Seducing the Boss

Seriously, how long does it take to colour-code a spreadsheet?

Okay, move that to there, and…

Okay, almost done. You got this.

Just a little colour… though Francesca insists on using these really hideous colours. If I were in her shoes, it would be pastels all day, every day. Not this neon monstrosity.

Seriously, this report looks like an '80s rave threw up on it. Makes my eyes hurt.

Okay, time to stretch… And get this stupid thing emailed…

Aaaaanndd done.

Finally, I can go home, order some takeout…Binge-watch some trashy reality tv…

Hold on. The light’s on in your office.

You’re working late. It’s not out of the ordinary for you to work late. You are the boss, after all.

But… on a Friday? You’re always adamant about us taking time to enjoy our weekends.

Well… unless it’s me and I’ve messed up on a spreadsheet that’s due first thing Monday.

I look around the rest of the office. There’s no one else here.

Excitement pools in my belly. We’re alone.

Like, alone alone.

This is… unexpectedly… perfect.

I grab the files that were dumped on my desk this afternoon. Conveniently, the ones you need for next week.

Perhaps all those times we’ve casually flirted during the workday and our monthly reviews will pay off tonight.

There’s something between us. That much is obvious.

I’ve been trying to move things forward for months now. Trying to get you to… I don’t know… open up to me?

I see how you look at me, and there’s always that shift in the air whenever we’re in the same room. And I know for definite you think about me the same way I think about you.

It’s just…It’s going so slowly.

You’re so professional and I love that about you. You really love this job and love seeing the rewards for your work. But you’re really trying to keep the boss-employee barrier intact.

I get it. I do. You’re the new boss and broke the glass ceiling in this department.

The last thing you need is an HR write-up for fucking someone in the office.

“Um…hi.”

“Hey. I didn’t know you were working late.”

“Uh, yeah. Just finishing that report for Monday morning.”

“That’s good. I’m looking forward to seeing it. It’s not in that neon colour code, is it?”

Oh no. Please don’t tell me I spent ages redoing that report for you to hate it.

“I – well –”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. I know how particular Francesca can be with those things. I’m thinking about telling her to change to pastels. ”

“Pastels? I was thinking the same.”

“Great minds think alike.”

That look. When you peek up at me from above your glasses when you’re concentrating. And how they flicker down my body and back up.

How can I not be attracted to you?

You’re everything I want in a woman, and now I’m finally alone with you, I go all tongue-tied?

I’m never like this! Okay, come on, I can do this.

This is the opportune moment, and I'm screwing this up! Don’t screw this up!

“So, uh… I have those files you asked me to print. Where do you want them? ”

“I – I’ll take those, thanks.”

You’re trying to keep yourself in control. But I can see the blush creeping up your neck, so I must be doing something right.

I may have chosen that low-cut blouse I’ve caught you stealing glances at during our meetings. The white one that’s just soft enough to outline my bra, leaving a little something to the imagination.

I make my way over to your desk, swaying my hips just a little more as you watch. Your hand’s outstretched, and you’ve got that firm, concentrating look on your face when you’re super-focused.

“Thank you. You know that report isn’t due until next Monday, right? Not this one coming? ”

Shit. Really? I worked overtime when I didn’t need to?

No…no, this is a good thing. Because I’m here…with you.

No one’s around to get in the way. I’m pretty sure the janitor has left for the night.

“Actually, I don’t need this one.. You can take that back. ”

Steeling myself, I take a deep breath to try and get my mojo back.

I place my hand on the desk, deliberately bending over a little so you can see a peek of cleavage. All while I ‘pretend’ to look at the paper in the file.

“Is there anything else I can do?”

When you look up at me, my cheeks burn. I can see how your eyes flicker down to my chest, just for a split second, thinking I won’t notice.

“I, uh…”

“Yes?”

I lean in a little closer, noticing the flush in your cheeks. And how your eyes darken slightly as they flicker down to my lips.

Okay. Mojo is officially back. You’re close as you straighten up, our eyes locked. Only inches apart.

Then you pull back, adjusting in your seat.

“Okaaay, I think that’s everything I need. Is there anything else I need to see? ”

Ohhh come on! Just a little something?

I can see you’re holding back. I know you want this too…

Okay…this is cliché, but desperate times call for desperate measure

I drop the file, sending the papers everywhere on the floor. How clumsy of me.

“Oh!”

“Oh! ”

You stand up from your desk, then stop mid-step. I’m bent over, picking up a paper…the low-cut blouse working its magic.

Our eyes meet, and your teeth graze your bottom lip for just a moment. Flushed, and your eyes darken again.

You’ve definitely figured me out now, you know that it wasn’t just me having butter fingers.

A wave of heat rushes to my face as I reach for the top button of my blouse, letting it slip through the loop.

A sexy grin quirks at your full lips.

“If you wanted me to look, all you had to do was ask”

Your eyes flit behind me for a moment, making sure no one else is around. Your chest rises and falls while you watch my fingers trail over my breast.

“You want me to stop?”

I run my index finger over the next button, carefully slipping it through the loop. My shirt pops open at the chest, revealing the white lace bra underneath.

Fuck, you’re looking at me like you want to devour me. Your eyes darken, and I see you take a deep breath through your nose…

You’re trying so hard to keep it together…to keep that professional barrier between us. But it’s crumbling, piece by piece. Button by button…

“No...”

Fuck…

I knew there was something between us. I wouldn’t have taken it this far if I thought for a moment you didn’t feel the same, or if it made you uncomfortable.

I’ve fantasised so much about how you might look at me…what you’d do to me… But how you’re looking at me now, with that dark, barely-controlled lust as I slip my shirt off my shoulders…

Revealing my hard nipples poking against the lace…I’m bolder when I notice how your shoulders rise and fall slightly as you get more aroused…

“The skirt next…”

A smile curls at my lips, and I reach back for the zipper, shimmying out of my pencil skirt to reveal matching panties.

Your fists bunch on the desk, and your eyes flicker with heat…wandering over my body… My cheeks flush, and I feel…vulnerable…exposed…under your stare…but in a good way.

You hook your finger in a silent invitation, and my belly somersaults. Oh my god…this is it…what are you going to do?

Put me up on your desk? Ohh yes, please put me up on your desk…

I move closer, never taking my eyes off you until I’m right in front of you, between you and the desk.

I can feel the heat from you as you take a step closer. Those eyes… You’re almost flush against me as you take my chin by the crook of your finger.

You think you can seduce your boss?

“I...”

“You want this?”

You lean in…fuck… You’re so close, your lips barely apart from mine.

“Please…”

We become lost in a wave of frantic kisses. Your mouth is a perfect mixture of soft and firm, your usual professional control now in tatters on the office floor.

Heat ripples through me as you pin my hips against the desk with your own, your hands roaming up my back, down to my ass…everywhere.

I hoist myself back to sit on the desk, wrapping my legs around you, pulling you to me.

“You're so bad...”

“Is that a problem…boss?”

“A very delicious problem…”

You kiss down my neck, nipping the sensitive skin as your hands caress around my ribs. Fuck…

You kiss lower, over my decolletage and I slip my fingers into your hair as your lips run between my breasts.

“You have no idea how often I’ve thought about you like this…”

My body buzzes with need, my legs tightening around your hips. You take my breasts in your hands, running your tongue over my nipples, biting slightly over the fabric.

“I arch against your lips, pushing my nipple more into your mouth. Your tongue is soft as it circles the hardened nub before sucking it between your lips, biting down slightly. ”

“Ohh god…”

“Do you realise…How hard it’s been…For me?When you tease me…? ”

A ripple of pleasure and triumph courses through my body. Since the moment you started as the new boss, since our first meeting…I’ve wanted you.

Along with being…so…fucking hot… You’re so good at everything you do… Your slick, professional persona just fucking drives me insane.

“I’ve fantasised about you on my desk just like this…”

“So many nights…thinking about you…”

You slip my bra straps down my shoulders, reaching around and unhooking my bra. We hurry to take off each other’s clothes…or what’s left of mine.

I push your blazer off your shoulders, but when I reach for your skirt, you grab my wrists.

“Ah-ah…my clothes stay on.”

“Ohh, but I want to see you…Please ”

“You can see me… when your boss says you can.”

I feel myself melt, growing wetter between my legs as my thighs squeeze together.

Fffuucckkk. In all the times I’ve thought about you… About us…like this… I never thought it would unlock a new kink in me.

The whole boss/employee thing feels hot and forbidden to start with. But the way you’re using it, like you know what it does to me?

Oh…my god.

You guide me to lie down on the desk, trailing your lips between my breasts. Palming them, you take my nipples between your lips again.

“Ahh…”

“Sensitive?”

“Uh-huh…”

You suck and pull back slightly, watching my nipple spring back, running the flat of your tongue after you bite to soothe the sting…

You trail your lips down my stomach, tugging at the waistband of my underwear with your teeth. Fuck, that’s so hot…

All I can do is watch. It’s like I’m mesmerised, entranced…as you gently pull my panties to the side.

“Fuck… You’re glistening for me. So pretty… ”

“Oh my god…”

“Does that feel as good as you fantasised?”

My whole body shudders deliciously. You look up at me, and I feel myself turn small, but in a good way. Like I’m completely at your mercy, and I love every second of it.

Not taking your eyes off me, you run your tongue…slowly…from my entrance to my clit…

“Don’t be shy now… You’ve been teasing me for so long… Does it feel better than your fantasies? ”

“So much better…”

“I’ve wanted you…for so long… Now let me get my fill of you… ”

I let my fingers wander into your hair, over your perfect French twist. I want to undo you, but you guide my hands away.

“Oh, no you don’t… I’m the boss, remember? ”

You reach up and undo the chiffon tie at the neck of your blouse. A pussy bow. How fitting.

You take my wrists and tie them together.

“Keep them above your head. Let me give you what you so…desperately…need.”

You press me back, urging me to lie down on the desk, and I obey without another word. I want this more than anything.

You circle your tongue over my nipple, running the tip of your tongue down my stomach… Giving my hip a single kiss before you delve hungrily back between my legs.

“Ohh…oh my god…”

I curl my fingers around the back of the desk while your tongue circles hungrily at my clit.

My hips buck against your lips…Fuck…

I love how you circle the tip of your tongue right at the most sensitive parts of me, flicking skillfully back and forth. You’re moving fast, like you’re desperate for me, but at the same time, savouring every single lick.

I can feel my pussy clenching as I rock up against your face, pleasure pulsing through my body as I desperately try to keep my tied hands above my head.

It’s so hard not to reach down and feel your silky hair between my fingers. But you gave your orders, and I try hard to obey as you pleasure me. You know I do not like to be ordered around. But now we’re here, like this…I find myself wanting to please you.

To let you…well, be the boss.

You tease me, swirling two fingers around my entrance and slipping them inside.

“Fuck, so wet…”

You don’t waste any time, pumping your fingers inside me as you work your tongue. Arching into your touch.

Ohhh yes…yes, it feels so good. I need you…I need you so badly…

Watching you take me how you want, on your fucking office desk… Knowing that tomorrow, no one else will know you fucked me right here.

I hold onto the back of the desk, rocking my hips in rhythm with your fingers. With your tongue…

“There…let me give you what you need…”

It’s so good, I’m so lost in what you’re doing to me that I don’t even notice I’m about to cum until—

“Ohh…oh god…ahh…”

I’m boneless, and I barely register you stopping to pull me up as you cup my face in your hands.

You kiss me so desperately, my taste on your tongue sends my head spinning. Knowing you want me like this…it’s better than I ever imagined.

“On your knees.”

You help me slide off the desk, until I’m on my knees at your feet. Fuck, you look so good from this angle.

Looking up at you, my wrists flexing against the chiffon. The way it makes me feel so… restrained like this… It makes me need you more.

“Don’t you look so pretty… On your knees, right where you belong. ”

Ohh my god, this is so hot. Kneeling at your feet, and you looking so…in control.

I can barely contain myself as you pull up your pencil skirt, revealing your underwear. I can see how wet you are through the fabric, fuck…

You pull them to the side…

“You wanted this, right?”

“Yes...”

“Then what are you waiting for? It’s right here, so…take it ”

I bury my face between your legs without another thought.

“Ohh god…yes…”

Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined… I twist my wrists around the restraints, bringing them to try and feel your wetness soak my fingers.

“Hands down… Just your tongue… ”

Ohh fuck, yes. I obey you, letting my hands drop back down as I circle my tongue over your clit.

You part your legs a little wider, guiding me exactly where you want me. My clit throbs, aching to be touched again as I taste you, savouring your sweet wetness on my tongue.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this…”

You shift my head a little to the left, gripping my hair a little tighter. I can’t get enough of you…I need more of you…I need to make you feel good.

It’s not just needing to…it’s…an unquenchable thirst. An insatiable need to please you, no matter how or when.

You ask me to do it, I will. You say jump, and I’ll ask how high.

I want to touch myself, to make myself cum again as I flick my tongue over your clit, kissing…tasting…

“You wanted this…? You want to make me feel good? ”

“Mmm…mm-hmm…”

But denying myself here…there’s just something so…right…about it. My focus is completely on you. Only on you.

“Right there…right – Ohh yeah…don’t stop. ”

Every time my wrists pull against the tie, I get wetter. Every time your hips rock up harder into my face, your scent filling my nostrils, my mind goes blank.

I just keep going, moving my tongue at that exact pace and pressure you want… You need…from me.

You grab my hair tighter, fucking my face as your hips buck, and your thighs begin to shake. Bracing your free hand back on the desk, you move harder, and I find my own hips mimic your rhythm.

“Ohh…ohh yes! Don’t stop! ”

“Ohh god, please cum on my tongue, I need it…”

“Right there… Oh… ”

I lick my lips, savouring your gorgeous taste on my mouth. I’m in such a haze for a moment that I barely register we’re still in the office.

“Oh my god…”

I can’t help the smug, triumphant little smile that spreads across my face. As I try to get up, I forget my hands are still tied.

“Oh - uh, sorry - let me get that…”

You untie my wrists and take my hands, helping me to my feet.

You look shocked and flushed, but in a good way. You flash me an excited little smile as you straighten out your clothes.

For just a few moments, I made your proper, professional persona break. And knowing I made you lose control, that I did that?

I feel…accomplished.Proud.

I slink back into my skirt and slip on my shirt, leaving it open. Smoothing out my hair, I turn back to you.

You’re flushed, processing what just happened. Your perfect French twist is coming loose with that ‘just-fucked dishevelled’ look.

Seeing you all discombobulated after what we just did is…cute.

“So…see you Monday, boss?”

““Yeah… See you Monday ”

I flash you a knowing grin and head for the door.

“And by the way? I think I’ll assign you some more overtime. We’ve got some serious catching up to do.”