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I'm not going to brag or anything…screw that, I’m bragging. There are very few men that would casually sport my physique.
Describing myself would be a little more narcissistic than is intended, but let's just say she is impressed with what she sees, enough to keep her staring.
That’s when I begin making my advancement.
"So, what was it that you wanted to tell me, Rebecca?" I hardly call her by her name, but in this situation, that's what feels right. Being sincere, I think I like how it sounds on my tongue.
Rebecca.
Her eyes widen, realizing that I’m bringing not just myself but my exposed member along with me closer and closer to her.
Still, even that shock doesn't translate to motion for her, so for more shock effect, I make sure to come as close to her as possible.
"I, uh, just wanted to say thank you for taking care of Skylar over the weekend.” Her chest expands and relaxes more rapidly with every step I take closer until I am inches away from her.
Note that every part of my body is now extremely close to her, including my manhood, and she doesn't hesitate to take a shameless peek.
"Eyes up here, boss." I take her chin with two of my fingers and bring them to face me. It's a daring move considering sheismy boss, but I am royalty.
Dominance has been ingrained into me, and I know exactly how to execute it.
One look, and she’s completely lost. The last set of breaths leave her mouth, and at some point, she isn't even breathing, just staying still and possibly hoping the moment is a dream.
Whether she wants it to last or to disappear is what I don’t know, but I know where to place my bet.
“I stay with Skylar every weekend, and you pay me for that, so I have to doubt you there." I look straight into her eyes, nowhere else.
She's a boss in every sense of the word.
Most people would have averted their gaze long before now, especially with the uncomfortable circumstances surrounding this look, but not Rebecca.
If anything, she seems to revel in the eye game, and it gives her more confidence than looking at my protrusion.
"You stayed overnight. You hardly do that, especially not on short notice. I genuinely wanted to thank you for it." Her voice is a lot less confident than it usually is, but even then, it’s stillimpressive that she manages to string full sentences together without stammering.
I don’t know anybody who won’t be trembling in the situation she is in.
"Well, now you can thank me." I add a third finger to the ones on her chin. It’s my thumb, and I stroke her chin with it. This is starting to feel good, even for me.
I can feel down below my phallus starting to twitch. That would be a little embarrassing, so my hand falls to the sides.
"Th…thank you, Jordan," she says, and I watch her throat bob up and down from the huge blob of saliva just swallowed. It's almost like I can see right through her in this vulnerability. I can deduce her every craving.
I’m very sure I could take this a lot further than it is now, but I loathe her too much for that to be an option, even though my semi-erection says otherwise.
"Good, you can go now," I order her flippantly, forgetting momentarily my place in her house, and she does leave.
There's this weird power dynamic that shifts when you're the one holding the stake in the awkwardness of a situation. I wield that power by being completely naked and use it like a pro.
Being a natural-born leader, however, doesn't equate to having your way all the time.
After my command, she still stays rooted to the ground. The boss in her wouldn’t give way to my command and allow me to execute them.
"Is there anything else you need, anything you want me to do for you?" I ask.
Silence.
It’s not a timid one; it’s just pure refusal to speak, hence making me feel the need to take over the space again.
