** It is her first time alone with me. I know she intends to seduce me; she knows I see her intent as well. I haven’t decided whether this will be a one-time thing, or whether I’ll be interested in more. I want it to be more, but I don’t know her ability.
She is standing in front of me now. I stare into her eyes, locked. We both feel aroused. My eyes move down slowly, appraising. She is nervous. She knows I can sense it, in her body, hearing her breath, seeing how she holds her shoulders, how her hands can’t quite hang still at her sides. A slight quiver in her knees, barely perceptible.
She steals a glance downward, seeing my bulge taking shape. She looks back up, and is once again looking straight into my eyes.
I look back.
She’s spoken to me before, asking my advice on unrelated matters. About this, never. Not verbally. Not with any written language. She’s seen my body language, noticed me looking at her before. I always enjoy looking right back at her when she sees.
I look straight into her eyes a few seconds more, sensing her uncertainty. I give a slight nod, eyes still locked on hers. I speak to her, extending a lifeline. I hold my voice steady, authoritative. One I’ve used to exude and instill confidence, but a voice that also betrays my impatience. “Am I going to have to unzip it for you?” I ask. She flinches. She realizes that disappointing me should be avoided. Hands trembling, falling to her knees, she reaches for my belt. Eyes looking back up to mine, she takes my cock in her mouth. It slides easily at first. Acting in what I interpret as an effort to please and impress me, she pushes a little more. I see it is as much as she can take. Right at the threshold of choking, tears well in her eyes. I touch her cheek with my palm, fingertips brushing her jawline. “Good girl.”
*** I can’t help but feel a sense of pride as I hear him say those words, “good girl”. I can feel my pussy getting wet as I continue to suck his cock. I lace my arms around his legs to give myself some leverage. I feel his skin slide across my tongue, I tease the head as it almost exits my mouth and then bob downward once more. I am savoring this moment, though just minutes before I questioned the judgment I had when I decided showing up in the Senior Engineers office with nothing on under my oversized blazer was a good idea. I couldn’t help it, he gave me that look, the one that in the simplest of ways conveys “when I want something I get it.” Only I want him too.
I don’t want to take my eyes off of him. I want to see him enjoy how much I suck his cock. His head falls back and his posture slackens. His hand tangles in my hair and he applies the slightest pressure, guiding my mouth. When he wants he holds me there, his cock in the back of my throat. He likes control. The power he feels as he watches my eyes fill with tears is godlike. Even still, I try to last as long as I can before I show him I need to breathe. He pulls away from my mouth and tells me to stand. I obey and despite just having had his very erect cock in my mouth I still feel myself blush at the idea of standing there in front of him, fully naked, and fully unsure what his plans for me are.
He steps to me, my buttucks already grazing his desk. My pulse quickens as I realize figuratively and almost literally I’m backed into a wall. I can feel his breath, he touches my cheek with his palm once more then draws his hand down and around to the back of my neck underneath my hair. He pulls my face to his and kisses me, hard. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and almost as quickly he pulls away, his teeth graze my bottom lip. He keeps his hand on the back of neck and his other hand traces a path down my sternum, my stomach, and he stops just above my pussy. He says, as if he already knows “let’s see how wet you are.” He plunges his hand downward, caressing my labia, just barely grazing my engorged clitoris and I nearly melt into a puddle on the floor. He switches back and forth between fingers inside of me and fingers rubbing my clit, teasing and tormenting me. I don’t stop looking at him but I feel so weak in the knees as if I’m losing balance.
He stops and pulls his hand away from me, my body instinctively and desperately moving in the same direction, following his fingers. Quickly he grabs me and turns me around, my back now to him. Once again he’s lacing his fingers over my neck but this time I feel as he applies pressure to my throat and pulls me back to him, my buttocks cradling his manhood. He then wraps his arm around me and one last time inspects how wet I am with his hand. I rest my head against his chest and shoulder as he softly pushes my body down onto his desk and asks what I want. I answer, pleadingly “I want your cock, please” and he responds approvingly, “good girl”
C. Stephens
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tvukzs/writing_lines_mfds
This was good. I liked the shifts in perspective during this scene.