The door isn't even locked. A month ago, Valerie never would have thought she'd be here: in her boss' office, on her knees, pleasuring him as he conducts his 9 a.m. phone meeting. She'd thought of herself as sassy, smart, and sarcastic; not the kind of girl to take a spanking and ask for another, not the kind of girl to wear whatever her boss tells her, not the kind of girl to crawl across his office on hands and knees. Not the kind of girl who'd love being a submissive. Turns out Valerie is that kind of girl, and submitting comes with rewards. On the Desk contains graphic depictions of oral sex, domination and submission, and penetration, and is not for children or the faint of heart! Excerpt: Valerie entered his office and he closed the door behind her, gently, the man on speakerphone still droning on and on. Without speaking, Jasper Declan sat back in his big leather office chair, leaning back with both his hands on its arms, and crooked his finger again. Valerie walked toward him, her cushioned hips swaying with every high-heeled step. He watched hungrily. "I'm not sure we have the numbers—" the man on the phone was saying. Mr. Declan's finger spun lazily in the air, and Valerie understood what that meant. She turned, pirouetting on her tiptoes, and then arching her back and slowly leaning forward, feeling her already-tight skirt pull as she did, the slit coming close to revealing her sex, her garters making two indentations where they pulled against her flesh. Just like every day, his fingers pushed at the hem of her skirt slowly, easing them up her thighs. Valerie could feel his breath on her newly-exposed skin, each revealed inch arousing her more. Mr. Declan paused. He ran one finger under the suspender on her left leg, right into the cleft between buttock and thigh, and then he ran his finger down it, under the stocking itself. Then he snapped it against her flesh, not loud enough to carry over the phone. The soft sting reverberated through Valerie's whole body.