Following Her Lead

I head to your office door and quietly peek through the opening. You’re still typing like crazy, just how you were when I left you at lunch.

It’s evening, around when you should be finishing up. I don’t want to distract you but at the same time, I want to take you away from the latest mountain of work your boss will have no doubt piled on you.

“Hey… Is it safe to come in? ”

You look up and I immediately notice that your eyes are red from staring at the screen all day. Your hair is a little fluffed up, the way it gets after you’ve run your hands through it when you’re stressed.

Looks like you’ve been doing that a lot today. Your expression softens from your stern “I’m concentrating at work” look, and you give me a tired smile.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

“All done?”

“Just this last sentence…”

You finish typing and close your laptop. You blow out a heavy breath and run your hands down your face.

“Yeah. Finally. I cannot wait for this week off.”

I flash you a small, sympathetic smile as I make my way over and stand behind your chair, and begin to massage your shoulders.

They’re tight. I don’t think I’ve ever felt you this tense. Well, except for that time our flight to Turks and Caicos got double-booked and we had a ten-hour delay for the next plane.

I work my thumbs into your muscles, circling the knots and tension until they start to loosen up.

“Mm, that feels incredible. This is exactly what I need. Thanks. ”

“Want to talk about it?”

“Don’t ask…”

“That bad?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for this promotion. It’s just… This new manager they brought in? They’re micro-managing us like crazy. How am I meant to do what’s in my job description when they’re asking me to do reports on the reports I do? It’s just so unnecessary. ”

“Sounds like a handful, that’s for sure.”

“That’s putting it politely.”

I knead the base of your neck and you crane your head back to look at me.

“Hey.”

“Hey…”

You close your eyes and relax into my touch as the tension gradually leaves your taut muscles. I wish I could just wave a magic wand and take all your work stress away.

I’m usually the morning person but you wouldn’t know it lately. You’re up earlier than I am and two coffees down by the time I come downstairs, and it feels like we’ve barely seen each other.

I run my fingers through your hair and you let your head fall back against my stomach. You like it when I play with your hair, and I can’t help but smirk to myself knowing I can make any stress just melt away with a few soft circles on your scalp.

“You look like you could use a distraction…”

“Tell me about it.”

I circle your chair to face you, stepping closer until our knees touch. I love how you curiously stare up at me, wondering what I’m about to do next.

You run your hand gently up the back of my thigh, your cheeks turning a little pink, as I straddle your lap.

“Well hello.”

“Hey…”

Your hands slide over my hips and up my back, and I gently part your lips with my tongue.

You feel so good when we’re close like this. I love the feeling of our bodies pressed together. I trail my fingers down your chest, brushing my fingertips over your nipple through the cotton of your shirt.

There’s that sound. You’re so sensitive there and I love the sounds you make. I kiss along your jaw and down your neck, right to that little sweet spot that makes you shiver under me.

You let your head fall back against the chair and you slide your hands down to my ass, giving it a squeeze as I grind my hips against yours.

“I can help…?”

“Babe…”

“Yeah?”

“I want to…I really do. But I… I’m exhausted. I wouldn’t be any good to you.”

“You’re always good to me.”

“You know what I mean.”

I pull back slightly and run my fingers through your soft, fluffy hair.

“That’s okay… We can just cuddle if you want? ”

“I didn’t say we couldn’t do…other things.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Oh?”

“We can still fool around…just not go all the way, you know?”

“In that case…”

“...I have an idea. Remember that thing we talked about last week?”

“Which one?”

“The one where I tell you what to do?”

I love the way your teeth graze against your bottom lip when I press my hips against yours as I speak. Your eyes darken and a sly grin pulls at the corners of your lips.

“How could I forget?”

“I want you to touch yourself for me.”

My eyes never leave yours as I leave your lap, only to perch at the edge of your desk instead. I run my fingers up my thighs and spread my legs, pulling up my skirt.

“Pull down your pants.”

You obey without a word, unbuckling your belt and pulling down your pants and boxers. Your cock is already hard and you give it a few soft tugs when I hold up my hand.

“I didn’t say you could touch it yet.”

“Aw come on…”

“Patience. You’ll get your turn when I say so. ”

I brace my feet on your thighs and pull down my shirt, exposing my bra. Your eyes widen slightly and your jaw clenches. I love how you bunch your hands into fists and then flex out your fingers.

“Unbutton your shirt.”

You flick open the buttons on your shirt without looking away from me, letting it fall open so I can see your bare chest. My eyes wander over your soft stomach and defined muscles while I trace my fingers over the lace cups of my bra.

I trace my nipples barely covered by the thin fabric. My pussy clenches and I can feel myself getting wet.

Your cock throbs as you watch me, and you grip the arms of the chair.

“Now…watch.”

Slowly, I pull my panties to the side so you can see my bare, wet pussy.

“Fuck…”

“Wet your hand and start stroking your cock. Slowly.”

“A flush rises up your neck to your face as you lick your palm and grip your cock, stroking slowly just as I asked. ”

Fuck…just watching you…seeing your eyes glaze over with desire for me, wandering over my frame, honing in on my spread legs…

I massage my pussy lips, using my fingers to spread them as I drag my own wetness up toward my clit, massaging in slow circles.

That feels good…I clench again, already wanting to be filled. But we’re not doing that tonight…

Knowing we’re not…that we’re just teasing each other… That I’m controlling you…makes it all the more hot.

“God, I want to touch you so badly…”

“Not yet…”

“Just the tip now…”

“Ohh, you know I’m sensitive there…”

“You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

“Yeah…”

You slide your palm up your cock, slowly pumping and twisting your fingers around the tip, just like I told you.

“Eyes on me… I want you to watch me watch you… ”

“There you go… How does that feel? ”

“So good… I want… more. Can I be inside you? ”

“No. Keep going…just the tip…and back down again…”

“Ohhh fuck…”

You rock your hips gently, your cock slipping back and forth in your palm.

I love how your cheeks are flushed and you look so desperate to get your hands on me. Watching me, open-mouthed as I massage my fingertips around my entrance, but not quite slipping inside.

Fuck…seeing the head of your cock so hard and ready for me…you ready to obey every command I give you… I just want to take you in my mouth and tease you into a begging mess.

But not yet… You dig your fingers into the chair arm with your free hand and I flex my heels against your thighs.

“You like it when I tell you what to do?”

“I love it…”

“You’d do anything for me?”

“Yes…”

“Keep teasing yourself slowly… Until you’re right at the edge… ”

“God, you’re addictive. Intoxicating. I can’t stop watching you. You look so good. Please… please. I’ll do anything for you. Just don’t stop ”

“Can I…can I least cum?”

I press my fingers harder against my clit, massaging a little faster.

“Not right now. Play with your balls too…I want them nice and full for me. ”

“Ohh god.”

You run your free hand over your balls and massage them, sliding your palm over them, massaging them from back to front.

“Please…”

I cup my breasts at the sides, pushing them together which I know you love. You look so cute when you’re desperate…when you plead for me to let you cum.

You pump your cock, your hips rocking faster. Gripping your balls as you massage them just a little more…

“Keep going…right to the edge…”

“Now slow down…”

“Oh god…please…”

You grit your teeth and scrunch your eyes closed for a moment before they go wide again. A choked gasp catches in your throat and with every bit of willpower you have, you slow down.

“Easy… Breathe… The sooner you accept you’re not in control of your orgasm, the easier it’ll be for you. You want to please me, don’t you ”

“Yes…god, yes, I want to please you…”

“Then do as I say…take a deep breath, and accept it. Your orgasm does not belong to you. Say it for me. ”

“My orgasm doesn’t belong to me.”

“Who does it belong to?”

“You…my orgasm belongs to you.”

“How does that make you feel?”

“So good…”

“I said slow. Slower.”

You’re struggling to stroke yourself at the pace I ask, but you manage it. Barely.

“See? It feels good to be teased, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah…”

“Tell me how much you like me teasing you.”

“I love it… Ohh fuck, I love it so much… ”

“Now…stroke a little faster for me.”

I part my lips, showing you my glistening wetness. The wetness you so badly want…but can’t have. Not yet.

“See? See how wet I am?”

“Yeah…fuck… Can I touch you? Please, I need to touch you…”

“No. But you can watch. You can focus on me later. No cumming, remember? ”

This is the longest I’ve ever teased you. You’re doing so well, trying to keep yourself from just letting loose until you cum all over yourself.

I keep my eyes on you, pleasure rippling through my body as I watch you go from a man who loves to be in control in his daily life…turn into a quivering mess all because I tell him to.

“Easy…I can see your eyes rolling back.”

“Please…please, I need to cum…”

“Not yet…”

“You really enjoy watching me suffer, don’t you?”

“Aww but it’s so fun. How you’d do anything just for me to let you cum… ”

You move to get out of the chair and come to me. I put my foot on your chest and push you back down.

“Ah - no. Just watching…or I’ll deny you.”

Fffuck, hearing you moan like this is just… I can barely keep it together myself. I pinch my nipple between two fingers and rub harder, biting my lip.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Teasing you until you can’t take anymore…just to deny you? Your poor cock… ”

“Oh my god…”

“Just tuck you back into your boxers…all hard and frustrated…with no release. You’d be following me around like a lost puppy just for a little taste of pleasure, wouldn’t you? Faster now…just the head… Keep teasing your balls, nice and gentle… ”

“I’m so close…”

“I know…fuck, that’s so hot… If you’re good, you can cum in my mouth. Would you like that?”

“Oh my god, please… please I want that…”

“Keep going…”

“You want to cum?”

“I want to cum…”

“How badly do you need it?”

“Badly.”

“Beg.”

“Please, I need to cum so badly I can’t stop it feels…it feels so fucking good I…”

You can barely keep stroking. Your eyes are wide and glassy as you try so hard to string a sentence together.

I love that I can make you feel like this. Just a few simple commands can bring you to your knees and you’ll do just about anything for me.

A white-hot wave of pleasure rushes through me and my pussy clenches, knowing the power I have over you like this. The power you let me have over you…to control every pulse of need that ripples through you.

How one little gesture from me gives you ecstasy and another makes you whine and beg for it.

I circle my clit faster, my toes curling against your thighs. They’re so tense, pressing up against the balls of my feet, up and down as your hips rock faster…

“Please…!”

“Cum for me…”

Those three little words…three little words and you finally let your body take over. Letting what you want…what you need…me…take hold of you.

I slip off the desk and drop to my knees, and wrap my lips around the tip of your cock, and begin to suck.

“Oh my god! Yes! Yes, I’m cumming!”

I swallow every drop of your release, running my tongue around the tip until you’re so sensitive you’re shaking.

Before I can fully register it, you bend down and pull me up to my feet with you.

“Spread your legs.”

You clamp your arm around my waist and pin me to the desk. Heat flushed through my body as I grab a fistful of your open shirt, and you slip your hand between my legs. Slipping back and forth along my pussy…

“Yeah? You like that?”

“Yeah… Put your fingers inside me – ”

Effortlessly, you slip two fingers inside me, pumping fast and taking no time to find my g-spot.

Ohhh my god, I need it…I need more… I grab fistfuls of your shirt, rocking hard…fucking your hand.

I bury my face in your shoulder to muffle the desperate sounds that come from me, but you thread your fingers into my hair and pull me back.

“Eyes on me. Eyes on me, that’s it. I want to watch that pretty face when you cum… ”

Fuck…your eyes are so hungry…so fucking dark… if you wanted to bend me over this desk and fuck me however you wanted, I’d let you.

You move faster, your palm slapping against my clit. My knees get weak as pleasure pulses from between my legs.

You’re so desperate for me… craving me… It takes everything in me not to scrunch my eyes closed…to keep them on you.

Fuck, watching you watch me…keeping my hair firmly wrapped around your fist as you press your forehead to mine. Yes…yes…

I can’t…it feels too good…I can’t hold on…

“Ohh god, I’m cumming…! I - Ohh!”

“Come on baby, come on baby, come on… Cum on these fucking fingers -”

“Arrgghh fuck, yes, cum on them, cum on them… That’s it – good fucking girl…”

You carefully slide your fingers out of me…and not taking your eyes off me, you bring your fingers to your mouth.

I shudder in your arms and my knees almost buckle, but you hold me tighter. Ffffuuuck, that’s so hot…all of this was so fucking hot. I can barely think straight.

Teasing you and then you fucking ravaging me? You’re hard again, pressing against my lower belly.

You trace your lips along my jaw, up around the shell of my ear.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah…that was…that was really hot.”

I feel so safe in the space where your neck and shoulder meet and just let myself sink into your warm body.

I always get cuddly after being with you like this. No matter how intense or soft it is, I just need these precious moments after…to feel that connection we have on an even deeper level.

I love the feel of your lips on my skin as you envelop me in your arms, resting your head against mine.

“So…good stress relief?”

“Never better… And I’ve got the week of having you to myself. ”

“Or me having you to myself.”

“Fine by me either way.”