Falling for My Boss
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“Fine,” I said and lay back, waiting. Nothing happened right away and I lay there listening to the sound of two people laughing. The sound was oddly soothing and I concentrated on that. My body jerked as I felt his hands on my legs and then on my skirt, casually pulling it up. I could feel myself growing wet as he lifted my ass up and left my bunched-up skirt there. I kept my eyes closed tightly the whole time, even as he spread my legs wide, pushing them as far apart as he could. I could feel the cool air between my legs and I shivered, wondering what was going to happen next. I heard a thump, but had no idea what it was. I was breathing heavier now as my stomach started to twirl. And then, just when I thought I could take the anticipation no more, I felt the tip of Scott’s tongue on my throbbing clit, soft and tender as it licked back and forth. I moaned as I lay there and his tongue became longer as he flicked it against my clit.
“Oh!” I cried out as he started to suck on my clit and I felt his hands holding my legs down as he devoured me. His tongue entered me and I could feel my juices streaming into his face as my body quaked against his mouth. He continued his movements eagerly, as if he were dining on a gourmet meal and wanted to enjoy every single bite. His tongue felt smooth and thick as it moved inside me, and I found myself screaming as he brought me to orgasm. I was sad as he pulled his tongue out of me and I lay there waiting for him to enter me with his cock. I grabbed the sides of the table and waited to feel him enter me.
“Up now,” he said and I looked up at him in confusion.
“What?” I said, flustered, as I sat up. He grabbed my arms and pulled me off of the table and carefully pulled my skirt down as I stood there in front of him.
“We’re done.” He licked his lips slowly and deliberately. “Now let’s get to work. Have you played many board games before?” he asked as he sat down on his chair casually and opened his laptop. “Get your pen and paper, we have work to do.”
***
“What are you doing?” Scott said as soon as I answered the phone.
“Are you going to ask me that every time you call me?” I said as I sat back on my couch and paused the TV. I curled my legs up on the chair and leaned my head back.
“Perhaps,” he said with a laugh. “By the way, I just watched Secretary.”
“Oh?”
“The movie you recommended.”
“I didn’t recommend it.”
“Are you into BDSM?”
“What?” I screeched.
“You compared me to James Spader’s character. I can only think that’s because you like a good spanking and think I would like giving it to you.”
“I never said that.”
“Is that what you want me to do?” His voice became husky. “Do you want me to bend you over my desk and spank you?”
“Of course not. Why are you calling me?”
“Why won’t you let me explain about what happened last weekend?” he said with a sigh.
“It doesn’t matter,” I muttered.
“We should watch a movie together here,” he said. “Maybe get in some neutral territory.”
“I’m not watching Secretary with you,” I said with a laugh.
“I just watched it,” he said. “I don’t need to watch it again. We can watch something else.”
“Okay, good.” I wasn’t sure why I was agreeing to watch anything with him.
“Not that Secretary wasn’t good. It’s more intense than I thought it would be. Slightly sexy, but deeper than I thought.”
“Yeah, the movie was more about how they fit into each other’s lives than the lifestyle they enjoyed,” I said as I remembered the movie. “He filled that need in her and she filled that need for him, though it was unconventional. They were lucky to find each other.”
“Yes, I can’t imagine most women would want to deal with an emotionally unavailable man.”
“I wouldn’t,” I said.
“I can tell,” he said. “Though you’re the one that seems more closed off than I am.”
“I’m not closed off,” I said quickly.
“Yes, you are,” he said softly. “I suppose it’s not my place to say that, but you are. Did your ex-boyfriend hurt you?”
“Why are you calling me, Scott?” I said loudly, changing the subject.
“I just wanted to tell you I’d just watched Secretary.”
“You could have told me that at work.”
“I guess so. I guess I wanted to tell you before tomorrow. The movie really got me thinking.”
“About what?”
“About us. About abuse of power. About if we’re crossing some line that neither of us are wants to acknowledge.”
“You’re the one crossing the line, Scott. You’re the one that told me to get on your table and spread my legs.”
“Did you regret it?” His voice was husky. “Did you regret coming on my face?”
“No,” I said again. “I’m just saying that it’s you crossing the line.”
“I’m not a dominant, Elizabeth,” he said. “If you want to have some fun with me from here on out, you can make the first move. Like tomorrow. Come to work and do what you want.”
“I don’t want to do anything.”
“Liar,” he said. “You know I have two sisters. I know how girls act when they don’t want a guy.”
“Oh!” I cried out as he started to suck on my clit and I felt his hands holding my legs down as he devoured me. His tongue entered me and I could feel my juices streaming into his face as my body quaked against his mouth. He continued his movements eagerly, as if he were dining on a gourmet meal and wanted to enjoy every single bite. His tongue felt smooth and thick as it moved inside me, and I found myself screaming as he brought me to orgasm. I was sad as he pulled his tongue out of me and I lay there waiting for him to enter me with his cock. I grabbed the sides of the table and waited to feel him enter me.
“Up now,” he said and I looked up at him in confusion.
“What?” I said, flustered, as I sat up. He grabbed my arms and pulled me off of the table and carefully pulled my skirt down as I stood there in front of him.
“We’re done.” He licked his lips slowly and deliberately. “Now let’s get to work. Have you played many board games before?” he asked as he sat down on his chair casually and opened his laptop. “Get your pen and paper, we have work to do.”
***
“What are you doing?” Scott said as soon as I answered the phone.
“Are you going to ask me that every time you call me?” I said as I sat back on my couch and paused the TV. I curled my legs up on the chair and leaned my head back.
“Perhaps,” he said with a laugh. “By the way, I just watched Secretary.”
“Oh?”
“The movie you recommended.”
“I didn’t recommend it.”
“Are you into BDSM?”
“What?” I screeched.
“You compared me to James Spader’s character. I can only think that’s because you like a good spanking and think I would like giving it to you.”
“I never said that.”
“Is that what you want me to do?” His voice became husky. “Do you want me to bend you over my desk and spank you?”
“Of course not. Why are you calling me?”
“Why won’t you let me explain about what happened last weekend?” he said with a sigh.
“It doesn’t matter,” I muttered.
“We should watch a movie together here,” he said. “Maybe get in some neutral territory.”
“I’m not watching Secretary with you,” I said with a laugh.
“I just watched it,” he said. “I don’t need to watch it again. We can watch something else.”
“Okay, good.” I wasn’t sure why I was agreeing to watch anything with him.
“Not that Secretary wasn’t good. It’s more intense than I thought it would be. Slightly sexy, but deeper than I thought.”
“Yeah, the movie was more about how they fit into each other’s lives than the lifestyle they enjoyed,” I said as I remembered the movie. “He filled that need in her and she filled that need for him, though it was unconventional. They were lucky to find each other.”
“Yes, I can’t imagine most women would want to deal with an emotionally unavailable man.”
“I wouldn’t,” I said.
“I can tell,” he said. “Though you’re the one that seems more closed off than I am.”
“I’m not closed off,” I said quickly.
“Yes, you are,” he said softly. “I suppose it’s not my place to say that, but you are. Did your ex-boyfriend hurt you?”
“Why are you calling me, Scott?” I said loudly, changing the subject.
“I just wanted to tell you I’d just watched Secretary.”
“You could have told me that at work.”
“I guess so. I guess I wanted to tell you before tomorrow. The movie really got me thinking.”
“About what?”
“About us. About abuse of power. About if we’re crossing some line that neither of us are wants to acknowledge.”
“You’re the one crossing the line, Scott. You’re the one that told me to get on your table and spread my legs.”
“Did you regret it?” His voice was husky. “Did you regret coming on my face?”
“No,” I said again. “I’m just saying that it’s you crossing the line.”
“I’m not a dominant, Elizabeth,” he said. “If you want to have some fun with me from here on out, you can make the first move. Like tomorrow. Come to work and do what you want.”
“I don’t want to do anything.”
“Liar,” he said. “You know I have two sisters. I know how girls act when they don’t want a guy.”
