She moves back from the door before pulling it wide open and leaning against the doorframe with one arm raised and a sultry look in her eyes. She’s undone the two braids she had in her hair, leaving her long red strands in these wavy curls, and flopped most of them onto one side of her head.
I take a quick look at her and snort. “Is this supposed to be the irresistible outfit? Because I have to say, I’m a little disappointed, Emma.” I mean, don’t get me wrong, she’s still sexy as hell. But all she’s wearing is a long trench coat with black stilettos and stockings, nothing out of the ordinary.
Her arm drops from the wall, and she glares at me. “Of course not. It’s what’s underneath that’s the real show.” She breathes out exasperatedly and gives me these wide eyes. “Now get into character and pretend I have makeup on and the whole nine yards.” She steps back into the bathroom and shuts the door. “Are you in character?” she shouts quietly through the door.
“Give me a sec.” I get up quickly and close her bedroom door, not wanting all the noise we’re making to wake Gracie, and hurry back to my seat. I pick up a pen from the pen holder and relax in the chair. “Ready.” I have no idea what’s about to happen, but I’ll admit that a sense of adrenaline and excitement runs through my veins at this moment.
The door swings open once more, and instead of her leaning against the frame like she had previously done, she steps into the room and shuts the bathroom door behind her. “Hi, Mr. Ford,” she purrs my name while holding onto the front of her coat. “I heard it was your lunch break and thought you might like some company.”
I smirk, letting my eyes trail down her body slowly and playing into my character. “I wouldn’t say no to some company.”
“I also brought a treat for you to enjoy.” She takes a step closer, then pulls her coat open and lets it drop to the floor behind her. And fuck, she was not kidding when she said her outfit was fucking sexy. She looks delicious as hell.
A beautiful black corset wraps around her body, making her breasts nearly spill out, with the smallest pair of panties I have ever seen in my entire life. Honestly, I don’t even think you can consider them that anymore. And then there are those suspender clips holding from her corset to those thigh-high stockings that I desperately want to peel down her smooth legs.
My cock jerks in my pants at the sight of her. “Come here, Miss Mackenzie.” I push away from the desk slightly, spread my legs wider, and pat my thigh.
She smirks and slowly comes over, then leisurely turns around, giving me a full view of her ass before bending to sit down on my lap with her back slightly to me. My hand runs the length of her spine until I reach her ass cheek and give it a little squeeze. Bringing my hand back up, I cup her nape as she drops her head back slightly and lets out the tiniest moan.
Releasing her neck, I toss her hair out of the way, exposing her neck and shoulder to me as I lean closer and breathe her in, my nose gliding along her soft skin. “Did you do all of this for me, sweet Bunny?”
“Yes, Mr. Ford,” she breathes out. “Do you like your treat?”
“Mmm, very much so. It’s made me quite famished.”
This time I cup the front of her neck with my other hand before gliding down over the slope of her breasts, squeezing each. I lower my palm to her left thigh and bring it over mine so that she’s straddling my leg with hers widely spread. My fingers caress up that thigh, then the other, before delicately gliding over her center. Her head drops to my shoulder, moaning once more.
“Grey,” she whispers my name sensually but with a hint of hesitation. “I thought we agreed we wouldn’t do this again?”
“I know, but I want to show you how a real man would have responded if you walked into his office dressed like this.” I kiss her shoulder, fluttering my fingers over her covered clit again. “What do you say, Bunny? Let me show you what would have happened if you had come to me instead. I promise we’ll behave after,” I whisper in her ear, flicking her earlobe with my tongue.
She shudders against me, her hips slightly moving against my hand. “Okay, last time.”
“Such a good Bunny.” I bite her shoulder and press my fingers harder against her core, rubbing in tiny circles until she’s whimpering and moaning repeatedly. Her body trembling in my grasp.
I push her panties to the side and spread her folds that are quickly getting wetter by the second with one hand. I glide my fingers through them a few times before circling her entrance with the tip of one, then push it in.
Emma places her arm around my neck for support, lips beautifully parted as she watches my finger disappear inside her a few times before I pull it out. I lift her right leg up and place her heel on my thigh, opening her as much as possible in this position.
“Look at you dripping on my pants. Your greedy cunt loves my fingers, doesn’t it?” I whisper against her cheek.
“So much,” she moans.
“Aren’t you afraid we might get caught? That anyone could walk into my office right now and see you so exposed like this? Body begging for me.” I drag my nose against her skin as she turns her face toward mine, lips brushing together.
“I don’t care. Let them. I want you to show them how well you take care of your little Bunny.”
I smirk in response just as she captures my lips with hers, and I bring my hand back to her center, finger fucking her as we make out and get lost in the moment. Within minutes, I feel her body stiffening as her pants grow louder and her muscles contract around my fingers.
I know she’s close with the way her pussy is leaking and how her abdomen keeps clenching as she bites her lips and furrows her brows. But after a minute of having her body responding like this and nothing coming of it, I now understand why she’s struggled having orgasms in the past.
She’s too much in her head.
“Relax, Bunny,” I murmur against her temple. “Let your body do the work. Don’t think about it, just let it happen on its own. Focus on me and the pleasure you feel, not on what you want to achieve.”
She breathes out and nods, relaxing against me and turning back to claim my lips once more as I resume my hand motions, this time rubbing down on her clit instead. And within seconds, her petals are blooming, and she’s falling apart in my arms, crying out into my mouth as her orgasm hits her at full force.
I quickly seal our lips, swallowing every sound she makes in hopes to keep my little girl in the other room fast asleep. I work her through her climax until it begins to subside and pull my hand away, pecking her lips one final time.
