Page 52 of In His Office

I shifted in his lap, straddling him so that my center pressed against his cock. He was rock-hard, and a bit boldly, I rolled my hips, rocking myself against him.

“I’m feeling pretty naughty, sir,” I whispered, and he growled, the sound rolling through me like a sudden summer storm.

The car pulled to a stop, and he cleared his throat.

“Then I think it’s time we headed up to my suite,” he mused, and I nodded. A bit timidly, I climbed off his lap. All of a sudden, a batch of nerves barreled up through me. What was I getting myself into?

Images of the hard fucking he’d given me over his desk flashed through my mind, and I couldn’t get them out.

In silence, he helped me out of the car. I noticed that his expression was absolutely molten, and his cock was still very much erect. He led me through the private entrance and up the elevator.

When the door opened, we stepped out, and in an instant, his hands were at the bottom hem of my shirt. Without a word, he lifted it and tossed it aside. My bra soon followed, along with my skirt and my panties. In moments, I was completely naked.

He didn’t take me to the bedroom this time. Instead, he took me straight to the bathroom, where he filled the tub with water and lavender essential oils before he lifted me up off the floor and carefully deposited me in the water. The moment my toes slid in, I realized that it was the perfect temperature, and I sighed happily.

“Now, you’re going to let me take care of you, babygirl. If you fight me, than I’m going to have to punish you, and I’d much rather use my tongue on that sweet little pussy than the flat of my hand,” he threatened.

I flushed bright pink, his insinuation more than clear. My thighs tensed, almost like I was shielding my pussy from his punishing slaps, and he grinned knowingly.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered shyly.

With a warning look, he reached for a bottle of shampoo, pouring a small amount into his palm before gently working it into my hair. His fingers massaged my scalp with a tenderness that was both soothing and exhilarating. The sensation was incredible; each movement of his hands seemed to untangle not just the knots in my hair, but the knots of tension that had built up over the course of the day.

By the time he finished, I was a literal pile of goo.

Gently, he leaned me back and rinsed my hair before he worked a generous amount of conditioner into my dry strands.

“Stand up now, sweet girl,” he instructed, and without thinking, I obeyed. The warm water dripped down my body, and the look of desire that crossed his face at the sight of me nearly undid me.

He picked up a spongy loofah off the shelf beside the deep soaker tub and squeezed a liberal amount of lavender body wash onto it before he dragged it across my body. Slowly but surely, he lathered up every inch of me, deliberately avoiding my breasts and between my thighs. When he finally brushed it over my nipples, I pitched forward, but he was there to catch me. Gently, he pressed me upright, circling my tits with the loofah and driving me crazy.

My pussy throbbed greedily.

When he eventually descended in between my thighs, I was trembling. He was far too gentle, the light touches of the sponge teasing and taunting me with pleasure only just out of reach.

“Such a good girl for me,” he praised, and my heart melted into mush.

“Please,” I begged.

“Turn around, bend over, and grasp the edge of the tub with your hands,” he directed.

With a huff of disappointment, I did as he bade me, not wanting to test him since I’d already asked to go over his knee. When he slid the loofah in between my bottom cheeks, it was almost too much for me to bear. My face flamed and embarrassment flew through me in waves, yet still I obeyed.

I didn’t know why. Maybe it was to please him. Maybe it was because deep down, a part of me liked him taking care of me so thoroughly.

By the time he was finished, my passionate need felt like it was about to set my whole body aflame.

“You did so well for me,” he murmured, and my heart lit up again. “Would you like to enjoy the water a bit more, or are you ready to go over my knee?”

My blush deepened until I was sure my cheeks were as red as a cherry tomato.

“I’m ready to go over your knee, sir,” I murmured.

“Then rinse off for me,” he directed.

“Yes, sir,” I said softly.

I lowered myself beneath the water, rinsing off all the soap and conditioner. When I was ready, I stood back up.

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