TAGS: [NO-INCEST, NO ROLEPLAY, BDSM]
I like how he orders around and walks like a Greek god with features of one as well. He's the owner of a seductive smirk, perfect body, and daring clothing that perfectly complements his commanding presence, leaving everyone under his control. He exudes knowledge and confidence, showcasing his intellectual prowess and unwavering discipline.
But he has also an obedient side. A submissive, needy, and greedy side. A side that drives me crazy and needy for him. A side that I always crave for. A side I always end up imagining him in.
He's my boss, my boyfriend, my roommate, and my sub. But not for everyone's eyes. Our powerful connection remains a secret, only for us to share.
From my desk, I often admire his dominant aura as he sits in his office, issuing orders and meticulously reviewing documents, knowing very well that he will end up between my legs.
And as people claim, it takes two to tango. We play a mutual game of seduction. I catch him stealing glances at me too, biting his lips as his breaths feel stuck in his throat. He looks at me like he's about to orgasm, that he has so much to tell and do to me, but can't. It makes me feel wet.
We also have moments when our eyes meet and he quickly looks away, only to glance back, checking if my eyes are still undressing him from a distance.
He's a naughty, daring man, and I revel in the power I hold over him. His actions ignited my passion, making it impossible not to feel a deep connection and love for him.
On that day as well, his blue well-fitted suit was hugging every contour of his body, captivating my attention completely. His sneaky glances and soft touch, whenever he crossed by me or in the meeting, were just adding to my arousal.
I found myself unable to focus, my mind consumed by thoughts of him from morning. And imagining various ways to have him had left me burning with desire until the night came.
I was waiting for him to return from his parent's house after dinner, squirming on the couch with an uncontrollable urge. I felt every passing moment weigh heavy on me, urging me to the temptation to make good use of my fingers.
But I resisted until my frustration took the face of the sound of the door unlocking, signaling his arrival. I sat up, eagerly observing his strong physique, gentle countenance, and confident gait.
"I'm sorry. It took longer than expected," he apologized with a tender tone, burning my heart with it, revealing his pale face and his eyes filled with innocence. "You never need to apologize for spending time with your parents," I replied in the same tone, feeling the torment within me intensify as I stood up, stretching my arms out towards him.
His gaze faltered as he noticed my movement, his hands instinctively gripping his trousers. He seemed momentarily frozen in his bold attire, his lips slightly parted. "What are you waiting for?" I inquired, a soft smile playing on my lips as he finally broke out of his trance and stepped toward me.
"I missed you so much!" he whispered, his voice displaying his yearning as he enveloped me in my warm embrace. "I missed you too, sweetheart," I whispered back, melting his warm breath against my neck.
"It's been so difficult," he lamented, his tender lips meeting my neck and stealing my breath away with it. "Just watching you isn't enough." His desperation was palpable, his trembling body and quivering voice revealing his intense longing for me.
"It's alright. We're here together now, aren't we?" I reassured, halting his lips on my neck by cradling his face in my hands and meeting his teary gaze.
That look was reserved solely for me, revealing a side of him that no one else ever saw and no one could ever see. Those were the eyes of vulnerability and longing. Longing for me.
"I despise it. I hate having to pretend at the office. I hate it so much," he sobbed, eliciting a smile on my face and a surge of desire between my legs while his face burned with frustration and passion.
"Oh, baby, I know you do," I acknowledged his desire with my words, my lips tenderly tracing a path to his neck, and with my arms encircling his waist. "Oh, mistress!" He sweetly whimpered, throwing his head back from the soft pleasure on his skin, and gasped as my embrace tightened around his body.
Having a clear vision of his naked skin, I pressed more soft kisses onto his neck, feeling his arms narrow around my body as well, yanking me closer and closer to his.
I could tell he wanted me so badly. I could feel it in his arms, moans, and breaths. This was the man I knew. This was the man I was craving for all day long.
The tension between our heated bodies was growing, writhing together, until we found ourselves seated on the couch, his body resting on my thighs.
His body was practically burning in my arms, his face thawing with each kiss I landed on his skin. "I missed you so much," he whimpered, his eyes glazed with desire as he rested his hands on shoulders, his body so close to mine.
"I missed you too, my love," I whispered back, returning him the same passion with my eyes, slowly removing his tie from his collar. "Kiss me, mistress!" He begged like a disciplined boy, urging my lips on his.
Kissing him deeply, I tied his hands behind his back with his tie, relishing his grazing body. The kiss, which involved our tongue, our lips, saliva, and lust for each other, abruptly took a halt as I groped his throat, making his eyes peer at me.
I planted my palm on his cheek, pushing my thumb into his mouth, and received an accepting answer. He started sucking my thumb, softly bobbing his head as if sucking a cock, with his eyes speaking a language of seduction with me.
He looked so smitten and horny in a bold attire. Too aroused to think. Who could have thought that a dominant person like him could go weak for his love?
I watched him enjoy my thumb, sucking like there was no tomorrow, giving a delicious sight with a rising temperature and wetness growing between my legs.
But this wasn't enough. Thus, I removed my thumb from his mouth, watching his eyes become smuttier, and had him sit on his knees on the ground, in between my legs. He appeared exactly like my imagination. A boss of many, submitting to me.
I stretched my palm and peered at him cupping his face into it. "My sweet boy!" I whispered, watching a smile of pride form on his lips. "You know mommy loves to see you like that, right?" I questioned, getting a quick nod from me.
"And you know what mommy wants?" I added, getting the same answer. "Good boy." Adding once again I laid back, relaxing as I let his mouth slowly breathe from my thighs to my clothed wetness.
I could tell just by his eyes how badly he wanted to taste me, just how hard he had been through his pants.
I felt his lips kiss my wetness through my velvety shorts, his teeth tugging onto it, struggling to remove them from my skin, while he whimpered and wriggled like a puppy. It felt sweet, gentle, and exciting. His softness always melts and excites me.
"Do you want my help?" I whispered, getting his eyes to flutter and lips biting as he denied. "i will do it. I can do it." He struggled more, fully clothed, a perfect picture of me dominating my alpha boss.
I could not help but smirk, watching him slowly tug down my shorts. "Great job!" I hailed, and his face flushed with my words. Continuing, he advanced to my panties, getting rid of them like he was wishing for it to happen.
His face lightened up, and his eyes sparkled, watching how wet I was. He then glanced at me like a hungry puppy before diving his lips into my wetness.
Swiftly, his lips started sucking my wetness with hunger, his tongue licking my soul away. The soft licks turned into greedy thrusting as he pushed his tongue inside my wetness while his clothed body writhed more and more on the floor.
He was looking so good in that white shirt, messed up, and was struggling with his hands being tied behind his back, making me fall again for his trembling body. He was pleasuring me like no tomorrow, drooling and making me ooze out until I was coming into his mouth.
"I don't think my alpha boss is satisfied yet," I stated, breathing heavily, holding his licking mouth against my wetness. "Yes, mistress. I want more!" He growled with his leaking mouth, not leaving my wetness for a second until he had his fill.
But I halted his greed for a moment and actioned him to stand up by the flick of my finger, ordering him to unzip his pants. I pulled his length out from the zipper, not freeing his length completely, and gazed at his staring and fluttering eyes, smirking at him.
"Mistress!" He gasped, watching my hands caress his leaking cock, and hastily started rolling his eyes and moaning as I started pleasuring his length. "Who will say you are the same person who bosses everyone around?" I questioned, jerking him with just my fingers, and playing with his slippery tip.
"Look at you, shivering before me for some pleasure," I added, urging the loudness of his moans out. "You have no clue how bad I always want to fuck you in that office of yours. You have no clue how much it turns me on to dominate a dominant guy like you."
"But I have to hold myself back in front of all those women who have no idea that you belong to me." A bit of hatred appeared in my tone, out of my control by the jealousy.
"Oh, Mistress! You can fuck me whenever you want." He moaned, biting his lips, his chest puffing up from heavy breathing, his body jittering from pleasure. "I want you to ruin me in everyone's eyes. I don't care about anyone. I want you to do whatever you want to me." He stuttered, enjoying my hands until I stopped.
"What about your alpha image that everyone loves then?" I mocked, showing him that he was nothing but my sub, spreading my legs as I rested back on the sofa. "I don't care! You can make me look however you want." He stuttered breathing like he had run a mile, squinting his eyes as I yanked him close to my wetness by a strong tug on his hips.
"Oh, god! I would love to claim you as mine, but it turns me on so much that your dick is always hard for me. In the office while you're passing orders, in the meeting room while you're listening to everyone with a stiff face, and even in your parent's house. I bet you're always thinking of me."
"That's the feeling I want to have for as long as possible," I added, hearing his whimpers grow as I positioned his cock against my wetness.
"This dominant face that flushes every time my eyes land on it and this throbbing cock comes at the cost of me tormenting myself in that damn office." His whimper grew louder as I tugged his length inside me, making his balance difficult.
"Mistress!" He moaned, throbbing inside me with each inch sliding inside me. "No one knows how you beg. No one knows that this is your favorite part of the day. No one knows how bad you want to pleasure me." I moaned, making his hips start to fuck me.
"Go ahead, pleasure me like a good boy you are." I released my hands from his hips and watched him slowly sink into me with hungry pushes. It was as if he had been waiting for years but was held back because of me.
My moans began to appear as his hips started the strong dance against my wetness, while he looked at me with eyes full of submission.
Every inch was filling me up, each slow thrust was pleasuring my insides. I had gotten what I wanted. I had him just how I imagined him. "Harder!" I growled, making him bite his lips and obey me.
The sight of him thrusting his big dick inside me while fully clothed and hands tied was my present of the day. It was making everything nastier.
"Mistress! Am I doing good?" He moaned, raising the speed of his hips. "Oh, does my boss need to know how his performance of the day is?" I mocked, wrapping my legs around his waist, making him falter above me in the process and shudder inside me.
"Yes, Mistress! Your boss begs to know! Please!" He growled, practically pleading, getting bigger and bigger inside me as I grew wetter and tighter. "Oh, I could feel every inch Mistress! Every inch." He added, pleasure taking over him.
"Then I guess you're doing the perfect job!" I moaned back, this time fully grasping him closer to me by his shoulders. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"
"I fucking love this pathetic look on your proud face." I moaned, getting closer and closer to my orgasm, as he started shivering above me as well. "I'm just a pathetic boy for you, Mistress! I'm no boss. You're my boss." He moaned, getting me closer.
"Do you need my permission to cum, boss?" I teased again, licking his lips while he nodded, begging to be allowed. "You get to cum when I'm done." He moaned, making me dig my nails into his back and the teeth on his neck.
The width of his cock had fully become grown inside me, shivering and throbbing as he leaked as well. "I'm close! Mistress! Please!" He begged again, finally making me ooze out.
"Can I cum now, mistress?" He begged, watching me tremble and jitter from the pleasure. "Go ahead. After all, you're my alpha boss. How can I deny you?"
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