Page 33 of Insufferable Boss

"Yes," she replied. "I would want it to be. Or more specifically, I would prefer it if it should end right now. We already crossed a very dangerous line earlier this afternoon and I don't see how anything good can come out of this if we keep going."

I listened, and then I responded.

"How do you know that something good can't come out of this?" I asked, and she seemed taken aback and confused all in one.

"You're pretty arrogant to make such blanket conclusions, don't you think?" I asked, and again she seemed not to be able to find a response. I waited, and eventually, though, she had one.

"I don't care for anything good to come out of this," she said, and I was downright amused.

"You really don't fancy me much, do you?" I asked, and she folded her arms across her chest.

"No, I do not... which is why-“

“Suck my cock,” I cut her off and the rest of her sentence died on her tongue in her instant.

“Excuse me?” she asked as though she couldn’t quite believe what I had just said. However, I meant every word.

“I want you to suck my cock,” I repeated and began to head toward her desk. And as she watched me approach her eyes widened even further.

“I ate you out at lunch time,” I said. “And you enjoyed every moment of it. I enjoyed myself immensely as well. Now that you abruptly want to nip this in the bud before either of us are able to discover the depths it can take us to then isn't it only fair that you repay the service? So that we’re even.”

She continued to stare at me even as my belt buckle was loosened, and I leaned against her desk.

“This is a simple and fair transaction Lena,” I said. “Repay what you’ve been given, and the playing field will be leveled once again.”

An incredulous expression came over her face.

“Shouldn’t this constitute as sexual harassment?” She asked and I almost laughed.

Then my hands went even further and began to undo the button of my pants.

“Sexual harassment by definition is an outcry for unwanted sexual advances. I’ve seen the way you look at me so far when you think I’m not paying attention. Am I to ignore it and believe that you want nothing to do with me?”

She stared without blinking which made me wonder if she was even breathing. I hadn’t planned to go this far at all... couldn’t even believe that I was acting in this way but something about how stuck up and cautious she was being made me want to taunt her just a bit more.

After the button had been released from the hole, I began to pull my zipper down and then my briefs were exposed.

“Kane,” she called in a warning tone, but I ignored her. Reaching into my briefs, I pulled out my already hardened cock and the moment she saw it she couldn’t look away.

I watched her eyes as I began to stroke and then she got up and went over to the window to shut the blinds.

She leaned her head against the window slightly and then she turned around to face me.

“What are you doing?” she called, her voice lightly rising, however I didn’t budge.

Instead, I continued stroking my cock, watching as her lips parted and her chest began to heave. She kept her gaze on mine for as long as she could and then her attention lowered down. Mine lowered as well to see what she saw, and it was the thick member in my hand pulling back and forth to reveal the wet, flush pink head. Veins were strained along the length, and I was oozing from the tip and just the fact that she was taking in every bit of this action did something to me that I hadn’t quite experienced before. Suddenly though there was a small knock on the door, and I stopped. Her gaze shifted to it and then she responded.

“What is it?”

“Do you need anything Miss Mercer?” her secretary called out.

“No,” she said her voice nearly a croak and then she hurried over to the door.

“No,” she said. “I’m fine. We’re fine. I’m in a meeting with the CEO.”

Of course, he knew that. He had ushered me in. Shaking my head, I continued to stroke shutting my eyes briefly as the pleasure began to set my veins on fire. I needed her on her knees and before me and so I rose to my feet and turned around. She was facing me, watching, and then she locked the door behind me. Her voice was low as she spoke.

“You shouldn’t be doing this,” she said. “You can’t be doing this.”

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