her tongue was a wet, welcoming tease.

I grabbed her hair on top, bunching it and knowing my firm grip had to hurt her some. She hissed, and my cock jerked in her mouth. I gripped her hair a little harder, and she moaned. I thrust my hips forward and watched her eyes slam shut as she tried to keep up with my actions.

I pulled free of her when I felt like I was going to blow. I didn’t want to come. Not yet. Not like this. Not when I had a whole fist full of twine and a woman who wanted me to tie her to an overpriced chair and fuck her.

“Up,” I said, putting out my twine-free hand to assist her. My nervous nature from our earlier flirtation was gone. Now I was in my element. Now I was focused on what I wanted. And what I wanted was her, tied up, and willing to take my cock however I wanted to give it.

“Aren’t there cameras in here?” I asked conversationally as I helped her stand.

Calli wiped the edges of her mouth with her fingers. “They’re linked to the alarm. When the alarm is out, the cameras are on the fritz. And vice versa.”

“Good,” I growled and marched her to the chair. “Lose the jeans — and sit.”

She stripped off the rest of her clothing and dropped her naked body in the seat like a stone, her eyes growing bigger and a small “O” of surprise on her plush lips. I think she was expecting more stammering and worry and anxiety. Not now, though. Not at this point.

I stepped back and looked at her, deciding how I wanted to bind her. “Hmm,” I said, and I heard her take a sharp breath. When she tilted her body back, her thighs fell apart and I could see her wetness. That sight decided the matter for me.

“I knelt and pushed my fingers back inside her cunt. She was drenched.”

I knelt in front of the chair and found the angle perfect. I was tall enough, the chair was low enough, and she was flexible enough. I smiled at Calli and she smiled back, but she still looked slightly stunned.

I kissed her on the nose and then on the lips. When her lips parted for me, I cupped the back of her head and kissed her harder. When she made a desperate little sound, I tangled my fingers in her long dark hair again and tugged until she gasped. When I broke the kiss, all I got was a breathy, urgent, “Please.”

“Put your hands on the arms of the chair,” I growled in her ear.

She did as I ordered, and I wound some of the twine around one arm, binding it to the pale wood. I used my utility knife to sever the twine and repeated the whole thing on the other side. Her hips kept rocking up in little waves, like her body was pleading with me to fuck her. I didn’t think she knew she was doing it. She seemed completely unaware, and that knowledge made my cock hard enough to pound nails.

I didn’t even make the next request, I simply moved her. I pushed her heel up on the very edge of the chair’s cushion and then wound more twine around the wood arm and her slender ankle. I smiled at her and pushed her other foot up in the same position. When I was done, I took a deep breath. Nerves or no, I have a calibrated eye. I had managed to get exactly the right amount of twine for the job.

I sat back on my haunches and looked at her. Her breath was fast and shallow. Her arms were bound to the chair arms. Her ankles were fastened to where the chair arms met the seat. Her body was spread open for me, all pink and glossy.

I stroked my cock.

She raised her hips again, causing her pussy to flex enticingly. Her slick sex beckoned me. I pushed a finger into her, and she sighed. I added a second, curling them both against her G-spot. In this position it was easy to reach and as palpable as a suede marble in her wet depths. I brushed it with my fingertips until she was panting. Then I pulled my fingers free, stood quickly, and stepped closer. She leaned forward in an attempt to get my cock. She barely reached it, so I grabbed the headrest and tilted the chair toward me.

Her mouth closed around my dick, and I rocked my hips as I moved the chair. The furniture barely weighed a thing, and Calli weighed even less. She mewled around my thrusting dick and her tongue made laps and loops along my shaft as I fucked her mouth. I could smell her shampoo, coconut and fruit. I could hear her wet ministrations on my cock. Every time she sucked, I had to grit my teeth to hold on.

When I wanted her to stop, I didn’t talk. I simply let go of the chair. It only dropped about four inches, but the movement startled her and she let out a little cry. Her eyes were wide, her lips puffy from sucking my dick.

I knelt and pushed my fingers back inside her cunt. She was drenched. I’d thought she was wet before, but now her pussy was flowing like a river. I drove my fingers deeper and bent to lick her clit. It was rigid and flushed, and she hissed when I sucked it.

I curled my fingers inside her and licked her again, painting patterns and whorls. Drawing “C” for Calli and “F” for fucking — and the ever popular “M” because it hit all the good spots. She tried to move to meet me, but bound like she was all she could do was tremble and buck. I sucked harder, driving my fingers deep and nudging her G-spot repeatedly. When she came, I kept going, though she begged me to ease up.

“Shh, it’ll pass,” I said. “Then it will get even better.” She was sensitive, beyond sensitive, so I lessened my pressure but kept licking.

I felt her relax, and it only took a few sucks and swipes and thrusts with my fingers for her to come again, flooding my mouth with her juices. Her cries rocketed off the concrete floors and walls of the cart room.

I moved up to drag my cock along her soaking slit. She arched her body as much as she could. I watched the twine bite into her ankles from the movement. Her skin blanched white around my handiwork. Her wrists did the same, and my cock pulsed with excitement.

“Please, please,” she whispered. Her face was etched with need.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me,” she said. “Please...”

I drove into her, holding the chair arm right above where one of her ankles was tied. I fucked her fast and hard, and the chair didn’t make a single sound. No wonder it’s such a good seller. It simply rocked and bobbed along with our motion. When she came around me, her pussy rippled so ferociously I thought I’d shatter my teeth from clenching them.

I found her clit with my thumb and rubbed. “One more,” I said. “I want one more from you.”

She tossed her head. “I can’t,” she insisted.

“You can. I can feel it.” I held the chair tight with one hand, rubbed her clit with the fingers of the other, and thrust my cock into her as intensely as I could. The chair wanted to slide away from me, but I held it tight.

She gasped. I didn’t rub her faster. I rubbed her slower and timed my thrusts accordingly. And when she whimpered, I sped up. She climaxed with a loud cry that shocked my ears. I grabbed the chair’s other arm and used the leverage to jam myself inside her and finally let myself go. I emptied my load into her with a bellow that made my ears ring.

“Kiss me,” she said. “Kiss me. Hurry. Because I have to go.”

I looked up, surprised. “You have to go?”

She grinned. “Yeah, my boyfriend is picking me up. I told him I had to work late.”

“Boyfriend?” I began to free her wrists.

“Yeah, he’s not into the tying-me-up thing, but I’m very into it.” She grabbed me once her right hand was free and drew me in for a kiss. “Maybe we can work late again sometime soon?”

I laughed. “I’m always game for some overtime with a kinky coworker.”

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