His other hand reaches around my waist for the zipper at my hip. With a single smooth motion, he opens my skirt. Then, he pulls it off me and tosses it aside somewhere in the room.
His hands resume their motion up my thigh, now moving towards the sensitive skin on the inside—closer and closer to where my legs connect to my hips.
I have never been more terrified or more turned on in my entire life.
Long fingers move to my thin blouse. One button. Two. Three. Each one falls open to reveal more of my bright red bra.
“Satisfied?” I ask. My voice is steady, but my pulse is racing.
“No.”
His hand moves to my bra strap, and I make a sound that might be a protest or might be a plea. Slowly, he rolls it off my shoulder, one side at a time. Then, he undoes the clasp behind my back. My nipples harden in the cool office air as his hands set my blood boiling.
Then, he pulls, exposing my breasts and holds my bra up in front of me. “Dirty little sneaks like to hide things in here all the fucking time.”
He finds nothing, of course. The bra joins my skirt somewhere in the office.
I’m breathing so fast now. My entire body is prickly with anticipation.
I bet if he looks down at my panties, he’ll see just how fucking turned on I am.
His eyes drop lower to my panties. Unlike my bra, I picked a pair of white cotton ones. I can feel how wet I already am, and I bet if he looks, he’ll see it too.
“There’s nothing there.”
“You really expect me to believe that?”
With both his hands, he hooks his fingers under the elastic band and slowly starts to roll them down. The fabric peels away from my skin, and I shiver as the cool air kisses my soaked pussy. When he finally gets my panties off my legs, he sets them on the desk next to my phone like evidence.
I’m completely naked now, save for a pair of heels as I’m splayed open on Slava’s desk like dinner. If he wants to, he can push my legs apart right now and fuck me until I can’t walk anymore.
His hand squeezes my thighs, and I bite back the moan bubbling in my throat.
“Are you about to check inside of me?”
“No,malyshka. You’re going to show me.”
Fuck…
He steps back now, crosses his arms, and clenches his jaw as he looks on, waiting. I should tell him to fuck off.
But I don’t.
Spread those pretty long legs and get in bed with him.
My legs slowly come up until I prop them open by my heels on the edge of his desk. Then, I slowly reach down, peel my slick folds open with two fingers, and I’m shocked by how fucking soaked I am.
I feel a drop leaking out and beading on his desk between my legs.
I keep my eyes on Slava the whole time as I open myself wider. His nostrils flare and there’s no mistaking the bulge in his tailored trousers. Then, he looks down at my pussy and runs his hand over his face.
For one darkly thrilling moment, I think he’s going to unzip his pants, pull out his massive cock, and fuck me like this over this desk until I forget my own name, forget why I’m here, and forget everything except the feeling of him splitting me open.
But he doesn’t. Instead, he takes a slow trembling breath, and tells me, “You can put your clothes back on.”
He steps back and I see my blouse, skirt, and bra in three different locations in the office.
My panties are still warm and damp when I pick them up.
