"So have you thought of my next dare?" I ask through a large hunk of burnt hamburger.

Donna shrugs and swallows another spoonful of yogurt. "I've got a few ideas."

"Well for God's sake, go easy on me - that last one... not fair at all."

"Come on," she grins and snatches a french fry from my plate, "running out to get the paper without a stitch of clothing on? Very, very funny."

"Uh, no, not really," I shake my head. "I think Mrs. Keibler from next door was watching."

"How do you know?"

"She gave me a wink when we passed her in the hallway this morning." I rub a hand over my face, "She's like a hundred eighty seven years old, Donna, and she saw my ass."

"But it's such a nice ass," Donna laughs. "Come on, Josh, you no doubt gave her the best thrill of her life."

"Oh no, no! Don't make me imagine Mrs. Keibler sitting in her rocking chair dreaming about-" I break off with a groan. "Okay that image is never going to leave my head."

"So you're thinking about Mrs Keibler now?" Donna asks with another grin. "And not the fact that I'm sitting here at work wearing a short skirt and no panties?"

I, having taken another bite of my lunch, start choking. "No… panties?"

"Yep," she smiles innocently. "I am without underwear. And don't look so freaked out, Josh, you dared me."

"I didn't know you were going to do it today!" I splutter. "We're sitting here having a nice lunch and you're just..."

Donna nods, "Naked."

"We're at work!"

"So I can't go without panties in the West Wing?"

"No!" I exclaim. "No, what if someone sees you?"

She waggles her eyebrows and gives me a wide grin. "You mean if I bend over or something?"

"Yes! You do a lot of filing, Donna, you bend over a lot. Anyone can just see your..." I trail off and groan again. "God, Donna."

"Okay, firstly, I don't do filing anymore, I have other people who do that for me, secondly, I am wearing pantyhose so they won't see much anyway and, thirdly, you don't want people seeing my...?"

I shake my head violently. "Not at work!"

"So it's okay if we're away from work?"

"NO!" I roar in frustration. "Donna, no one else is allowed to see you naked. No one except me."

"Then why did you dare me to go without underwear?"

"I didn't know you were going to do it today. At work... I thought, I don't know. On the weekend or something."

She rolls her eyes at me. "Josh, we work weekends."

"Okay listen to me," I say firmly. "Yesterday when I dared you to go without underwear I did not mean at work. I meant any other time but work."

"Well you should have been specific," Donna snorts. "You said 'Donna, I dare you to go without underwear for a whole day.' That's all you said and I chose today." She takes another spoonful of yogurt and shrugs. "So I got up this morning, had a shower, put on a skirt and jacket and came to work. Without panties and without a bra."

"You're..." I flick my eyes to the buttons of her jacket. "Uh, no bra?"

"Wanna see for yourself?"

"No!" I hiss. "Donna, we made a rule for this okay. No... sexual stuff. In the office we're colleagues. Chiefs of Staff. Not-"

"Lovers? Yes, yes I know," Donna smirks. "I remember the little speech." She highlights the word 'speech' with air quotes.

"So what's with the no underwear then?"

"Well, Josh," she shifts in her chair and the movement causes her skirt to ride further up her thighs. "I think your rules suck."

Through the sheerness of her pantyhose I can see her skin, pale and smooth. "My rules don't suck, Donna. We need them if we're going to stay professional."

"Well you're the one who wanted to know what your next dare was going to be. Not five minutes ago if I remember," she smiles.

"Yes but that's just conversation!" I argue. "The rules were no sex, and no talk about sex. Asking what my next dare will be isn't breaking the rules."

"So if I were to do this..." she uncrosses her legs, letting her knees fall apart. "Would it be breaking the rules?"

I stare at her knees, wondering how far I need to tilt my head to the left to see... hang on, oh God, what's she doing with her hand?

"DONNA!"

"Yes?"

"Stop that right now!"

"But it's not breaking the rules, Josh," Donna frowns. "I'm only brushing crumbs off my lap." Her fingers slide from one hose covered thigh to the other.

"Uhhh."

"Josh?"

"Huh..." I gasp. "What?"

"I'm up here, Pookie. Could you stop checking out my legs and answer the question?"

I tear my gaze from her wandering fingers and look up. "What was the question again?"

She rolls her eyes. "I asked if I did that - and by that I meant brushing crumbs from my lap - would it be breaking any rules."

"Why do you mess with me?" I whine. "You think it's funny but it's not."

"Oh don't be silly," she scoffs. "I was only trying to understand exactly where the line is drawn. You say no sex and no talk of sex right?"

I nod. "Right."

"But what if innocently brushing crumbs off my lap causes you to start thinking about sex? That's against the rules too?"

"Right."

"Well that's your fault then," she grins triumphantly.

I frown, confused. "What?"

"I," Donna explains in her 'I'm talking to an idiot' voice, "did something completely innocent. And you just admitted you started thinking about sex. So you broke your own rules."

I stare at her, realizing she's painted me, very neatly, into a corner. "Hang on, what just happened here?"

"I won as usual," she smiles. "Something you really need to get used to."

"Donna, I can't help thinking about sex when you're rubbing your hand over your lap. You," I point an accusatory finger at her, "were tempting me!"

"I was not" she exclaims. "I was cleaning myself up. I can't work with food all over my clothes you know."

"You were tempting me with the rubbing after telling me you're wearing NO UNDERWEAR!" I roar.

"Josh," she waggles her eyebrows. "You want the whole world to know?"

"The doors are closed," I say, nevertheless lowering my voice. "Now please take your hand off your lap and finish your lunch."

"You do realize your voice carries somewhat," Donna scolds, thankfully removing her hand to eat another bite of yogurt.

"I only yell because you never listen to me," I say sulkily. "I know when to be quiet."

Donna frowns thoughtfully as she licks yogurt off the spoon. "Josh..."

"What?" I watch her tongue dart out for another swipe.

"I thought of your next dare."

I eye her warily. "Oookay."

"And because I've completed my dare, you have to do yours now." She drops the empty yogurt container on the desk and stands up.

"Um... okay," I shrug. "But I have a meeting in twenty minutes."

"This I know," Donna smirks. "I may not write your schedule anymore but I still know everything. And don't worry - it's a very, very easy dare."

The singsong of her voice scares me somewhat. "Go on then."

"Because you seem to think you can be quiet, I dare you not to say anything until your meeting."

It seems simple, but one thing Donna isn't, is simple and therefore I'm going to need further clarification. "You want me to stay silent for twenty minutes?"

"Yes," she nods. "I dare you to sit in your chair and stay completely silent - no noise whatsoever - for twenty little minutes. You think you can do that?"

"Are you kidding?" After expecting something both difficult and embarrassing, relief rushes through me. "I can so do that."

"No matter what happens?" she challenges, and I nod emphatically.

"You bet. Easy. I won't say a word!"

"Or make any noise?" Donna adds. "And you have to stay seated. You can't move from your chair."

"Absolutely no noise at all and I'll just sit here and stare at you." Easy.

She looks at her watch. "Twenty minutes Josh. Starting from... now." She smiles at me, "Okay?"

Realizing that she's trying to catch me out, I keep my mouth shut as I nod.

"Good." Donna gives me another smile as she rests her hand on my desk and leans forward. "So, okay, back to this discussion about me not wearing underwear and you having issues with it because someone might see."

I raise my eyebrows in confusion.

"I know what you're thinking, Josh. How can we have a discussion if you can't talk?"

I nod and she gives me a sweet smile. Or at least what other people think is her sweet smile. I identify it as her evil machination smile. She's planning something.

"So maybe it won't be a discussion as such," she continues thoughtfully. "But I've thought about it and decided if you're so worried people might be able to see things if I bend over, I may as well just take off my pantyhose."

I shake my head quickly; there's no way I'm letting her do that.

"Yeah," Donna nods decisively. "I'm taking them off." She kicks off her heels and I wave my hands furiously. "What? You can't stop me. You're on that side of the desk and I'm on this side, and you're not allowed to get out of your chair."

Ha, she thinks she's sooo clever; I smirk as I push my feet against the floor to roll the chair towards her, but she backs away and waggles a finger at me.

"We can play it this way if you want," she smirks back, "but I can walk faster than you can roll and I have other ideas for how we're going to spend the next twenty minutes."

I raise my eyebrows questioningly and she grins. "If we're following your rules Josh, you're going to need to close your eyes while I take these off."

When I shake my head again, she frowns in annoyance. "Close. Your. Eyes. Now."

I obey, partly because I know she'll take them off anyway and I can't have the rules broken by me seeing her naked at work, and partly because I'm just a little afraid she might lean over and violently smack me on the head. She has a tendency to do that.

"Keep them closed until I say otherwise," Donna says firmly, and then all I can hear is the muted rustle of clothing.

As I drum my fingers on the arm of my chair, waiting for her to tell me I can look again, I feel her hand slowly encircle my wrist; it's soft and warm and I resist the urge to pull away. Gentle pressure on my torso forces me to lean backwards and several seconds later her hand touches my other wrist.

"Okay, open your eyes and remember, you're not allowed to say anything."

I blink in the bright light, squinting as I look up. She's leaning against my desk, her legs are bare and - I look down at myself with horror - her pantyhose are wrapped around my chest, the feet tying my wrists to the arm rests of the chair. My hand snaps back up and I glare furiously at her grinning face.

"DONNA!"

"No talking!" Donna commands. "You've just failed your dare, Josh. Which means you've lost the game."

"I haven't lost; I DON'T lose. You cheated by typing me to my chair with your PANTYHOSE!" I scream.

"And now the whole office knows as well," she laughs. "I knew you couldn't keep quiet."

My hands flutter violently against the arm rests. "Untie me now, this isn't funny."

"Oh I really think it is," Donna grins. "And you know what? Since you can't be quiet on your own, I think I'm going to have to help."

"What are you going to do?" I demand. "Donna!"

She leans forward, reaching for my tie and I strain, to no avail, against the silk of her pantyhose trying to stop her. Her fingers tug at the knot of my tie, dragging it from the collar of my shirt.

"Donna..." I warn. "Don't do it."

"Do what?" she smiles innocently; her knees brush against mine as the fingers of one hand stroke lightly over my forehead. "Open your mouth, Josh." When shake my head and she sighs and says, "I wonder why I even ask half the time."

Unable to resist teasing her I say, "The follies of you?" but as I speak, Donna leans forward and presses the tie against my mouth, quickly tying the ends behind my head.

"Well you walked right into that one," she snickers. "And it's the follies of youth."

"Yargh marg ooo," I splutter through the material. God, I'm an idiot.

"Yes, I know you meant me," Donna laughs again. "You can keep trying to talk but, honestly, why bother?"

I give her the angriest glare I can muster. "Fug uhf."

She slaps the side of my head. "Don't speak to me like that, Josh."

"Er fard," I yell, completely failing to sound threatening due to the effect of a tie in my mouth.

"You really want to fire me?" she asks and I nod. "Fine, I'll just get my bag and leave."

"Uhnah!"

"I'm sorry, was that my name?" With a tiny whimper, I nod again, and she sighs. "I don't enjoy hurting you, Josh; I just need to teach you a lesson."

"Unh?"

"You see," Donna murmurs, the fingers of one hand sliding through the hair at the nape of my neck. "I don't like your office rules. I don't like not being able to kiss you for sixteen hours a day and I don't like not being able to touch you either."

"Unh," I say softly. I know what she means; it just about kills me to not touch her for so long but rules are rules.

"I don't like that we're only ever physical when we're away from work because we're hardly ever away from work. And even when we're at work, we hardly ever see each other anyway."

"Unh?"

"I understand the rules, Josh, even if I don't like them. But sometimes I think that it might be fun to break the rules." I shake my head and her other hand slips around my neck to join the first. "Yes they are. So right now, since I haven't kissed you in... hmm about twenty hours, that's the first thing I'm going to do."

"Unh." I really should stop making random noises. I really should do something other than sit here trussed up like a turkey, but I never attended... well, magician's school, and therefore have no earthly idea how to extricate myself from her knots. Under the circumstances, the only thing to do is try to guilt her into being a good girl by giving her a sad little frown.

"Oh, Josh, that's really not going to work." Donna bends down, her hair sweeping over my face, as she presses a tiny kiss to my forehead. "I'd really like to kiss you on the mouth," she continues, "but your tie is in the way.

I whimper softly and she nods. "Yeah, that was your fault and I really think you need to be... punished a little." She presses another kiss to my forehead before stepping back and settling her hands on her hips.

"Hmm," she murmurs, tipping her head to the side and staring thoughtfully at me. "I'm just going to take your belt off."

Filled with panic, I moan through the tie, and she shakes her head. "No, I'm not going to hit you with it, Josh. Do you think I'm that cruel?"

I nod quickly and she chuckles as her hands make quick work of my belt buckle; dragging it from the waistband loops, she kneels on the floor in front of me.

"As I said, I don't want to hurt you, Josh. I'm just going to tie your ankles to the chair here and if you don't struggle, it'll be easier for both of us."

Her sharp fingernails dig into my calves so I let my legs relax and she wraps the belt around both ankles, securing them tightly to the stem of the chair.

"Perfect."

I shake my head sadly, trying to inject as much desperation as I can into my eyes to make her feel guilty. I do not like where this is heading.

"Oh stop it," she criticizes. "Now you're all tied up with nowhere to go so... guess what?"

I raise my eyebrows, "Muh?"

"I'm going to break one of your rules Josh," she grins. "The no sex in the office rule? That one. Right now."

Oh no. No, no, no. I shake my head and start babbling incoherently through the tie. I'm trying to insist that we're so not going to have sex, but because of the gag, it's like I'm talking underwater.

"I really don't know what it is you're saying but I assume you're agreeing that the rule needs to be broken." Donna gives me another grin as she pulls her suit jacket off and throws it up behind her onto my desk.

I stop babbling. Uh oh. She wasn't lying about not wearing a bra; her blouse is blue, and through the sheer material I can see the outline of her nipples. I stare down at her, still kneeling on the floor, and then groan softly as her fingers start to play with the buttons.

"Sooo..." She pulls the material open. "Seeing my breasts at work - I'm sure that's against the rules."

I blink a few times as her fingers wander slowly across her collarbone. "And I guess actually touching my breasts would also be a no-no?"

I shake my head slowly and she runs her tongue over her lips. "No it's not a no-no? Or no, it is a no-no?" She continues to drag her fingertips down over her breasts and I whimper again as she pinches one nipple before sliding over to flick the other.

God. Why is she doing this?

Her hands start stroking both breasts as she stares, very provocatively, up at me.

Look away, Josh. Close your eyes. Be strong, buddy. She's teasing you. You don't need to look at her breasts no matter how much you want to.

Oh shut up, you idiot, it's not going to work.

She smiles toothily when I groan again, and then says. "You do realize that we're going to have sex now?"

Well it's a little difficult not to realize it and, as I nod dejectedly, she continues, "You know I ought to be insulted you're not more enthusiastic here but honestly... I don't care."

"Unh gare eeha," I mumble through the tie.

Her hands drop from her nipples and move to rest lightly on my knees. "You don't care that I'm going to open your pants, pull out your cock and taste you right here in the office?"

Um.

She gives me a sad look; she's a master at the hangdog puppy expression. The way she peers out through her lashes, her mouth turned down ever so slightly... there it is. Damn her.

But I won't let the rules be broken and I will not let her win this so I squeeze my thighs together. There's no way she's getting her hands on my cock. Or her mouth on it. Or any other part of her body for that matter.

My pants are off limits today.

I poke at the tie with my tongue, trying to push it aside so I can speak, and Donna starts laughing. "Forget it Josh, I know if I let you talk you'll think of something clever to convince me that we shouldn't do this. And I want to do this." Her fingers start walking slowly up my thighs and she leans forward until her breasts brush against my knees.

"Anh," I sigh forlornly.

"Come on, Josh," she says in a very low, very sexy, purr type of thing. Why have I never heard that voice before? I kind of like it.

Her hands have reached the tops of my thighs and she's running her fingers so lightly over the fabric that she's not actually touching me. I can cope with that. I just won't look down.

"If I take your gag off, will you promise not to yell at me?" she asks, still in that same erotic murmur.

I nod. Yeah, I won't yell at her. She'll just hit me really hard, leave me tied up here, and wander back to her office. Then someone who I'd be completely embarrassed to find me... will find me. And then the gossip. And the laughter. So okay, I won't yell. But at least I can try and talk her out of all the sex.

I bend my head forward and she reaches her arms up to undo the gag. Her breasts are right in front of my nose; I think I'm going cross eyed looking at them.

Mmm, nipples... NO!

Donna pulls the tie free from my mouth and sits back on her heels while I roll my jaw around trying to loosen the stiffness. "No yelling," she warns.

"I'm not yelling," I say, very quietly. "I'm just asking very nicely if you'll you please untie the rest of me. And yes, I'm well aware how stupid I am, so don't even say it. Here you are offering me sex and I'm saying no? Of course I'm saying no. The rules, Donna! The rules say no sex in the office."

"Are you done yet?" she asks calmly and I nod. "Good."

"So can you untie me?"

"Um, not really, no."

"Donna!"

"Josh, you've had your little rant which I'm sure made you feel all superior and manly. Whatever though. I don't care because we're still going to be having sex."

"BUT WHY?!" I roar in frustration. "You love rules, Donna, why can't you obey these?"

"Because, Josh," she hisses, leaning forward again; her breasts press against my knees and I stare down at them.

Mmm, breasts... NO!

I drag my eyes back up to her face as she continues, "I'm not letting you go because I want to fuck you. Right here and right now." She starts running her hands up my thighs again and I try very hard not to groan when her fingers settle on the button of my pants.

I also try a last ditch attempt to gain control. "And I don't get any say in this?"

"Nope."

"Fine. Untie me and we can have sex since you're obviously too desperate to wait until tonight."

"Oh no," Donna shakes her head firmly as she unbuttons my pants and pulls down the zipper. "I know how your sneaky mind works. You're staying tied up while I do what I want with you."

"And what will that be?" I gasp. Her hands are currently working their way into my boxer shorts. Do not get hard, do not get... damn.

She grins as her fingers close around my cock. "I thought I'd have a little taste. Maybe. If you don't mind, of course."

"Uh," I whimper, "Nooo, no, go right- oh God." She's managed to extricate my cock from both my pants and my boxers and, against my better judgment, I find myself looking down. Hmm, weirdest sight I've ever seen. My penis looks detached from my body; all I can see is the shaf- Oh God, what the hell?

"Does that seem like a good idea to you?" she asks idly as both her thumbs settle on the tip. God, wow. I flick my eyes back up and nod quickly.

"Excellent idea, go ahead. Please. Be my guest." I'm well aware that I'm rambling again but who wouldn't ramble when someone as sexy and clever and wonderful as Donna is currently... ohhh God.

Her fingers are doing this rippling motion, up and down, thumbs pressing firmly, then softly. I can't help watching as her hands stroke my cock. Her nails are pale pink, rounded on the ends, her skin creamy white. She has gorgeous hands.

"Oh God," I splutter again as a nail slides across the very tip of my cock. "Fuck!"

Donna tilts her head to the side and frowns at me. "Josh, don't use that kind of language."

"Uhh... Donna, you just said you wanted to fuck me. Something which is a little surprising because, while you demand sex from me with an alarmingly regular frequency, you've never actually demanded sex in quite that way before."

She shakes her head, her fingers stilling. "I'm not always the one demanding sex, you know. And Mr. Happy here doesn't seem to be complaining."

"You demanded sex not two minutes ago," I say, annoyed because she's stopped stroking me even though I originally wanted her to stop. That was before, of course, she actually stuck her hand into my pants and woke up Mr. Happy.

Oh, God, wait... did she just call my cock Mr. Happy? She's going to be the death of me, I swear it. Although, when I was younger, I called it Mr. Peepee. Actually, that's what Mom started calling it, and oh my God, am I thinking about Mom while Donna's playing with my cock?

If I wasn't tied up I'd drop my face in my hands and cry. I knew this day was going to be bad: when Mrs. Keibler winked at me first thing this morning I knew it was going to suck. Actually... didn't Donna say she was going to suck? Oh, God. What the hell is wrong with me? Why is it every time her hands are touching me I lose all capacity for logical, intelligent thought?

"Josh?"

"Huh?"

"You're just in your own little world there aren't you," she grins. "What are you thinking about?"

Um... maybe not a good idea to mention Mom and Mrs. Keibler. "I'm just annoyed because you demanded sex and wouldn't take no for an answer."

"Well, your cock doesn't seem to be complaining," she shrugs. "But I don't like it when you say fuck. Say something else."

"Like what?" Yep, the DEATH of me. Why was I so stupid to fall in love with someone so contradictory?

"Well," she says, nibbling her lower lip in thought, "you could moan or something. Then again, I'm sure you'd prefer to keep as quiet as possible. There are probably twenty people out there and these walls are paper thin."

"Moaning is off the table," I agree. "Um, if you want to start touching me again, maybe we can figure out what to say while we go along."

"I am touching you," she points out. "I'm just not moving my hands."

"That's the problem," I smile encouragingly. "Move them again and we'll see what we can come up with."

She starts laughing. "You know, if I rearrange that sentence, I could say something very dirty indeed."

"Like what?"

"Wouldn't that be the 'no talking about sex' rule?" she grins, and her fingers lightly squeeze my cock. "We're already going to be breaking one, are you really ready to go to hell for breaking another?"

"Donna," I say, very calmly and slowly so she'll get the message. "Start moving your hands again."

Donna gives me a full teeth grin. "You're trying reverse psychology on me aren't you? Hoping I'll say no and untie you?"

"How'd you guess?" Actually, I'm trying reverse, reverse psychology. Because now her hands are gripping my cock, which is very much alive and very much interested in any possibility of action, and there's no way I'm not going to let her stop now - despite the rules.

"I find that interesting." Her hands squeeze again, more firmly, and her thumbs resume their circling.

HA! I am nothing short of a legend. "No you don't," I shake my head quickly. "You're only saying that because you don't know what else to say."

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not," Donna shrugs. Her fingernails press against the sides of my cock and I wince. "Did that hurt?"

"Not at all!" She's playing me again, I'm sure of it. Why am I never smart enough to figure out what she's planning?

"Oh, then I won't kiss you better," she pouts.

Ah, that's what she was playing at. How do I bring this back to my advantage? I stare down at her; she's staring up at me from beneath those long sexy eyelashes. Her lips are slightly parted, slightly moist, very, very pink. Um...

"Ouch?" I offer weakly. Oh, well done, Josh.. Not at all obvious.

"Oh, so now you're in pain," she rolls her eyes, voice full of sarcasm.

"Delayed reaction I think," I add. "Took awhile to get to my brain. You know how it is."

Donna's fingers tighten again, nails scratching softly. "Why don't you just be a man and ask me to suck you? I promise not to rub it in your face afterwards. The fact, you asked me to break your rules I mean."

"I've never had to ask for it before," I say sulkily, to which Donna bursts out laughing. "Whaaaat?"

"Oh, Josh," she grins, shaking her head.

"What?"

"You think bragging about your sexual prowess is really a good idea? Come on, really?" She grins again and her fingers start that wonderfully fluid ripple thing once more which causes my brain to stop formulating a witty response. Instead, I offer another groan.

"Oh, well said," she applauds. "Luckily for you, I'm not the jealous type."

"Excuse me?" I splutter, suddenly snapping back to reality. "You are so very much the jealous type, Donna!"

"Am not," she says stubbornly, and her hands stop moving again. "Why should I be jealous? You're mine now. Anything else was simply... practice, if you will. The follies of youth, to quote you - which I know you love."

"Methinks the lady doth protest too much," I quip.

"You know something, Josh. No matter how much I love you and how much I want to do you right here and now, if you make me angry I will get up and walk away." She gives me an expression obviously designed to intimidate but, because she's still softly rubbing my very erect cock, and is still half naked and kneeling very subserviently on the floor in front of me, I take it as an empty threat.

I grin at her. "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh?" she asks, her eyes flashing then, without warning, drags herself up from the floor, using my cock as leverage. "Fine then."

I screech in pain as I'm pulled in directions I should never be pulled in. "Oh my God, Donna. These things are NOT to be used that way!" I roar, wishing that at least one of my hands was free so I could protect my throbbing manhood from my angry girlfriend. Angry for absolutely no reason at all which pisses me off more than the fact she's outrageously planning on breaking the no sex in the office rule.

"I don't know what's wrong with you, Josh," she snaps, letting go of my cock and folding her arms. "I understand the rules, I said I did. But I figured once we got started, you'd give in. What is it? Do you not want me anymore? Am I not attractive? Do you not want to have sex with me ever again because, I can assure you, that can be arranged!"

She leans against my desk and glares at me and I realize that I need to say something very clever otherwise she's just going to leave my office. I have doubts that she'll actually leave me but I really don't want to take that risk either.

"Okay, wait a minute here. How can you think that I don't want you? I always want you. I can be in the middle of something vitally important to the safety and security of the nation and suddenly get hard because I start thinking about you for no reason."

"You don't have a reason to be thinking of me?" she queries with suddenly slitted, and very scary, eyes.

"Okay, you're twisting my words here, Donna!" I argue. "You think it's funny that I'm in a briefing with the joint chiefs and have to cross my legs lest they see how excited I am and think it has to do with whatever country we're trying to avoiding declaring war on?"

She stares at me for half a second and then starts laughing. I give her my own brand of evil eyes. "Donnnna."

"I'm sorry, it's just that situation is disturbing in so many ways."

"DONNA!"

"Suddenly I'm picturing ten muscly masculine military men staring down at your erection."

"Oh. My. GOD!"

Donna attempts to quell her giggles by frowning but fails miserably and covers her mouth with a hand as I glare at her.

"It's not funny," I sulk. "Your talents at alliteration notwithstanding - by the way, why couldn't you add massive in before erection - I am in an extremely vulnerable position here. Both physically, mentally, and EMOTIONALLY." I scream the last word at her and she frowns.

"Jo-"

"And," I interrupt, "before you tell me that I deserve it because I was firm about the rule about no sex in the off- uh... okay." I trail off, completely at a loss of what to say next because she's back down on the floor stroking my cock.

"I apologize," she says softly, staring up at me through lowered eyelashes. What is it with women and that particular look? And then they add a little quiver of the lower lip and- yep, there it is.

"Okay."

"Tell me something, Josh. I get the physical and mental part - it can't be much fun to be trussed up like a chicken and have no control over it but how can you be emotionally vulnerable?" Donna asks. "Give me a rational explanation why it upsets your emotions so much that you're basically turning down the chance to have sex with me right now?"

"But we're not having sex!" I hiss.

"And that's the problem?"

"YES!"

"Emotionally, you're upset because you're waiting for an orgasm that isn't happening?"

I press my lips together to stop screaming yes again. Because yes, I want an orgasm. Yes, I really, really want to have sex with her - something I wanted right from the beginning and honestly, I'm just being stubborn here for... reasons that I can't figure out but can only be explained by the fact that I am a stupid, stupid man.

"I'm really trying to be professional here, Donna. I explained my rules. You're breaking my rules. You're not allowed to do that. It's as simple as that."

"Josh?" she encourages, letting both hands completely enclose the base of my cock. "I know you don't like to lose at anything, and while I'm not exactly sure why you think having sex would constitute losing in any way, I understand why you're resisting."

"Really?"

"No," she shrugs and gives me a wide grin. "Josh, I learned a long time ago that you were so screwed up that I would never be able to understand half of what you say or do, and I'd just have to learn to smile and nod and let you get on with it."

"Ah." I say because, once more, I'm at a loss for words. I can't think straight when she's touching me like this. Which she shouldn't be. Except... if she stops I might scream from frustration.

"And then," she continues, shifting her fingers so they trail up the sides of my cock which is responding enthusiastically again. "I realized that it didn't matter what your problems were because I'd help you figure out the ones I understood, and the ones I couldn't, I'd help distract you from."

"Donna," I begin but, by bending her head down and, very softly, touching her lips to the tip of my cock, she stops anything further I was planning on saying - instead eliciting an embarrassing gurgle from my throat.

"This was supposed to be a bit of fun, Josh," she murmurs against my skin. "That's the whole point of Truth or Dare."

"But we've never played the Truth part," I gasp as her tongue starts running down my cock, "and you keep making my dares too hard."

"What's so hard about sitting in a chair and having sex with the woman you love?" Donna asks, lifting her head to give me a wide grin. "The only hard thing about it is this..." she grins as she tugs gently on the thing in question then bends over to wrap her lips around it.

She's right, of course. As always. I'm refusing sex because I hate losing but is it really losing when I get to have sex with her? Isn't that the point?

"Besides," Donna adds, once more removing her mouth and definitely leaving me on the screaming edge of frustration. "Have you, in your addle minded brain, realized that you're the ultimate boss here? The President notwithstanding, you're the one who runs this place. You're allowed to change any rules you make to suit the situation." She smiles again. "If you decided to make a rule about having sex in your office then we're not doing anything wrong."

"Donna."

She bends her head down to taste me again. "Mmm?

"I think that," I begin, then snap my mouth shut to stop grunting as her heads starts to move up and down.

"Hmm?"

"Under certain... ahh, situations... okay, stop now because I can't think when you're doing that."

She removes her lips from my cock and rolls her eyes at me. "That's kinda the point, Josh."

"If you stop this right now, and untie me and let me get to my meeting which I'm sure has already begun but I can't tell because my hands are tied and I can't see my watch-"

Her fingers resume stroking me and I bite back a groan. "You can so see your watch, Josh. Stop complaining before I decide to stop having sex with you altogether."

"Now we both know that that's an empty threat, Donna," I scoff, feeling a very uncomfortable because my erection is still desperately seeking a release that I am refusing to give despite the continuous up and down movement of Donna's hands. "You could no more resist me, than I could resist you."

"Oh?"

"Come on! You practically orgasm every time I kiss you," I tease, gratified when a blush spreads across her face. "There's no way you can go an hour without wanting me to touch you!" The minute the words leave my mouth I realize that I've played right into her hands. With a smile, she releases my cock, and gets up off her knees, dusting them down. I eye her warily. I know that smile. I'm afraid of that smile.

"Exactly, Josh. We spend at least twelve hours a day working in offices three minutes from each other. I spend entirely too long each day thinking about what I want to do to you when we get home which isn't a good thing when I'm trying to concentrate on the First Lady's agenda."

"Donna."

"Be quiet," she commands and I let her continue. "Josh, I've pretty much arrived at the conclusion that I can't waste my time daydreaming about getting you naked and flat on your back, when all I need to do is come across the building, lock your door, have sex with you on your desk, and then return to my job. At which time, I'll be able to actually do my job. As I said before, our time apart is entirely too long to go without being able to even touch you and you just confirmed that."

I nod slowly, resignedly. "I did, didn't I."

"You did," Donna grins. "So..." She grips the hem of her skirt and drags it up to reveal absolute nakedness. Donna is standing in my office in definite bare bottomed nakedness. "Care to change the rules now?"

I stare at the part of her that has never before been seen in the cold light of the White House and instantly change my mind.

"Donna?"

"Yes?"

With some difficulty, I drag my eyes upwards to her face. "I think we should have sex in the office. My office. Here. Right now."

"Good idea," she smiles, and her hair brushes against my face as she leans forward to kiss me. "It'll have to be quick through because your meeting is due to start any minute."

"I think that it'll be extremely quick, Donna," I mutter. "You've been teasing me to the point of no return the past twenty minutes."

"And yet you refused to submit to me," she muses.

"Because of the no sex in the office rule," I remind her. "Since I've now given my permission that we can actually have sex-"

"Permission?" she snorts. "A couple more minutes of me sucking you off and you would have come everywhere."

"So untie me and we can go at it!" I demand, but she shakes her head and grabs my wrists to roll my chair closer to the desk. She leans back against the edge and smiles at me and I hold back a groan. Her naked ass is on my desk. Her naked ass is on my desk and her hand is between her legs and she's... "Oh... my God."

"I know you Josh, and I know that the minute you're inside me you'll come and I'll be left behind so if it's all the same to you, I'm going to take care of myself first."

"You're what?" I screech. "What the-"

"I am going to sit here on your desk and do things to myself that I know you'd rather be doing but, because you've been annoying today, you don't get to do," she grins. "And don't tell me that masturbation in the office is against the rules because we never made a rule about that in the first place."

"Are you trying to kill me here?" I complain and she shifts on the desk, using her free hand to prop herself up as she raises her legs to rest her feet on my knees "Donnnna!"

Donna ignores my plea, her fingers moving faster as she leans back, giving me a wide open view of everything and I think I might pass out from the enormous amount of stress this image is now giving me. Yet I can't stop staring, and I know my mouth is wide open and I'm sure my eyes are practically bugging out of my head.

She moans softly as her fingers slip over her clit, and I know she's almost there because her head is falling backwards, and her breathing is deep and low pitched. I love that I know this about her, but I also hate that she's having an orgasm without me and that I can't touch her while she's having it.

"Josh," she whispers, her voice thick with arousal. "Watch me come."

"Okay."

Donna lifts her head to stare into my eyes as her hand moves faster. Her middle finger thrusts up right where my cock is aching to be, and she presses her palm firmly against her clit. Three seconds later, her face pink and flushed, she has an orgasm right on my desk. The desk that I work on every day but will never again be able to work on without thinking of this exact moment. Or hearing the low groan of pleasure that's now filling my office.

The arches of her feet press into my thighs, toes curling as she finishes, fingers slowing to a stop. She closes her eyes, exhaling softly, before smiling lazily in my direction. "Was that good for you?"

"Don't tease me, Donna," I whine. "My heart can't take that kind of abuse."

She opens her eyes and quirks another smile. "So I should fix it by...?"

"What do you think?" I hiss at her, and use my hands to wave in the generation direction of my lap.

"Oh, right," Donna nods. She drops her feet to the floor and slides off the edge of my desk. "That was the point of this whole thing."

"Damn right it was."

"You don't have to get snarky with me, you know," she grumbles, reaching for my erection with the hand she'd just been using on herself. I try not to let my eyes roll up into the back of my head as her sticky fingers start stroking very gently. "I guess you're ready?"

I try very hard not to scream at her, instead saying, "I believe I am, yes."

"Excellent." Donna lets go of me momentarily and spins on her heel and bends her knees. Her hand encloses my erection again as she hovers above me, looking over her shoulder. "Try not to come right away, Josh."

"Like that's going to happen," I gasp, closing my eyes as her hand guides me up inside her. As she sinks down, I try to regulate my breathing to avoid hyperventilation as her hot, wet flesh surrounds my aching cock.

"God," I whisper, as she settles herself on my lap. Between being completely tied to the chair and her weight pressing me down, I can't move anything apart from my head. "I don't-"

"Just sit here, Josh," Donna interrupts. "Let me do this."

"'Kay," I mutter. Her right hand is still between her legs, squeezing the base of my erection tightly. She leans back against my chest and shifts her hips, and the new angle of her body bends my cock backwards. I growl involuntarily.

"Shh," she hushes, shifting her hand away from my cock and squeezing her thighs together. "Remember the paper thin walls here?"

"Sorry, sorry."

Donna drops her head backwards onto my shoulder and looks at me. "I love you," she says softly. "I'm glad you changed the rules."

"I've yet to be glad, Donna, but I'm sure I will be very soon." I reply and twist my face to gently touch my lips to hers; after a few seconds she opens her mouth and I slide my tongue inside. She tastes creamy from the yogurt and salty from the stolen fries but before I can explore further, she moves her head away. I whimper in disappointment and she smiles.

"You're such a baby, Josh. You go from being adamant about no kissing, no touching, and absolutely no sex, to whining when you don't get any of it?"

"I'm not getting sex now," I point out. "And before you tell me that we are having sex, you should know that me being tied to a chair, unable to move, is not sex by any sensible definition of the word."

"So just because you're not thrusting up into me, we're not having sex?" Donna asks, trying, and failing, to hide a grin. "You're an idiot."

"I should be allowed to actually move when having sex, Donna!"

Her grin widens. "You've got to get your control issues under control."

"Ironic," I mutter, and swoop towards her for another kiss but she quickly moves her head out of my reach, denying me. I sigh loudly and say, "God, why on earth did I ever decide to start dating you?"

"You're not dating God, Josh, but if that's how you like to think of me I can't complain," Donna laughs. "As long as you get down on you hands and knees and worship me."

"I seem to recall doing that last night," I respond.

Donna nods, "And I returned the favor not five minutes ago."

"What?" I demand loudly. "All I remember is you gave me a few half hearted licks before getting yourself off on the edge of my desk."

"Something which you'll never forget," Donna replies. "And if you think that saying the only reason you go down on me is so I'll return the favor will annoy me enough to climb off you and deny you that orgasm that, despite all evidence to the contrary, you don't seem to want to have then you have another thing coming. Figuratively speaking of course."

"I can have an orgasm any time I like," I insist. "I could have one right now if I wanted."

"But?"

"I don't want," I say stubbornly, partly because I really don't like losing, but mostly because I know her and she'll take it as an opportunity to make me come which is what I really, really want. I know how to use reverse psychology with the best of them. "I don't want to have an orgasm because I want to teach you a lesson. You see, Donna, I might have given in and changed the rules but I've decided that I'm going to refuse to come until I'm ready."

"Oh?" Her voice is laced with amusement and she presses her face against my neck, and nips at my earlobe. "I think you'll come when I say you'll come."

"I dare you to make me," I challenge, and then groan when I realize that, once again in my life, I've spoken without thinking and that once again I've forgotten that she's even more of a master manipulator than I am.

"I accept," she murmurs, "and I dare you not to come."

I narrow my eyes at her, furious that she's turned the tables on me. "You're on."

"Loser...?"

"Decides once and for all what the no kissing, touching, or... fucking rules are for the office," I offer, knowing that no matter who wins, there will be a lot of kissing, touching and fucking in the office, in the years to come.

"Deal."

She moves her mouth away from my neck, grins at me, and settles her head back on my shoulder. I stare down past her beautifully naked breasts, wishing that I could wrap my mouth around one of them, to where our bodies are joined.

"So?" I prompt her. "Go on then."

"All in good time," she says softly, bringing her hand up to her left breast. Idly, she rolls the nipple between to fingers and I swallow the very large lump in my throat as I watch it tighten under her ministrations. I drag my eyes away, focusing again on her bare thighs.

"What if I did this?" she asks, and her right hand slides across her thighs and slips between her legs; I press my lips together to avoid the groan bubbling up when I feel her nails scrape against the painful hardness of my erection.

"You know the wonderful thing about you, Josh?"

"What?" I grunt, trying to focus my gaze on anything other than the expanses of pale skin in front of my eyes. I close them and try to convince myself that I have some sort of control over my life, my office, and my cock. Control over Donna is another matter entirely because it's something I know I will never have.

"You have absolutely no control over the fact that you find me completely and utterly irresistible and that no matter what you're thinking, which is something along the lines of how much you can< control your orgasm... I know that you really can't."

I mull over this for a few seconds, trying to understand how my sweet and gentle girlfriend could get so turned on by tying me up and doing exactly what she liked with me.

"So this is an ego thing?" I ask quickly, trying to muster up enough of a level of annoyance at her so I can focus on that instead of how much my body is demanding I give in.

"No, it's a power thing, Josh," Donna sighs. "You get to run the country. I get to run you. So to speak."

"Ah," I nod, "so it turns you on that you control the man who controls the country."

"Helps control the country, Josh. But yes, that's about it."

"How is it that I never knew this before?"

"Because we only started having sex a few months ago. Did you want me to tell you that I've always wanted to do this to you... right from the beginning?"

I blink a few times, trying to process this new information. "Always?"

Donna nods her head against my shoulder. "And all those years you thought of me as the innocently sweet and fresh faced college graduate-"

"I don't recall you ever graduating college," I interrupt with a gleeful smile.

She frowns at me. "Just for that incredibly insulting reminder, I've decided that this is your punishment, Josh. And a punishment for failing the dare to keep quiet and for being so smug about giving me permission to do this. This," she emphasizes, "is sex my way. Me on top and you unable to do anything without my permission. In fact, you unable to do anything at all." She clenches her flesh around my cock; when I grunt loudly in response she adds, "I suppose it's no good me daring you to keep quiet during this?"

"We already have a dare going so I wouldn't accept. And who has the control issues now?" I mock her.

She gives me another smile and drops her head back down. "You didn't know that about me, did you, Josh?"

"That you seek to control me during sex as well as life?"

"Yes," she nods.

"I'm not at all surprised."

"Tell me I win then," she cajoles softly. "Tell me that you lose and I win this whole game of Truth or Dare."

"We never did Truth."

"That's because the Dare side of the game was more fun," Donna murmurs and her nails scrape on my cock as she rubs her clit.

"Not the running down the hall naked!" I exclaim. "That was no fun at all."

"But this is fun, right?" I nod, and she adds, "Then say it."

I tell myself the reason I'm giving up is because if I don't then she'll think of some way to pay me back for being a bad loser. And it has nothing to do with the fact that my cock is still buried inside her, desperately craving release but unable to because I can't move it at all. "You win."

"Then ask me to fuck you, Josh," she whispers against my mouth. "Right here, right now in your office with any old Tom, Dick, or Harry able to open your door and see me naked on your lap."

"There's a Harry on staff?"

She presses her lips against the side of my mouth and then says, "I love how you can make jokes when you're in such a helpless position."

"I'm very talented."

"You're very stupid. Say it," she commands, and squeezes me again.

"I want you to fuck me," I blurt out before I can stop myself, and she presses herself down more firmly onto my lap. Her hips start rocking and I plead, "I want to touch you."

"Now you know that I can't untie you, Josh," she scolds gently. "Even though I know you're enjoying this, I can't help but believe that you'll try to stop me."

"Not this close to orgasm," I gasp as she pauses for a few seconds and then starts moving again. "Will you stop that already? You think my cock can take this kind of abuse?"

"Yes because it has no choice. You need to come now, Josh, otherwise you're going to miss your meeting."

"No."

"Yes."

"I won't," I say stubbornly. "Not until-" I'm interrupted by the shrill ring of the telephone on my desk. Donna instantly stops her rocking and lifts her head to stare it.

"That'll be the Sit Room wondering where you are," she says thoughtfully. "Guess Anna put your calls through here when she went to lunch."

"Yes."

"If it isn't answered, they'll send someone to find you."

"I know," I nod. "I know."

"And since you're all tied up... I should..."

"Yes."

"Okay." Donna leans forward and grabs the receiver with her free hand. "Josh Lyman." Her other hand continues to rub at her clit, fingers scratching against the base of my cock. "Yes, I know he's late, he's a little tied up with something."

"Donna!" I hiss. "Don't you-"

Donna ignores me and continues her conversation. "Yes, he'll be coming in a minute; I'll make sure of it." I groan softly and she turns her head to give me a smile. "Yes, we were just going through some stuff that really needed to be remedied. It couldn't wait any longer." She nods at the response. "Yes, of course. We'll finish up now."

She hangs up the phone and I drop my head back against the chair and try not to scream.

"That was-"

"I don't want to know," I whimper. "I really do not want to know. I just need to get to my meeting and pretend that this whole fiasco never happened."

"You don't want an orgasm?"

"I want to get to my meeting, Donna. This is exactly why I instigated the no sex in the office rule."

"To avoid potentially embarrassing phone calls from you're the Joint Chiefs while you're fucking your girlfriend?" she grins.

"YES!" I roar. "I knew this day was going to be bad. I knew it."

"This day can still turn out very, very good indeed, Josh. All you need to do is come."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

Donna leans right back against my chest, pressing herself further down onto my cock. She's not heavy but because every free part of my body is tied firmly to the chair, I really can't move at all now. The hand not rubbing her clit comes up around my neck and her fingers twine through the hair at the nape of my neck. But instead of feeling completely trapped, I'm burning with lust.

I don't think I've ever wanted her more than I do at this time.

"Josh," she whispers, her breath warm on my cheek. The fingers between her legs are moving between her clit and my cock, and they're hot and wet and sticky and I can barely breathe because of the cacophony of sights, smells and sounds assaulting my senses.

"Yes?" I manage to choke out, every nerve in my body on fire because I'm almost there, and the room is suddenly closing in on me - the beginnings of my orgasm tightening the skin all over my body, raising the hairs on my arms, crushing my lungs with pleasure.

"Look at me," Donna commands, and I turn my face to stare in her eyes. She smiles slowly and lazily again, and lifts her face to kiss me. As I open my mouth to settle onto hers, she whispers. "Come now, Josh."

And I do. Despite my best efforts the past half hour to avoid letting her win anything, I come violently and forcefully, exploding up inside her in an orgasm that immediately blanks out every thought in my mind. All I can focus on is the burningly exquisite feeling of my release and her hot, wet flesh continuously squeezing my erection.

As I finish, and awareness of my surroundings returns, Donna's body tenses and shudders, and I stare into her eyes as she vibrates around my cock. They're bright and shiny and brilliantly blue, and I watch her face change as her orgasm overpowers her. Her lips are parted slightly, mouth wet and I can't resist any longer, and I kiss her, teasing her tongue with mine. She gasps a moan into my mouth, and her nail dig into my neck but I keep kissing her until she starts to relax.

When she stops twitching, and my cock, while still buried deep inside her, softens to the point of discomfort, she pulls away from my mouth and leans forward. "I'm just going to clean myself up and then I'm going to untie you, Josh," she says. "Don't try to think about getting back at me."

"I won't," I promise, except, yeah... I'm going to get back at her. At some point, at some time in our lives, I'm going to exact revenge. If I have to tie her up and do things to her to achieve that... so be it.

Donna smiles softly, and slides off my lap, reaching for the napkins left over from lunch. She's facing away from me, but her skirt is still bunched around her waist, giving me a tantalizing view of her naked ass. And while I'm really not ready to go again, the sight of her cleaning herself off is creating little tremors of desire that are shooting straight down to my cock.

I sit there silently as she turns back to me, smoothing her skirt down so I can no longer see one of the nicest physical parts of her body. Something I plan to rectify just as soon as she unties me. She smiles again and cleans off my cock with a fresh napkin, before tucking it back into my boxers and carefully zipping my pants back up.

"Thanks," is all I can manage as her fingers reach for the knot tying one of my wrists to the arm rest. Her hand leaves sticky trails across my skin as she loosens it, pulling the foot of the pantyhose away. "That was..."

"Yeah," Donna murmurs. "Yeah."

She turns her attention to my other wrist and I focus on the fact that she's standing in front of me, wearing only a skirt, and I haven't been able to touch her since this whole debacle began.

And I really, really want to touch her. And taste her. Her skin is flushed, nipples still hard, and her whole body has this air of... complete and utter satisfaction about it. If she leaves this office any time soon, anyone who sees her will have absolutely no doubt as to what she's just been doing. Or who she's been doing. Which means I have to keep her here until everyone leaves. And we'll have to find something to do to pass the time...

When my other wrist is released, Donna bends down to undo the belt from around my feet, and I pull her pantyhose from around my waist and shove them into my pocket. As soon as she starts to stand up again, I bounce out of my chair and grab her waist, pushing her backwards until her ass hits the desk.

"What are you doing?" she hisses.

"Kissing you," I reply, and do so, pressing my mouth firmly against hers. A few seconds of tongue play later, I add, "And doing this."

Before she can stop me, I push her down on the desk, push up her skirt, and bury my face between her legs.

And taste her. "Oh, God. What are you doing?" she whimpers as I angle her hips upwards.

"Shhh," I hum into her warmth. Her body shudders as my tongue flicks lightly over her salty, sweet clit. I know what I'm tasting is partly her and partly me and although I've never gone down on her after I've fucked her, it's not bothering me at all. After being completely unable to touch her the past half an hour, I just really really need to do this. Now.

"Josh, you don't have time." Her voice is high and breathless, and her legs are wrapped around my neck as I tug gently at her clit, which leads me to believe that she doesn't really care about the time.

I give her a few more nips and say, "I have all the time in the world, the Joint Chiefs will wait."

"What about the no sex rule?"

"I changed my mind," I shrug. "New rule: sex in the office any time either of us want."