He slides a hand into my hair as I undo his pants.
Somewhere in the back of my head, a voice screams at me, "What are you fucking doing?"
But I don't know. I don't care.
This isn't real, not really. It's a game. A feast in the desert.
And as long as I don't kiss him, everything will be fine.
We continue to break every office law about power dynamics in the book, but what can I do? I'm under his control. He owns me while I work here. He pays my check, and he could stop. I don't have a choice...
The thoughts delight me.
They turn the temperature in me up higher.
I'm not really thinking as the game immerses me whole. It's like this is the way I can sneak a taste.
And who could blame me? There's nowhere for me to go.
Easing his cock from his pants, I stroke along the steel and satin of his hot skin.
I trace a vein all the way up the curve, run it along the underside of the head, and then I lick the tip, taking his precum onto my tongue like it's an amuse-bouche.
"Fuck..."
I look up at him and suck the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, running my tongue along the slit, and then I pop off. "Like this? Sir?"
"Yes, just like this. A deep, dick-tation."
It should be funny.
It's not.
It makes me shiver, and I lick him from tip to base, stroking him as I go.
When he makes a small, strangled sound as his fingers tighten in my hair, I suck him all the way in, tongue swirling as I take him to the back of my throat.
Each plunge on him stokes the flames higher, and I take him deeper, gagging on him, the saliva the blowjob causes drooling down my face.
He starts to push me further onto him, holding me to make me cough and splutter, and I blindly massage his balls.
My body's throbbing, clit aching like I need to come, but before I can take him down my throat, he drags me off him and turns me, pushing me into the desk.
I grab it because, otherwise, I could fall.
My breath comes hard as my shirt sticks to the sides of my breasts.
He pushes up my skirt, running his hands from my shoes all the way up to my ass, where he strokes between my thighs and groans, clearly feeling the wetness there.
He bites me hard on the ass, and I squeal.
"Because you didn't finish your job."
He spins me, and my ass lands hard on the desk.
"Because you stopped me."
"A good secretary knows when to start and stop and give me what I need."
