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It’s been two weeks since we’ve been alone together in the same space. Our last business trip to Bath had taken an interesting turn. Well, interesting for me, but seemingly distressing for him. He doesn’t know how to treat me anymore. I see the way he has to forcibly deflate himself every time he sees me.

He felt bad about the distance between us, I could tell. I had been his assistant for just over a year now. In that year our working relationship quickly became a friendship. For me that friendship turned into a crush, an intense, soul gripping crush. He’s not available and I know that. It should put me off, it should make me sad, it should make me feel a lot of different things but all I feel is attraction and desire. And since Bath that dynamic has shifted, he’s felt the need to pull back, I know how his mind works, he thinks he’s led me on. Thinks he’s done something to tempt me and given me the wrong signals. He hasn’t… well he has tempted me, but the signals have all been clear, and he hasn’t misled me.

He wants me, that’s not the issue here. The issue is that he’s a good man, too good to do what we both want. Too good to let go and say yes. He’ll feel like he’s taking advantage of me. A young, impressionable, career driven girl that works for him… works under him.

Yes, I’m young, but I make my own choices and set my own pace. I know what I want and I’m going to get it.

And now I knew I had an in after what happened in Bath two weeks ago.

***Two weeks earlier ***

We were stood in front of our hotel rooms in Bath, but I had packed too many bags and needed help. Tim being Tim had kept his luggage light and simple, I on the other hand had brought all of my clothing choices. Ever the gentleman, he helped bring my bags in. I offered him a drink and to re-run through our plan for the meeting the next day. In effort to find my copy of the agenda I started going through my bags and again Tim offered to help. I knew where the agenda was, It was in my handbag neatly tucked away in a plastic wallet labelled “Bath Agenda and Site Info”. I just wanted to get a reaction, to gage my next move really. I directed him to my rose gold suitcase containing all my more delicate items. When he opened the suitcase, his face went bright red, his Adam’s apple bobbed and his dark wash jeans tightened ever so slightly.

That told me everything I needed to know. He had stumbled across my bras and very skimpy, very lacey panties. Each unfolded but put together in their matching pairs. I had read somewhere that 80% of men were more turned on by matching underwear than not matching. So I was careful when packing.

“Oh, erm, I don’t think I’ll find it in this bag. Where else could it be?” He said through what can only be described as a strained voice.

“I’ve looked everywhere else, and I’m checking my handbag now but I think it’s got to be there so please keep looking through it” I replied.

It took all my will power to not smile widely at him as I said it. I knew what he was going to find.

I sat at the desk with my handbag, pretending to go through it, I had the mirror angled just right so I could see his face as he found it. And he did. The box and remote for the Bluetooth clitoral stimulator and vibrator I’d had fitted inside me at the time and lodged against my clit. His eyes went wide, his tongue had practically fallen out of his mouth. He let out an audible gasp.

“Everything alright Tim?” I ask coyly

“Erm it’s not in this bag Phoebe. Maybe you lost it?” he answered.

I could see him still holding the box, he inspected it and looked inside. He had now discovered it was empty. Tim was smart, he knew what this was going to be, but he was going to resist, and I respected him for that. But I was a dark princess, and I wasn’t going to end that night without getting what I wanted.

“I found it! Brilliant we can get started now!” I exclaimed as I walked toward him.

He was still kneeling on the dark grey carpet next to my suitcase, still holding the box, but now he had the remote in his other hand. I could see his thumb hovering over the little plus sign under the clit label of the remote. I had purchased the best on the market, 18 speeds gölbaşı escort and settings, simultaneous clit and vibrator usage, long range Bluetooth connection, water proof, all the bells and whistles it could possibly have.

I don’t think he had even noticed me standing behind him over his shoulder, he was enthralled by the device, reading the instructions on the back of the instructions. I could see the wheels spinning in his head, trying to figure out how to confirm if I was really wearing the device.

I was done being patient and subtle. Subtlety had done nothing for my agenda so far.

Over the past few weeks my skirts had gotten shorter, my blouses lower, I was consistently wearing the perfume he always complimented when I wore it. It was called Rare Onyx, it was deep tones of amber and rose, it felt like sex in the autumn and I knew he loved it. He picked up on it every time I wore it. I had been wearing my natural hair every day because he had mentioned how pretty I looked the first time I came to work without braids or a wig. My office was adjoined to his, and the only way to get to his office was through mine. I knew he could hear me through the walls, so on a few choice occasions when we had been working late, I had locked the door to my office and masturbated loud enough for him to hear. I even purposely left my used panties hanging out of a drawer in my desk.

I knew he had taken them because they weren’t there when I had returned. That night I masturbated harder than ever thinking that he had gone home, snuck into his bathroom and made himself cum into those panties, thinking about me, about how the panties had gotten so wet.

But even after all that, he still hadn’t jumped. I had to make it clear to him that I wanted him. I wanted his strong arms around my body, his lips on mine, his tongue on my nipples.

God, I needed him. Desire and passion were all I felt when I looked at him.

It didn’t help that he absolutely dominated our meeting earlier that day. He just commanded the room, everyone paying attention to him and hanging on to his every word was so erotic. Seeing him having that hold on the people in that room was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Thank god I wore a long blazer, because I know there was a wet patch on the back of my skirt.

“Yes.” I said to him simply.

It was only then that he noticed I was so close to him. He jumped a little and dropped the box, but the remote was still firmly I his grip. So firmly that his thumb pushed the plus sign. Immediately I felt the slight gently buzz of the toy on my clit. I couldn’t help but release a soft moan. You could hear the toy buzzing away at my clit. All too soon though the sensation was gone. He had pushed the minus button and turned the toy off. A little whine of disappointment.

He realised then that he had confirmation. I was wearing the toy. In that moment I think he found his footing and composure. He regained his control of the situation. He stood up, towering over my short 5″3 frame. His eyes bore deep into mine, remote still in hand he led me to the little sofa in the room adjacent to the desk.

“You said yes. Yes, to what?” he asked, now so nonchalantly. Almost coolly. I couldn’t help but be turned on by his complete change in demeanour. It was like the sound of me moaning flipped a switch in him.

“Yes, I’m wearing the toy.” I whispered back

“I think we’ve gathered that, Phoebe. You wanted me to find the remote?” He questioned as he hit the plus button twice. My breath hitched instantly; I pressed my thighs together to try to relive the ache a little bit. But his large touched my thigh, firmly and separated my legs. This was the first time he had touched me on more than just the arm or the small of my back. I could have cum there and then.

All I could do was nod in response.

“You’ve been teasing me for weeks now. Why?” he questioned again and increased the power on the toy.

“I want you.” That was all I could say without moaning again.

“You want me? So you’ve been dressing sexier?” he asked, now adding the internal vibrator to the mix. I don’t know what setting he had it on anymore. I couldn’t focus, but the gölcük escort vibration was intense.

“Yes, I wanted…” I moaned “… I wanted you to want me too.” I breathed.

“And the panties?” he smirked as he asked. He already knew why. He was torturing me. I knew the game we were playing now. He wanted his questions answered, and he would up the pressure and settings of the toy with each question. Lowering my inhibitions (as if they could get lower) to get the truth from me.

“I came in them…” the pressure of the toy was becoming too much for me. I needed his touch on me. As if he could hear my thoughts. He stepped closer to me on the sofa and dragged the desk chair with him. He sat down across from me but close enough for me to reach all of him. He looked at me for a second, as though trying to decide his next step.

His hand finally settled on the top of my blouse, a devious smirk overcame his face, and he just pulled my top down. I heard the rip; he had quite literally ripped my blouse from my body. It was cheap and flimsy anyway, but I had worn it knowing you could see the fabric of my bra, and tight bud of my nipples.

Now I was sat on the sofa, skirt still on, blouse ripped open and revealing my dark purple lace, half cup bra. It was too sizes too small for my F cup breasts, but I wanted them heaving when he finally saw them. And heaving they were. My breath was so fast paced from the toy that my breasts were essentially bouncing from my breathing alone. His fingers grazed the fabric of the bra, as though he was studying it.

“Too pretty to ruin.” Was all he said before he pulled the bra lower, revealing my full heavy breasts. My nipples here taught and hard and oh so sensitive. He increased the toy yet again. His fingers moved to my left nipple, he tugged hard but sensual. Shockwaves went straight to my now drenched cunt. I went to put my thighs together again, but he was too quick for me. This time his hand was much higher on my thigh. Mere inches from my pussy. So close that I knew he had touched some of my wetness. His hand went higher, so high now that he had pushed the vibrator deeper into me as he increased the settings. I was close now. His touch was sending me out of orbit. I had no control.

Here I was in my hotel room, with my boss that I’ve wanted for months. Breasts out, cunt leaking, and being controlled by him. It was everything I had wanted for weeks. Everything I needed from him. He removed his hand from me, left his chair and joined me on the sofa.

“You are going to cum on my fingers, my thumb on your clit, my fingers inside you wet tight cunt. Do you understand. No more toys. Nod if you understand” his voice commanding like it was in the meeting.

I nodded. I couldn’t even fathom attempting to speak.

“Good girl.” I whimpered hard when he said that. My pussy gushed a fresh load of juice at that.

He unzipped my skirt and pulled it off my body with my panties and fully removed my blouse. I was now on the sofa with the man of my dreams, in just my bra holding up my exposed breasts. It was everything I’ve wanted.

He spread my thighs even wider and slowly removed the toy but upped the settings to the max before he did it. I was one stroke away from making the ultimate mess.

He started kissing my lips, gently at first, not touching any sensitive areas. He dominated our kiss; he was taking my mouth. Fucking my mouth with his strong tongue. As he kissed me deeper, his hand cupped my breast, alternating between them, pulling, pinching, squeezing and tugging. I couldn’t help but start working my hips against the sofa, I needed release. He pulled away from our kiss and started kissing his way down my jaw, my neck and then to my breasts. He chuckled softly against them.

“Is my greedy little baby wanting to cum?” he was mocking me, and I knew it. But why was it so god damn hot.

“Please Tim” I begged, working my hips even faster.

“Tell me why you did all this?”

“Please Tim, please let me cum. I’m so close. Please.” The pleads were all I could get my brain to process.

“Tell me, and you’ll get to cum.” He said simply. Like anything about this was simple. I was under his gölhisar escort control, where I had wanted to be. I was so close to being fulfilled and he wanted me to answer a question I had already answered? Was he getting off from torturing me? He must be punishing me for toying with him all this time.

He went back to sucking and kissing on my breast and nipples. Clearly saying I would get relief until he got an answer.

“I told you… uh… Tim… I want you. I always wanted you. Your hot and sexy… fuck… smart and you make me so horny. You know… this…please.” I moaned out to him.

“No.” was all he said

“No? What do you mean no?” I questioned. He ignored me, went back to sucking on my tits like it was his last meal. My nipples would feel raw in the morning and I was already craving the memory of him.

“Please…” I tried one last desperate plea. He released my right nipple with a soft ‘plop’ sound.

“You don’t want me.” His hand now finally working their way towards my pussy.

“Yes I do!” I exclaim as his finger slides easily inside my wet cunt. The feel of him inside me for the first time was indescribable. I had never felt such pleasure. His thumb was strumming up and down my slit, purposely avoiding my clit.

“You don’t want me, Phoebe. Its more.” He says. More? More? I don’t think I could want him anymore than I do. His beautiful body that I’ve dreamt of sweating over me multiple nights. It doesn’t help that he works out before coming in the office so he’s all sweaty when he walks in and heads to the company showers.

“What’s more?… Please… stop teasing…. Let me cum” I beg him. I’ve never begged for anything in my life before. Not for a job, a man, money, nothing. But here I was, begging this man to let me cum on his fingers.

“You don’t just want me. You need me. You need this. Me controlling your body, having you vulnerable, desperate, wet. God its like a fucking slip and slide here. How are you so tight Phoebe. How is my filthy little baby so tight and wet for me. Say you need me. Confess!”

He was right. I need him, I’ve needed him for a long time. More than just sexually, I need his company and his jokes and hour long rants about rugby and the tour de France. I need to hear him complain about putting on workshops and to hear him talk about the progress of his gym competitions.

I need him.

“I need you! I need you so desperately… please please please!”

“Good girl” with that he thrust in two more fingers and used his other hand to rub hard and fast on my clit, his tongue back on my nipples. Shockwaves from all angles.

I could feel that pressure deep in my stomach building, my wetness was dripping down my thighs, I could feel the cool air of the AC against it.

His fingers were pumping deep inside me as I was grinding my hips down hard on them.

My clit had never been so sensitive and swollen. I could feel it coming, I was cumming.

“I’m cumming, fuck… Tim…cum…Aaaaahhhhhh”

My hips bucked hard and fast, he bit gently on my nipple. My orgasm washed over me stronger than ever before. He kept fingering me, pressing on my clit as I rode the wave of my orgasm.

I was out of breath, slightly in shock and so happy and relieved. He finally pulled his fingers out of me, my thighs still spread wide. He licked his fingers clean and groaned.

The pleasure I felt from him loving my taste made me dizzy. I wanted him to feel as good as he had made me feel. My hand went to the zip of his smart navy blue trousers, but he gripped my wrists and moved them away.

“Tonight was about you, your pleasure. Seeing you come apart. Making you feel fulfilled. You don’t have to do anything more. You are still my employee, and I can’t corrupt you further. ” he stated.

I opened my mouth to respond but before I could he kissed me one more time and swiftly left the room. I knew then that he wasn’t going to let us happen again or go further. But two months ago he wouldn’t have stripped me down and made me cum like a whore on his fingers.

The next morning we met in the lobby downstairs as we had agreed prior to the events of the night before. I tried to bring it up in the taxi but he made sure all our conversations were strictly professional.

He took a week off work after and then worked from home the following week.

***Present day***

He’s been avoiding me for two weeks, but that ends tonight, and it ends with him in my mouth.

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