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Wrote this awhile back
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Wrote this awhile back The email notification pops up in the corner the screen. Of course it can't be ignored, its from the one person with ultimate sway. “Oh what now,” muttered just loud enough that only he could hear it. Dutifully the message is opened. Lacking a subject line there was no telling what could be hidden within. After being lovers for years, then trying to maintain a friendship while not allowing it to show at work was proving to be difficult at best, at least in his mind. The message was simple, direct, and yet ominous: MY OFFICE. NOW!! Immediately jumping out of his chair, he barely remembered to lock his terminal before stepping out in a fog. Seemingly countless scenarios race through his imagination, most of them unappealing. Despite knowing each other so well, she would still act in such a way that could cut to the core, if you were unprepared. So that's what he did as he walked quickly down the never ending hallway, prepare for the worst she could dish out. He paused and took a quick yet deep breath before knocking on the open door, “You summoned?” 'About time he got here,' she thought to herself. Hoping the building desire doesn't show too quickly. Why ruin what could be such a fun moment? “Get in here and shut the door.” The words came sharply, yet not harsh. 'Is she frustrated?' he pondered while closing the door as he moved inside. “Lock it while you're at it, we need to talk.” 'Shit, this can't be good.' His voice shaken at the odd air in the room, normally he can place it but not this time, “Uhmm, okay. Did I do something wrong?” The question hung in the air for a brief moment before she started in, “Actually, it's what you're not doing that's the problem.” Before he could get his next question out, she continued on. “I know we agreed to not let our past make everything here murky. But that doesn't mean you can get away with ignoring me.” The shock plain across his face, then the flush of color as his passion and anger at the accusation had been lit. She knew what she was doing, masterfully pushing where he least expected, and she loved the result. 'Such a responsive toy he can be,' she mused while enjoying the site before her. “Now wait a damn minute. I don't ignore you. You're my fucking boss, I can't ignore you! Do I go out of my way to interact? No, I go about my business.” He could feel the energy and heat coursing through and over him now. Then he saw it, her smirk and that familiar twinkle in her eyes, and he knew she had gotten him. She didn't care about what was said, she just wanted to get a rise out of the otherwise stoic professional. “Oh, you little bitch. I see your game now.” His gaze narrowing on her, the intensity unabashed as his lips curled into a sly smile. “Let's see how well you listen, then we will know if you ignore me.” His response was a mere chuckle, trying to hide the building excitement within him. 'He has no clue what's about to happen, does he?' With that firm, no nonsense tone again, she commanded, “Get down on your knees.” “What? You can't be..” “On your knees NOW!” Her words triggering inside of him something he knew was there, never realizing she knew it too. Not able to stop himself, he immediately did as told while meekly saying, “Yes, mistress.” The words sending a shiver of excitement throughout her entire body, feeling the arousal build as she commanded him to say it again louder. “Yes, mistress. Anything for you.” His words clearly heard, her breath sharp as her increasingly wet slit clenched in anticipation. 'Does he know what that does to me?' “Now crawl under this desk,” she instructed while sliding her chair back to accommodate his order position. His instincts take over as he makes his way under the small opening. As he reaches for her closest foot she pulls it back, then uses it under his chin to lift his gaze to her own. “Take off your clothes,” the words reminiscent of her favorite fictional character, Khaleesi. “Yes, mistress.” The words leaving his lips as he begins to undress, her body responding as before. Her panties begin to dampen and her nipples harden as he follows her every command. She looks over his naked form, enjoying the sight of his hardening member, as the instructions are followed precisely and with the utmost care. He revels at the feel of her soft skin at his fingertips. Having tossed her shoes aside, he caresses her legs while lifting her skirt. 'Fuck, I've missed this,' they both say to themselves in unison. His fingers hooking her panties and pulling them down, becoming intoxicated with her scent as he kisses softly up her inner thigh. She spreads her legs wider, using her heels on his upper back to pull him in closer. His soft lips teasing around her bald mound, her nectar already dripping as his tongue slowly slides between her lips. The kiss placed on her clit forces a moan from her throat, catching her by surprise. To cover the sound, she turns her head to the side and bites into her arm. Gently using his tongue to tease and flick her clit, he begins to rhythmically suck on it. While holding her still with his arms under her hips, his hands holding her lips open, he teases her gushing hole with his tongue before returning his attention to her button. A soft moan comes from the back of his throat, the vibrations going into her unimpeded. “Mmmmm fuck. Eat that pussy,” she pants while grabbing the hair on his head, keeping his face buried between her thighs as she grinds against his mouth. 'God, that tongue of his.' As he continues to care for his mistress's clit, he takes a hand from her and gives in to temptation, slowly beginning to stroke his throbbing hard cock. He moans onto her more, feeling her juices cover his mouth and chin, feeding the craving he's been denying for far too long. Breathlessly she commands him, “Stop touching yourself. Use that hand on me, and only me.” Without a thought or hesitation, he teases her opening with his finger before filling her tight pussy with his two middle fingers. Playing with her g-spot, her moans become uncontrollable as the sensations become too much. His artful teasing of her clit with his tongue, the pressure on her g-spot, all have her on the verge of letting go to the intense wave of pleasure building deep within her. Sensing this he starts to hum onto her throbbing clit. “Oh god, don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop! I'm going to cum. I'm going to … FUCK!” She lets go, giving her body to the feelings washing and crashing over her. Her pussy clenching around his fingers, her hips bucking and twitching as he keeps his lips against her's. The shocking intensity of her long needed and overdue orgasm makes her breathing short and fast, prolonging the ecstasy as the aftershocks ebb and flow throughout her entire form and soul. She finally catches her breath enough to readjust in her chair. Taking one last deep inhale, then dismissing her newly used toy back to his work. Without saying a word, but glaring at her for the flippant tone, he dresses and storms out. Stopping before midway to smile to himself, knowing how good he made his first and only true mistress feel. Even though he didn't get a release, this time, his own pleasure filled the rest of the day and into the evening. Then it happened, a text message a few hours after getting home. It read, “Get over here now, it's your turn.” |
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