Page 31 of Be Your Anything
“On the contrary, Ms. Day. I’ve brought you in because I’ve been getting reports that you’re doing an exceptional job.”
Maybe this wasn’t the way Lennon envisioned this little interaction going, but she puts on a smile anyway.
“Thank you, sir.”
I bite my lip, unable to stop how I respond when she calls me that. I’ve never been into all that domination stuff, but damn if I don’t sit up and take notice when she plays around withthatmoniker.
“You’re welcome. Because you’ve been doing such a great job, I’ve been thinking about a way to reward you, something outside the box and maybe a little bit…unorthodox. How does that sound?”
Her eyes flash, a small smile creeping onto her face. Lennon shifts slightly and crosses her legs, the skirt she’s wearing slipping just a bit to reveal a tanned, toned thigh. “That sounds like something I would definitely like to be a part of.”
I nod. “Good.” I stand from my seat, rounding the desk. “I’m so glad to hear that.” Once I’m standing behind her, I let one single finger come out to trace the gentle curve of her neck.
Lennon startles slightly, clearly surprised by my move, but she plays it off.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Nothing to worry about, Ms. Day,” I reply, bringing my other hand forward to massage her shoulders. “I just worry that you’ve been working too hard. Your muscles are so tense.”
She groans, and I wonder if this is part of her act, or if my hands really are bringing some relief to the strain she was complaining about just a little bit ago.
Hopefully, it’s both.
“That feelssogood,” she says, her head falling forward as I knead out the actual knots I can feel in her shoulders and neck.
“I aim to please, Ms. Day.”
I spend another minute or so on her muscles before my hands fall away and I step over to take a seat in the chair next to hers.
“Thank you for that,” Lennon says, and I can see genuine gratitude in her eyes. But then her hand reaches out, one finger drawing a soft pattern on my knee. “Is there any way I can repay you?”
My eyes narrow as she rises out of her own chair, pushing it backwards with one bare foot. Then she bends over slightly, resting both hands on my knees and giving me an excellent view down her shirt.
“You said you aim to please and, well…so do I.”
The mischief in her voice is making me hard, as is the view I have of her tits, which I know from previous nights like this are tan with creamy little triangles around her nipples.
It makes my mouth water.
Her hands push up my legs, stroking along my thighs through the denim of my worn jeans.
“How does that sound?” she whispers, her hands getting to the band around my hips and then trailing along the skin underneath.
“If I can do anything to help you improve, far be it from me to stop you from applying yourself.”
She reaches for the button on my jeans, popping it open with practiced flair. After making quick work of the zipper, she tugs slightly, pulling my pants and boxers down together, revealing my dick, which is throbbing with want.
Lennon drops to her knees as I slump further in the chair, stretching my legs out and widening the space between them, trying to give her as much room as possible to do…whatever it is she feels like doing.
Her fingers trace along my length in a teasing manner, and I let out a puff of breath.
“Will you show me what you like, Mr. Pearson?” she says, and my eyes go to her face, catching a small smirk before it’s wiped clean.
My hand envelops her small one, showing her what I want her to do by wrapping both our fingers around my aching dick. I moan, unable to stop the overwhelming feeling of relief at having us both attending to the lust that’s thrumming through my veins.
I let go and she keeps pumping me, her thumb catching the bead of pre-cum at the tip and swiping it around the head.
“Does that feel good?” she asks, leaning closer to me. “Because I want it to feel so good that you can’t speak,” she adds in a whisper just as her other hand slips into between my legs and grabs my balls.
