Page 59 of Give Me a Chance
You deserve to be punished.
Me:
Yeah?
And how would you punish me?
Matt:
I’ll think long and hard about it.
Me:
We’ll see.
I drop the phone to the side, focusing on the feel of the vibrations on my clit. I’d love to continue this conversation, but I have a game to win.
Too keyed up to last, it takes me less than two minutes to come, thinking off him stroking his cock and coming all over his chiseled abs. Fuck, I’d like to be one to clean him up.
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Ican’t take this anymore. My poor dick will fall off from the amount of friction he’s been getting. Unfortunately, all of it curtesy of my right hand.
On Wednesday, she acts professional the entire day until our afternoon meeting for the budget team. Danielle drones on about the funds we have as my phone vibrates inside my pocket.
Taking it out beneath the desk, I quickly check who is it.
Natalie:
I’m so soaked right now. I’d kill to have you inside of me.
I contain a low groan, just barely. She’s all business, acting totally unbothered, while my fake cough earns me more than a couple weird looks.
On Thursday, she calls me in for a meeting in the conference room. It’s just the two of us, and I do my best to focus on what she’s saying, instead of the way she looks in the loose, but short, dress she has on.
“...so, I’m hoping we can get a tax break because of it...” She uncrosses and recrosses her legs, imperceptibly showing meshe isn’t wearing any panties. My eyes zone in on her glistening pussy, and she trails off, the left side of her mouth turning up into a smirk.
“Thank you, Matt, for your input,” she says, though I haven’t said a word the whole meeting and leaves the conference room.
By Friday, I’m almost afraid to step into the office, but she does nothing.
At least until we run into each other in the break room. No one else is there and she walks by me, sliding her warm hand over my pants. I suck in a breath when she gets to my dick giving it a sharp tug. My dick is a Pavlov’s dog, conditioned to literally salivate at the sight of her.
My response is instant, I grab her wrist and remove her hand from my shaft.
“Careful. I’m a hair away from losing my mind.”
“That’s the goal, Mattie boy.” She gives me a wink.
I shake my head.
“Your place after work tonight. I’ll follow you there,” I say, not giving her a chance to respond. Her eyes widen, but not in shock. They turn dark, showing her excitement.
Thank God we can leave earlier on Friday because my focus is shit.
At 4:30 I text her: “Five minutes,” expecting her to argue. She doesn’t make anything easy, but this time, she’s waiting by her car in exactly five minutes. I smirk, guessing she couldn’t wait any longer, either.
