CH 5

All I could think about was wrapping my lips around his cock, making him moan with the actions of my skillful tongue, before I slid up my skirt and straddled him right there in his office chair and rode him til I was spent, hoping the chair would hold.

It has been three days since MM has started working here. He sat across from me now, legs spread, leaning back in the padded leather chair, one hand on his chin, the other holding some documents. He seemed oblivious to my plight. I re-crossed my legs and sqeezed my thighs together to stop my dampening crotch from tingling. Damn him. He' d done nothing more than smile and be courteous for the past three days. My eyes were glued to the way his suit cupped his dick. A rather impressive dick that was getting harder by the second. I licked my lips and looked up to find a pair of the sexiest blue eyes I've ever seen staring back at me. Busted. He put down the document slowly, his eyes raking over me. It was going to happen. Right now. Instead of beckoning me over, he asked me how I liked my work. Great. Then, after a pause, he asked me if I was loyal, or if I'd consider going to another company. I had a feeling I knew what he was getting at. This fucking ring on my finger. I took a second to form my reply. I told him that though sometimes I feel some of my skills are wasted, I enjoy the job I do, and plan to stay awhile. I wasn't quite sure if I formed my reply correctly, or if I totally blew it. We sat for what seemed like eternity staring at each other. Fuck this. I rose from my chair. I was sick of playing this cat-and-mouse game and pussy-footing around our attraction. Apparently so was he. He told me to go lock the door.

I forced myself to walk slowly to the door. I locked it and turned around to face him. He was watching me intently. He told me to take off my clothes...slowly. I told him to undress me instead. He said, "I'll tell you this once. You will listen to what I tell you. And I'll give you what you need. If you don't listen, well, then I'll make you beg me to do what I want. Either way is fine with me. We both know I'm going to fuck you. How I do it is up to you." I knew what he was saying. Hard or soft. He wanted me to choose. I've been waiting for this for a long time. Like an incorrigeable child, I smiled and said "make me".