Page 21 of Dark Seduction

I let out a strangled noise, my face heating up at his boldness.

"Am I right?"

Swallowing hard, I nod, barely whispering, "Yes."

He smiles slightly, satisfied with the confirmation.

“Good. Now, I want to see just how wet you are.”

My eyes widen, my heart racing. "What do you mean?"

"Stand up," he commands, his tone brooking no argument.

I stand on shaky legs as adrenaline mixes with raw lust.

"Go over to the desk and bend over.”

Obediently, I walk to the desk. I bend over the surface, feeling the cool wood against my skin, exposing myself in a way that feels both daring and natural under his watchful eyes.

"Hike up your skirt," he orders next.

I reach back, my fingers trembling with a cocktail of nerves and excitement as I lift my skirt, revealing more of myself to him.

"Now, slowly take off your panties.”

Taking a deep breath to steady my racing heart, I hook my fingers into my panties and slide them down over my hips, letting them fall to my ankles. Stepping out of them, I am completely exposed, my compliance complete, my body tingling with desire.

He rises from his chair, his movements deliberate. "Keep your eyes forward.”

I obey, staring out at the cityscape of downtown Chicago, the lights glittering like distant stars. The tension in the room climbs as I hear his footsteps approaching.

Then, I feel his hand on my ass, a firm squeeze that sends a jolt of desire straight through me. I half-expected, half-hoped he might take me right here, bent over his desk, with the city as our backdrop.

But instead, his hand travels lower, resting momentarily on my exposed pussy.

"You're body temperature has spiked—another clear sign of your arousal."

His fingers then slip between my thighs, exploring the wetness there before pushing into me. The sensation is electric, and as he moves them inside me, the pressure builds, making me gasp at the intensity.

"You're soaking wet, just as I thought," he states, a hint of satisfaction and raw desire in his voice as he continues to move his fingers, exploring and stretching me.He leans in close, his breath hot on my ear, "You like it when your boss fingers you here in the office, don’t you?"

I can't help but squirm against him, pushing my ass into his hand, guiding him deeper as the orgasm starts to build. "Yes," I manage, totally caught up in the moment.

He tightens his grip a bit, a firm reminder of who's in charge.

"Yes,sir," he corrects me, his tone strict.

"Yes, sir.”

"You want to come?" he asks with a hint of authority.

"Yes, sir," I reply, desperation in my tone.

"Then beg for it," he orders, speeding up his fingers, driving me crazy.

I don't hesitate, my voice breaking with the intensity of my need. "Please, sir, please let me come."

He keeps going, his fingers moving with a fervor that’s about to break me completely.

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