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Hello, my name is Brandon. Like you, probably, I have two hands and two feet and a tail that sways, especially when I get excited. I was not excited that day. I was working hard to finish the last of the day's work. My boss was breathing fire down my back. I was only half joking about that. She is a dragon, and there were deadlines to hit.

I felt the heat as she slid up behind me. "Almost done," I nervously got out as I typed even faster. "Just about."

"You have fifteen minutes." She tapped her claws on my desk.

I tried not to stammer. "Fifteen minutes is all I need!"

She chuckled and gave my shoulder a light squeeze. "Make it ten, and I'll give you a special prize."

I glanced up at her and almost fell from my chair. She's wearing this business suit that's far too tight in just the right places, and her lips were pursed in a smile. I always felt like she wanted to eat me up. Not in the scary way either. I know I have a boss kink; I'm not afraid to admit it.

That I had such a hottie, pun entirely intentional, for a boss wasn't helping. She's ten feet tall and slender with just enough curve to fill out her suit. Her body is covered in turquoise scales, which shimmer in the office light. It always felt like her outfits got more interesting the more desperate she was to get us working. The worst part was that it worked. I practically leap from my chair to help.

I think I want her. Like, I want Patricia. I feel ashamed just thinking about it, but we're alone here. So... You know what? I get it done in under ten minutes. With clapping paws, I check the time. Yep, eight minutes. I felt my tongue lolling gently from my face. I might be panting.

"Done! Just need your signature!" I tried not to let my paw shake as I passed her the clipboard.

She laughed in that super sexy way she has. Her eyes wander over the writing with a delicate frown. "Hm, yes, yes." She prods me once on the chest. "Good boy. Don't forget the prints. You know how finicky these computers can be."

I'm almost salivating. My body is so stupid. And those claws on my chest were so good.

"Oh, you're adorable." She grabbed me by the tie. "See me in my office when you're done." She released me with a smirk. "And make it quick." She left me panting there in the main office. I'm honestly not sure if I want her to screw me, or if I want to screw her. I glanced about nervously and adjusted things downstairs so I could finish and get to her.

If I was lucky, maybe I'd get both as an option!

With the prints in paw, I bolted past the few others working that late towards her door and hesitated, wondering if I should knock or just head inside. She's my boss after all. I slowly turned the knob and opened the door. My jaw fell. The lights were off, and she had a single candle on her desk, but the curtains were open.

"Um, prints." I held them up almost like a shield as I entered the darkened office. "All ready for you. Not to be too much of a bother, but you said to come quickly, so... Why are we in the dark?"

She sat there behind her desk with her talons on her face and her glasses dangling between her fingers. "Because I want you to close that door, lock it, and put down those papers." She clucked her tongue against her teeth. "Then you can come a little closer."

I swallowed hard, but it was more out of anticipation than fear. She had a sparkle in her eyes. With a trembling paw, I shut the door and turned the lock before I set the papers on a side table and slowly approached. "Sir?"

"I'm definitely not a sir right now." She tapped the desk. "You've been such a hard worker, Brandon. Such a hard, hmm, worker." She drummed her claws on her desk. "You know, you can only talk to me when I tell you to."

"Oh. Um. Sorry, Patricia."

She chuckled. "Brandon, Brandon, Brandon, what am I going to do with you?" She swept what few papers remained on her desk aside. "You, up. Be a good boy, like I know you want to be. Take off your jacket and tie. Set them down next to the papers."

I froze. I knew where this was going. Or at least I hoped it was. Her gaze met mine. It was like those golden eyes could pierce right through me. I didn't have it in me to resist, and quickly got free of the jacket and tie in a pile. "Yes!" I lowered my ears, feeling like I might've been too enthusiastic. "Yes, Patricia."

Patricia pointed at the desk. "Bend over that, and take off those pants." She glanced at her watch. "And be fast. You're still being timed. Five minutes now."

I felt my tail begin to wag, betraying my emotions for the world. I went up to the desk and leaned in over it. "Sorry for asking, but why, um, like this?"

"Because you seem like you could use a bit of training, puppy dog. And because I want you to sit here thinking about how much I'm going to hurt you." She paused. "If you don't want that, you can leave now, and we'll forget all about this."

Sometimes, consent was sexy. I felt pretty turned on right that moment. "Don't hurt me too much," I get out in almost a yelp. "I'm a good dog, and I want to be even better for you. Just... Let me do my job well for you."

She rolled her eyes. "You are a good dog. You're the best dog." She gripped my face and gave it a little shake. "The absolute best, of course, is the one you own." She leaned in, almost touching her horned forehead to mine. "Are you my dog? Will you be my loyal little doggy?"

"I'm your dog!" I get out in an excited whimper. "I'll be your dog!" I can feel the turgid length throbbing in my pants with so little room to escape. "Please don't be too hard on me, Patricia."

She pat my head and kissed it between my ears. "Good boy. Now let me inspect what I have to work with." I could feel her hands at my hips, wandering over the beltline of my pants. Those claws of hers were sharp as always, even through the fabric of my slacks. I want them on me. I want them to cut through my clothes like tissue paper. Her other hand reached around and pawed at the front of my pants. "Mmm, clearly too small." She squeezed me. "They design pants so badly. Let me help." I could hear my zipper rolling downwards.

She let out a deep, predatory growl. Her fingers deftly freed me from my boxers and she let out a thoughtful huff as she squeezed the tip of my cock between her thumb and forefinger. I'd never felt so vulnerable. There was nothing I could do to stop her. I had my chance to walk away, but I had already given that up. I was hers, and I wanted to be.

"So eager, so excited, and it's only just begun. You'll need a firm paw to keep you in line." She let go of my length and patted my head again. "I think we're ready to begin. You won't be needing the rest of your clothes. They're in the way, make them vanish." She went around her desk and sat back down. She seemed ready to resume business as usual.

I wanted to hesitate, but she said not to make her wait. I can't do that! I turned around and took off the shirt. That was easy, a toss aside. My pants were a bit trickier with my boxers and shaft in the way as they were, but I ignored them and got free of them all, exposing all of my husky form for her view. I turned to face her, but froze.

She had pulled out a ruler from one of her desk drawers and it was sitting on the desk beside her. She raised an eyebrow. "Do I have to tell you what to do? Be a good boy and sit." She pointed to her lap. "Sit."

My ears sagged. I nodded and padded over to her before climbing up into her lap. I sat on her thighs and watched as she flexed the ruler between her claws. "Um, what now?"

She gently swatted me across the snout with the ruler. "Good boys let their mistress take charge. Silly Brandon, what will we do with you?" She put the ruler aside there on the desk and moved her hands to explore over my front. "Mmm, you take care of yourself. You're a clean dog, a trimmed dog, a horny dog."

I swallowed. "Yes, ma'am."

She tapped my lips with a talon. "Not even a good boy like you should talk without permission." She grabs my twitching shaft and give it one pull, slow and long. "You want to play with mommy, don't you? Mommy just wants to give you lots of attention."

Her other hand fondled my balls. I yelped, but lowered my head. I didn't speak.

"Mmm, so good, a fast learner." She massages those cum factories slowly. "Such a virile doggy. Are you my virile doggy?"

I nod frantically. I want to speak, but I can't! I'm not allowed. I want to be a good boy. I want to be her good boy. I yelp as she gives the smallest squeeze. "But, little dog, you can't play with me while I'm so overdressed, now can you? Someone has to undress mommy, don't they?"

She rubbed her snout to mine. "You can talk now."

I stared at her. "Please let me undress you. Let me see you. I want to make you feel so good, and you look so amazing!"

"Puppy," she let go of my cock to cup my chin in her hand, "You've only just been allowed to talk, and you've made me so happy with every word. I think I will reward you. Stand." She helped me to my feet and leaned back in her chair. "But first, something you said bothered me. Did you just say that I look good?"

"Amazing." I gestured over her whole form. "Captivating. Sexy!" I dug for other words to use.

She leaned forward. "Boring." She gave me a shove backwards. "Don't tell me what I already know. I don't want someone to tell me I'm beautiful. I want to hear them scream it as I fuck their brains out. Now go ahead and get me ready to do that. Undress mommy." She unbuttoned the front of her suit and spreads it open.

She was wearing nothing but a bra underneath, a dark turquoise one that she clearly chose to match her scales. I grabbed the sides of her open front but resisting tearing them open, instead slowly peeling her shirt free of her body. It was hard to resist leaning in to kiss along those bared scales. I still knelt down before her, even if it wasn't by command. She'd trained me so well already, even though I'd barely begun.

I went for her pants next, undoing the clasp that kept them shut before slowly drawing them down her long legs. I was face to face with her belly as she lifted herself slightly so I could get them all the way down to her ankles. She kicked them free and I reached up and undid her bra. She was somehow even sexier, as if every thing I did made it more intense by the moment. I pulled the cups away from her breasts, exposing her to my gaze. I couldn't stop myself from reaching up and squeezing them.

She slapped my paws away. "Good dogs don't grope mommy like that. Not before she lets you. Hm, all bare." She wriggled just a bit, likely to tease me. "How do I look?"

"Incredible. You're so perfect. You're amazing. Everything about you is so hot. I want to screw you senseless. You are so hot." I could feel the drool slipping down my lips.

She raises a napkin to dab at that drool. "Silly dog. Save that energy for fucking me senseless." She tossed the napkin aside and moved her fingers between her thighs to stroke the patch of scales there. "Help mommy get ready to take your cock. It looks big. Don't be shy, give me all of that passion."

I froze with indecision. She was inviting me to get to work, but also wanted her to be ready. Trying to do both at once felt so impossible! She smacked my snout with a raised eyebrow. I went for her pussy, rubbing along the slit with two fingers, marveling at how moist she already was. I used that ready saliva to help, digging into her with my great and broad tongue, delighting in her musk and taste. I drank deep of her juices as I massaged and lapped at her sex. She clutched the back of my head and leaned forward, her breathing getting deeper as I continued.

Fire curled from her snout alongside a groan of satisfaction. "Oooh, I think someone might have missed their true calling. How long have you wanted to do this? Come on now, puppy, keep licking, yes, right there, good boy."

I felt no urge to resist her commands, working deeper and harder as she writhed at the end of my exploring tongue. She clutched the back of my head, almost pushing me deeper as I worked with all the strength and passion I had. I didn't want to stop. I never wanted to stop pleasing her, even if I never got to experience the rest of her perfect form.

Her fingers grasped at my ears, digging into the fur with her sharp talons. I could feel them cutting through to the skin, and it was so arousing I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled away and wiped my snout. "Please let me play with you!"

"As if you read my mind." She spread her thighs with purposeful slowness. "I think it's time for the main event. Mommy's pussy is ready to be plowed by your bestial length. Put that knot in me, pup, and don't you dare stop until I cum, because we're going to be doing this all night."

With a delighted yelp, I half-pounced her into the chair. I pulled her up just enough to line things up properly before I slammed myself home into her waiting folds. The instant I felt her against me I pushed harder, making her grunt with pleasure.

I stared into her golden eyes as I thrust as hard as I could into her. Every motion made her move in kind, but she wasn't moaning in time with my grunts. Her sounds were slower, heat washing from her with bits of flame. My body shivered at her gaze and my pace slowed. I felt weak in the knees. She grabbed my face again and gave it a shake.

"You aren't slowing down, now are you?" She smirked. "Not when I haven't told you to. You are such a good boy." She gripped my cheeks until they hurt. "Faster."

As she commanded, I obeyed, rocking against her as if that were the only thing in the world for me to do. In that moment, it really was. My claws dug into her chair as I rocked against her. She slipped her legs around my waist and the added sensation of her tail flicking against my body made me moan and shake. She could be so gentle, even when she was using that passion against me.

My climaxes were nothing to her, and she encouraged me right on through them, to drive her higher and deeper into her own pleasure. Her folds squeezed me as if they would never let me go. I kept pushing as long as I could before I felt like I might collapse, but even then, I wasn't finished. My paws roamed over her perfect body, squeezing her breasts and making her chuckle with pleasure.

She leaned in and licked my neck. "Almost, mmf, ready. Hm, turn me around and finish inside. Finish it. Don't make me do all the work, silly pup."

I gripped her hips and pulled her against me before I turned her around and plunged myself back into her waiting folds. Not that I had ever properly escaped her. My knot was long-since deployed, and I was quite stuck inside her grasping cunt, not that I minded the position. She pressed herself into the desk and seemed to revel in the last of my frantic thrusts, until I finally let out a cry and spilled my seed into her waiting womb.

She roared, a sound fit only for the proper dragon she was. She bathed the chair in the hot flames her sort were known for. If it hadn't been fireproof, it would surely have been reduced to ash. She heaved for breath a moment, just clutching that chair for support before she looked over her shoulder at me. "Good boy." She clicked her tongue against her teeth. "Taking charge like that. You did a great job, Brandon."

I leaned forward and licked her cheek. "I'm glad to hear that." I tried to pull free, but that knot was not taking a no. I was sealed against her. "Not complaining, um, ma'am, but there are still people in the office. They probably heard that end. Did we...?"

"Nothing illegal." She let out a sigh of relief. "You just pissed me off, little puppy. At least, that's what I'll be telling them." She tapped my snout with her long tail. "Bad boy."

I smiled. "I guess I'll have to do better next time."

She snickered. "Oh, you are definitely going to have to." She seemed to sag and her expression softened.

That was just the first of many such nights. At least I had a good working relationship.