She leans against my desk, facing me but looking to the side. “You know it is.”
“Show me.”
“What?”
“Show me your wet pussy before I leave. So I know what I’m coming back to.”
And maybe because she’s so aroused, or because she’s gotten used to me, the request doesn’t seem to take her by surprise as much as it used to. She’s learning fast.
“H-How do you want it?” she asks.
I smile, folding my hands in front of me.
“My good little angel. Always wanting to be told what to do.” I straighten up, my jaw clenched as I stare at her beautiful legs in anticipation. “Take off your panties.”
A faint nod, and then her hands dip under her skirt and I see her thong slide down, pooling on the floor at her feet. She walks out of them and fists them in her hand.
I jerk my head toward the desk. “Haul yourself up. Sit on the desk facing me.”
She plants her hands behind her and lifts herself, her legs now dangling in the air.
“Spread them.”
She gulps, the air between us thick with sexual tension. It’s not like I haven’t seen her cunt before, but we’re both acting as if it’s the first time—me, impatient, and her, nervous.
“Very good, Dove,” I mutter. “You know what to do next.”
She sucks in a breath and, without leaving my gaze, she scrunches her skirt up, inch by inch, until her shaved pussy fills my vision and melts in my eyes.
“There you are.” I exhale, feeling my throat bob as I refrain from touching her. She’s so wet, she’s practically glistening, her clit engorged from all the blood swarming there. My eyes fixate on it, unable to look anywhere else.
This is mine. All of her is mine.
Eventually, I saunter over to her, slowly, letting her wonder if I’m going to finger her again. I tower over her small frame, lifting her chin with my index finger.
“I want you to do something for me while I’m in that meeting,” I say.
She says nothing, but the question shows on her face.
“Remember when Leon and I played with you that night?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Remember how we edged you? How I didn’t let you come for hours?”
Her brows furrow. “Y-Yes.”
“I want you to do that to yourself, Dove. Not for hours, but for the ten minutes I’ll be gone. I want to go into that meeting knowing you’ll be here, touching yourself, waiting for my permission to come. Will you be a good girl and do that for me?”
“I…”
Before she has time to think about it, I pull a small bullet vibrator out of my chest pocket and touch the tip to her slit. She whimpers, looking down at it. At my hand that is holding it.
“Will you?”
“I’ll try,” she whispers, spreading her legs more. I wonder if she’s aware of it.
“That won’t be good enough. If you come, you’ll get punished. If you don’t, I’ll reward you. Don’t worry, there are no cameras in this office. But if you lie to me, I’ll know. You know I always do.”
