The Office

You come back to your office and find me sitting behind your desk, waiting calmly like I own the place. I motion for you to shut your door and then point to a space just in front of me, indicating for your to stand there. As you approach, I stand my hands taking possession of you, running slowly but firmly up over your hips, cupping your heavy breasts and holding them for a moment. My fingers brush over your nipples through your shirt, bringing them to stiff hard points almost instantly. One hand moves higher, stroking up the side of your neck, before strong fingers wrap tightly around your throat, holding you in place. The look in my eyes let’s you know not to move, and promises exactly what will happen if you do.