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He scoots the chair closer, hooks his arm around my waist, and pulls me to the edge of the table. Giovanni opens my legs wide to the point it’s almost obscene. His large hands grip my thighs hard enough to bruise, but I don’t feel the pain. I don’t feel anything but the heat that’s starting from my stomach and spreading throughout my entire body.
Giovanni licks his lips and pushes at my skirt. I lift so he can get it around my hips, and he attacks my pussy like a ravenous monster. I moan deep in my throat at the feel of his tongue against my hot core.
I’m instantly dripping wet, and I don’t care that I’m making a mess of the table. His lips and tongue feel so good I know it won’t take long for me to cum. The buildup of my combined fantasies and the sensations his hands and mouth are evoking have to be illegal.
“Fuuuck…” I breathe out as I writhe around on the tabletop.
My hands are balled into fists at my side, but I want to run them through the thick dark locks on his head. The problem is, I don’t know the rules for touching him. And I saw the fire in his eyes when he mentioned punishing me; he wants to do it.
When he sticks his entire tongue in my pussy, the decision to tug his hair is out of my hands. I pull at his silky strands and hang on for dear life. Giovanni doesn’t stop plunging his tongue in and out of me. But when he adds a thick finger, I feel myself about to explode.
“I’m gonna cum.” As soon as the words leave my lips, Giovanni stops.
“Wha… what happened? What’s wrong?” My eyes pop open, and I look around the office like somebody just caught us. But it’s still just him and me.
Giovanni’s beard is wet with my juices, and he’s staring at me with a look in his eyes that I can’t identify.
“You don’t cum, unless I say you can.” Giovanni pushes back from the table and stands up.
I take a deep breath. This is about control. Giovanni always has to have his control, so I have to make sure he has it. This is what I signed up for. This is what I wanted.
“Yes, sir. Would you like a release?” I look pointedly at the large bulge straining against his tailored slacks.
“I’ll tell you when I need a release. Give me your panties.” He makes a “give me” motion with his hand, his tone is cold and demanding; but I don’t show my confusion at his sudden mood change. I pull my panties out of my pocket and hand them to him.
Giovanni places the pink lacy material in his pocket and starts buttoning up his shirt. I follow his lead and slide off the table and adjust my skirt.
This doesn’t feel as good as I thought it would. I’m lost and confused, and maybe this was a mistake. Maybe I should’ve left this alone. Maybe I should’ve….
Before I can finish the thought, Giovanni grabs my face and kisses me. Hard. He’s sucking at my lips like he did my pussy, and I can hardly keep up with the stroke of his tongue against mine. The kiss is frantic and desperate, and when we pull apart, I’m breathing hard.
“There’s no turning back, so get that out of your head. You’re mine now.” His words are a threat that I feel deep down in my soul.
