I got up early the next morning to shower, shave, and put on makeup. I even paid extra attention to my hair, making sure it was full and silky. I tried to tell myself it wasn’t to please him, but I was lying. I donned a knee-length black skirt, low black heels, and a slightly low-cut blue blouse—still work appropriate, but definitely showed off what I had.
I walked into work 15 minutes early and sat down to get some work done. I wasn’t nearly as productive as yesterday, however, as I kept getting distracted by my aching need. I could still feel the ache in my bottom from getting spanked, and it was driving me even higher. I barely got any work done before lunch, and I hadn’t seen Dr. McCain either.
On my way out of the office for lunch, I was contemplating simply having a quick orgasm in the bathroom. Distracted, I almost walked directly into him. I stumbled a bit, and blushed deeply, my eyes drawn to his. “Oh. Uh-um. Hi. Doctor. I was just on my way to lunch. How—How are you?”
I stuttered, nervous and unsure of how to behave. He smirked a bit.
“I am well. How are you this afternoon?” He responded, amusement coloring his voice.
“I’m..I’m okay. A little hungry.” I turned even redder at the implication that could create. “I mean. Um. It is lunch time. So…” trailing off, I looked away, tying to hide my fierce blush.
“It is indeed lunch time. Would you care to join me?” He asked, and I shifted on my feet.
“I..I’m not sure—”I stumbled a bit over my words, afraid to be alone with him but unable to come u with any excuse.
“Let’s try that again. Join me for lunch. Please.” I gulped and nodded slightly. He smiled and lead the way back to his office, and I trailed after him, nervously. He closed the door behind him, and turned to me.
“Strip.” He ordered, and I started a little, before looking at him with pleading eyes. If I stripped, I’d be naked. Vulnerable. I’d have no armor left. And he’d still have his, free to leave his on or take it off at his will, where I’d have no option but to stay naked. Naked, and vulnerable.
“I..please. Please don’t make me.” I whispered, looking into his eyes.
“This isn’t a discussion, girl. Strip now, or I’ll be forced to punish you.” I gulped. He was using his firm voice. I couldn’t argue with him when he used that voice. I slowly took off my blouse and skirt, avoiding his eyes. I paused, and looked at him briefly. He wasn’t looking at my body, but at my eyes, and I looked away quickly, blushing darkly as I undid my bra and stepped out of my panties. They were wet.
“Good girl. In the future, I expect you to obey as soon as I give the order, but I know you’re new to this, so I’m willing to be lenient for now.” He sat down on the leather chair and beckoned me forward. “Now, come. Sit on my lap. Back against my chest.”
A soft whimper escaped me and I walked up to him. I looked at him pleadingly again, but he returned my gaze only with those hard eyes, commanding me to do as ordered, so I turned around and gently sat on his lap, keeping my feet on the floor.
At least, I tried to keep my feet on the floor, but he quickly lifted my knees and placed them on either side of his own. He then spread his legs, spreading mine even wider with them. I squirmed around, trying to get down, but I settled as soon as I felt a hand grip my hair.
“Now now. Calm down. We’re going to try something. I’m going to touch you, slowly at first, but with increasing firmness. If you can keep yourself from moving or making any noise, you may cum when I tell you. But if you move or make any sounds, we’ll be starting over. If you cannot hold still long enough to cum during lunch, you will not be cumming today. Understood?” I whimpered and nodded, my hands resting on my thighs. “Good girl.”
His fingers trailed up and down my arms at first, lightly. My lips pated, but no noise came out. Slowly, they trailed from my arms to my legs to my arms again, leaving tiny trails of fire. I needed more, and my hips ground upwards.
“Now, you’re going to have to last longer than that. We try again, and this time, stay still.” I had to bite back a whimper. This wasn’t going to be possible.
Again his fingers trailed up and down my arms, then moved to my legs. Goosebumps raised on my flesh, and I could feel my pussy getting wetter. I almost jerked when his fingers began trailing along my sides and abdomen, trailing closer to my breasts with every pass. My mouth parted again, and my breathing grew heavier. I had to struggle to keep from arching my back, needing his touch there.
Eventually, his hands wandered to my breasts, gently stroking the sides, slowly, ever so slowly moving towards my nipples. I ached to whine and whimper, to move, to grind my hips up, to plead with my body and with my words, but I wasn’t allowed. I got distracted with my need, and when his fingers finally got to my nipples and pinched lightly, I moaned out.
“Better this time, but still not quite enough.” I almost cried. I needed to cum so badly it hurt, and he wanted me to be still. His fingers began to trail over my arms and legs again, the skin there more sensitive than before. My breathing was coming in quick, quiet bursts, my lips parted and my face flushed. My head was tipped against his back, and I was doing everything in my power not to squirm.
I opened my eyes and stared at one of his degrees. Mathew Robert McCain. I read it over and over again, trying to distract from my need, from his hands. This time when his fingers pinched on my nipples, I held still and quiet, but inside, fireworks were going off. He spent several moments pinching and pulling at my nipples, getting rougher as he continued, until it was painful, but I remained still.
His hands trailed downwards now, ever so slowly. I bit my lip, desperate for an orgasm. I felt his fingers on my clit and I tensed, my body screaming for release, screaming for me to let me writhe. My breathing grew deep and heavy. His fingers slipped inside me, and my eyes widened. I had to fight the urge to squeeze down on him, and it was almost impossible.
I bit down on my lip, using the pain to focus and keep myself from clenching down as he curled his fingers against me. My orgasm began to rise and I had to push it back, so that I could remain still. A chorus of sounds rose to the back of my throat, and I swallowed and kept them there
I felt him smile behind me. “Good girl. You may cum now.” His fingers began to work furiously inside me, and I felt his thumb against my clit. My eyes widened and my back finally arched, my mouth parted in a silent scream as the pressure that had been rising in me exploded in the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. So powerful, in fact, that I blacked out for a second.
When I came to, I blinked and shuddered. I nuzzled the one holding me, seeking comfort. Only after a moment did I realize I was seeking comfort from the doctor, and I tried to pull back.
“Shhh,” he whispered comfortingly, and drew me close again. I whimpered slightly and settled against him, unable to keep myself from being calm in his presence. After several more minutes, he pushed me away. “Lunch time is almost over. Time to get back to work.” I nodded and got off his lap, trying to avoid his gaze again.
When I went to grab for my panties, he snatched them from me and put them in his pocket. “I think I’ll keep these for now. Go on, get dressed and have a quick bite to eat before you get back.” He smiled, and exited the room, leaving me no choice but to get dressed—sans panties, and scurry to work.
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