I could feel him staring at me from across the boardroom table.
This wasn’t a wayward glance, but an outright stare. When he dropped his pen off of the table, I had a moment of solace in which I wasn’t being glared at. I kept my eyes trained to the front of the room, focusing on the presentation that was being given to us. I did all of the right things: nod when I was supposed to, laugh when a bad joke was made, and I certainly didn’t look at my phone despite the flurry of text messages that he was sending to me.
I ran my finger along the peter pan neckline of my dress distractedly. The urge to pull out my phone and check the messages was overwhelming, but that didn’t mean that I was going to. I could literally feel my resolve slipping with each vibration from my phone. Instead of giving in, I moved my hands under my lap and sat on them. I knew what he wanted, and I didn’t want to give in. A moment later, I felt another buzz against my lap.
My eyes slid from the front of the room to him, where he was trying to hide his grin by biting on the tip of his recently dropped pen. He met my eyes and winked before turning his attention back to the presenter. Sitting across from him was almost worse than sitting next to him. If he had just gotten here earlier, then he would have been able to get his customary seat beside me, and he probably wouldn’t be doing this. But no, instead, he took an extra moment at his desk, and Janet came in to take his seat. Damn it, Janet.
When the meeting ended, I filed out with everyone else, anxious to get to my seat and read my texts. By the time I made it to my chair, I was about ready to start elbowing people out of my way.
My eyes greedily took in the words he had written to me:
*“Look at you. Sitting there with your prudish clothing on. Little does everyone else know that you beg me to let you suck my cock. What do you think they would do if they knew what you wore under it?”*
*“I’m tempted to crawl under this table and put my head between your legs. How long do you think you could keep a straight face?”*
*“Better yet, I want to lay you on the table and tease you for the rest of this meeting. I want to see everyone’s reactions as you’re screaming my name and pleading with me to let you come.”*
*“… Are you literally sitting on your hands?”*
I let out a giggle at the last message, and hastily put my phone back in the pocket of my dress. I looked down at the article of clothing thoughtfully. It wasn’t prudish! Sure, the neckline was quite high and chaste, but it was cute. It landed in the middle of my thigh, which certainly wasn’t a prudish length.
I looked over at him to find him staring back at me. He had a small smile on his face from my reactions to his messages, and I rolled my eyes at him dramatically. I knew I was blushing, and I bit my lip. I was always excited for our nights together, but I couldn’t wait to see what he had planned for us tonight.
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I looked up at my hands that were fastened above my head. I pulled against the rope experimentally, seeing how much give I had. As it turns out, the answer was none: I could barely move my arms.
He looked down at his handiwork. I was lying naked, with the exception of my thigh highs (as per his request), on the center of his bed, my arms spread wide and tied to the corners of his headboard. He took his time looking down at my body, and he moved his hand to follow his eyes. His hand ran over my body slowly, starting at my cheek, sliding down over my neck. He cupped my breast almost tenderly, sweeping his thumb over the nipple, before continuing his descent. When his hand made it to my thigh, he looked back up at me. I swallowed, staring back at him.
“I think you’ve seen enough,” he said, moving his hand off of me and grabbing a blindfold from his nightstand. I opened my mouth to reply, but he shook his head as he lowered the blindfold over my head.
In the darkness, everything else was much sharper. I could hear every breath that I took, and the anticipation was cranked up to an entirely new level. I arched into his hand as it came down to pinch my nipple. He pulled his fingers up, pulling the nipple with them. He gave it a playful jiggle before releasing the sensitive bud. I moaned, needing more contact with him. There was some shuffling, and he settled between my legs. He lifted my thighs over his, running his hands over my legs slowly. He moved both of his hands back to my tits. I gasped and moaned, trying to push myself against him as he teased me.
“You’re so fucking responsive,” he murmured, and I felt his breath against my chest. I held my breath as I felt his hot mouth around my sensitive flesh, and I began making small whimpering noises. I struggled against my restraints uselessly, trying to get closer to him as he sucked and teased my nipple. He moved his hands down my sides gently, his light touches driving me crazy.
“Do you need something?” he asked innocently, and I could picture the shit-eating grin on his face as he said it. He continued to tease me as I struggled to respond. I was so worked up that I could barely form words. Quicker than lightning, his hand gripped my jaw. “I asked you a question. Do you need something?”
“Yes!” I breathed, needing him to continue what he had been doing. “Please touch me. Please!”
“Where do you want me to touch you?”
“Anywhere,” I begged, desperate.
“That’s pretty vague,” he said condescendingly as he tweaked my nipple again. I moaned in response, squirming on his bed. He moved one finger between my legs, running it along the slit of my pussy lips. “Do you want me to touch you here?”
“Yes – oh god, please.” I tried to move my pussy against his hand, but he moved it away. When he moved it back, I planted my feet on the bed, trying my hardest to not move against him.
He said something about being a good plaything as he plunged his finger inside of me. I gasped and closed my eyes behind the blindfold, entirely focused on not moving my hips. He fingered me slowly, continuing to only use one finger, and I whimpered when his mouth was back on my nipples. He tortured me like this until I was a babbling mess, and I was begging him to let me suck him off. He rubbed my clit in small circles, causing me to involuntarily arch into him.
“You want to suck on my cock?” he asked, and I could feel myself getting closer at the thought of it.
“I want to gag on you,” I moaned, rolling my hips as he increased his tempo.
Suddenly, all sensation was gone. I heard him move off of the bed, and I nearly started salivating at the sound of his belt being undone. I opened my mouth for him as I heard his jeans hit the floor, waiting for him.
“Fuck,” he said. “You’re such a naughty little slut, aren’t you? Waiting to be fed this cock?”
I nodded my head, running my tongue over my open lips. I felt him kneel next to my head, and he pushed his cock into my mouth. I moaned as I sucked on him, running my tongue over the head. I moved my head up slightly, taking him deeper. I jumped slightly as he put his hand between my legs again, his finger rubbing my clit again.
I moaned around his cock as I sucked on him earnestly, wishing I could use my hands. He thrust into my mouth as I pressed my tongue against him. I pressed my clit against his fingers, meeting his rhythm as he rubbed me. I felt my body tightening, waves of pleasure crashing over my body as I started to come. His other hand held my hair as he fucked my mouth, my cries of pleasure muffled by his cock.
As I came down, he pulled himself out of my mouth and moved off of the bed. I squirmed on the bed, pulling on the ropes restlessly. The light in the room was blinding as he pulled off the blindfold, staring down at me. I blinked up at him, allowing my eyes to adjust to the light. He looked along my body again as he stroked himself, his cock still glistening with my spit.
He climbed back onto the bed, slowly positioning himself between my legs again. He put his hands on my knees, pushing them apart until I was spread out in front of him. He moved forward, letting his cock rest against my pussy lips. I let out a breathy whimper as he slid his cock between my lips, and the wet sound that it made as he rubbed himself between them was about all I could take.
“Please fuck me,” I begged, trying to push my hips towards him. From his grip on my knees, I was completely stuck where I was. Try as I might, I was completely at his mercy.
He leaned down, taking my abused nipple back into his mouth. He sucked on it and flicked his tongue against it, causing me to make impatient sounds as I continued to beg him. Finally, he moved his hips back slightly to position himself at my entrance. He took his time sliding into me, and I felt every inch enter me. I moved my hips as much as I could, trying to take him deeper. He took one slow stroke, then two. After the third, he moved his hands to underneath my knees, holding my legs up and straightening as he began to drive into me.
I moaned his name loudly, arching my back as he fucked me. His thumb moved onto my clit and he rubbed me.
“Come on this cock,” he commanded. “Be a good slut and come all over me.”
I nodded, closing my eyes as I wrapped my leg around him, the other one still in his grip. I arched on the bed, his words and movements taking me over the edge again, and my pussy squeezed around him as I came. He kept up his punishing pace as his breathing hitched, his hand dropping my other leg and moving into my hair. He leaned down and kissed me hard, moaning into my mouth as he began to cum inside of me.
I moved with him as he finished, both of us breathing heavily. I closed my eyes as he slid out of me, sighing contentedly. He moved off of the bed again, coming around and kneeling beside my head again.
“Lick it clean,” he ordered. I complied, running my tongue from the base to the tip, tasting both of us. I looked up at him as I licked him, watching him watch me. He leaned over and began to untie me, pulling his cock away from my tongue.
He rubbed my shoulders as I sat up, making sure that they were all right. I smiled at him cheekily, assuring him that I was just fine.
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