Page 12 of Sending Nudes to My Boss

I’m not just his assistant anymore. He sees me as a whole woman. A woman with a rich life outside of these four walls.

“I’ve always wanted this too,” I say. “I just never thought that you would be... that you would look at me in this way.”

“Oh, I’ve looked at you, all right,” he replies darkly. “And now I want to see it for myself, in real life.”

I don’t know what he means, but then his mouth is on my throat, and my brain shuts off again – this time for good.

For years, justlookingdirectly at my boss was enough to make me forget my own name. Now I’m being touched by him and it’s more than I can handle. I don’t have the ability to think about how crazy or sudden this is. Maybe I should slow down and demand explanations for my many questions. But…all I can think about are the sensations he’s causing to radiate through my body.

My nipples are hard, erect against the lace of the bra I picked out this morning. A bra that he is very much able to see right now, thanks to unbuttoning my blouse.

I’m standing here, pressed between my boss and the bookcase, shirt open, skirt hiked up as his hand wanders up my bare leg. His fingers trace my inner thigh upwards until they find my underwear, pushing it aside and then pressing two fingertips against my soaking wet clit.

“You’re ready for me,” he growls in my ear. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

Yes. Yes I am. I’m soaked and my pussy is begging for more. His hands stroke my folds and draw rough circles around my clitoris but it’s not enough. I need him inside of me. I need to feel his cock stretching me.

“More,” I beg.

He backs up for a moment, looking at me with that same wild, unhinged expression in his pale blue eyes. Like he can’t quite believe I’m real.

“Please,” I whisper. “I need it now.”

He shakes his head in bewilderment but doesn’t make me ask again. Hiking my skirt up, he fists my underwear in his hands and pulls abruptly. I hear the fabric tear and then the cool air hit me between the thighs, my damp desire adding to the sensation. He tosses my ruined underwear on his desk behind him and I stare at it while he backs me into the shelves again, this time gripping my thighs and lifting me clear off the ground.

If I were in my right mind at all at the moment, I might insist he put me down.Don’t lift me! I’m too heavy!I might protest. But I don’t, I can’t, because I’mnotin my right mind. I’m not able to translate thought to spoken word and even if I could, I don’t want him to stop.

He lifts me easily, like I’m no heavier in his arms than a stack of books or a bag of groceries. The way he slams me into the shelves makes the books rattle. One of them falls. We ignore it. No time. Who cares? We can clean up later. Or maybe we won’t. Maybe we’ll just do this all day long, locking the doors and lowering the blinds so nobody can see.

I don’t see his cock but I feel it at my entrance when he unzips his pants. The head brushes against my clit for a moment and then it ventures lower, slipping inside of me.

“You feel so fucking good,” William grunts. “I knew you’d feel this good, Dot. Ever since I first laid eyes on you. I knew if I ever got the chance to get you naked in my office…”

How long has he been thinking about sleeping with me?I wonder.

Could it be that I’ve been wrong all along? Every verbal spar, every exchange of sarcastic, biting words…was he turned on? Has he wanted me, all along?

I can’t think straight. I’ll sort it out later, because right now I just want him to fuck me again and again. I saypleasetwo or three or four more times, I think, and with every time I say the word, William gets a little rougher, a little wilder.

I wrap my arms around his neck, cradled between him and the bookshelf. He bites my nipples through the lace of my bra. I scream.

He sinks his cock into me, all the way, then stays like that and grinds against me, letting the pubic hair above his cock graze my sensitive clit again and again, up and down, side to side. I grind back against him, knowing that I am only seconds away from release.

When I come, I scream so loudly that William clamps a hand over my mouth. At the same time, he kisses my neck. I feel his hot tongue sweep over my collar bone. A hand gropes my breast roughly, the thumb flicking my nipple. My orgasm lasts forever, exhausting every inch of my body, my limbs going limp. If it weren’t for William’s immense strength, I’d fall to the floor right now.

Without pulling out of me, he brings me to his desk, throwing me down on top of the paperwork. His hands pull the cups of my bra down. He grabs my tits in his hands and begins pumping his hips harder than ever before. Hard, rough, needful, primal. I watch with hazy vision, gasping for air, still quivering from my climax.

His blue eyes aren’t cold right now. No. They’re onfire.

The legs of his desk scrape against the floor with every powerful thrust. His hips collide loudly with my inner thighs. Ithink he’s close to finishing when he abruptly pulls out, coming round the desk and pumping his cock over my chest.

And then it happens.

My boss – the same boss ten years my senior who, until today, I was sure would never look at me in this way – comes all over my breasts.

CHAPTER 6

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