She has the work set out, and she is doing it. Work I don't fucking need done at all. Work that a number of the employees at Barwon could do.
She doesn't look up.
Lola knows I'm there, and her cheeks tinge pink as my cock starts to harden at the sight of her.
She has her hair pulled back, some of the curling strands falling free, and she looks fucking delicious in my clothes.
There is really something to be said for clothes that are a bit big, and I think I discovered that out in the kitchen earlier this morning when I fingered her to orgasm.
"Want to go into town to get some clothes?"
I think some loose dresses, lingerie. Fuck, she could have jeans, too. But I like her a little business-y as it gets my power dynamic fantasies rolling.
Fuck. It is not just the Alex side that loves the power play. It is me. It is buried in me, and I can see with perfect clarity how the kink of power and control over Lola plays right into the kink of denial.
Denying her is denying me.
Maybe it is the denial of her not knowing it is me. Or robbing her of sight.
I'm hit with the idea of a latex mask and breathing tube, submerging her in a bath while I order her not to move, order her to part her thighs so I can finger-fuck her.
I want to tie her up so she can't move, order her not to speak and see if I can make her come just from breast play.
Oh fuck, yeah. It opens so many possibilities, from the deeply controlling to the run-of-the-mill: ordering her to stay still, to suck my cock, to get me off, and then make her wait.
But then that goes into me denying myself for the better payoff down the road.
Lola just types, eyes on the screen, and I go into the study and move behind her, sliding my hand down the t-shirt, into her bra, to tweak her nipple.
And she lets out the smallest moan as her nipples grow even harder.
Because she was aware of me the moment I stepped into the room. And she was turned on by me.
"Stop that," she says. "I'm working."
For a moment, I almost keep going because she didn't say "blue banana."
But then it hits me. Blue fucking banana is her and Alex.
So, I stop, pulling my hand up to the top of her chest.
"We can't leave your sister here." She wiggles a little to try to shake me off her.
So, I act like the gentleman I'm not and step away.
It strikes me she is being stiff as she types, stiff before I stepped in and touched her. So, what if she isn't actually working?
I lean down so I can peek at the computer, but she really is working.
I turn my attention to her.
"Lyndall would be coming. I'm not a fool."
This time, she glares at me. "I'm working."
"We could play boss and underling," I murmur. "And you could get on your knees..."
She gets pinker and shoves me. "Go away."
