Part of the game. (f/f)
by Nikki D.
The intercom on my phone beeped, the low, raspy voice of my boss filled my ears. She was requesting my presence in her office.
I rapped lightly on the door, entering only after the voice on the other side bade me to do so.
She was sitting at her desk reviewing a document, and did not look up as she said with a casual air , "Lock the door." I did as I was told, as I tried to cage the fear that ran loose through my body like an escaped circus animal, for the game was about to begin.
I remained with my back against the door for a few ticks, waiting...she finally gave me her eyes, a mischievous grin playing at their corners. "Get down on your hands and knees...and crawl over to me." Without a thought to the seemingly strange request, I obeyed. I crawled slowly over to the black leather executive chair, eyeing its occupant until I was at her feet. She parted her legs slightly and ran her long, French manicured fingers through my hair as I kissed and caressed the calf of her left leg. She continued to stroke my hair absently as if I were a feline pet, rubbing against her leg, purring in response to her attention.
"...Stand up." Her words were not forceful, but my threatened to jump out of my chest, as I obeyed her request.
"Now..unbutton your dress." Her voice was a low growl, full of erotic tension, that caused a warm flush over my features. There was no hesitation in my actions as my fingers immediately set to work undoing the line of buttons down the front of my dress.
Just as I reached the last button I looked up to meet her eyes. "Take it off," she whispered. I slid the dress off my shoulders and draped it over a near by chair, and returned to my position in front of the executive chair, clad only in thigh hi's and Donna Karan pumps.
The tall, slender figure rose from the chair and leveled her gaze upon me, stepping into my space she cupped my face in her hands and kissed me. Soft and sensual, teasing the corners of my mouth with her tongue, taking her time as she explored every inch of my oral cavity. I could feel my body temperature start to rise and I felt the overwhelming desire to touch her flesh-to taste her, but I knew the rules, and my body trembled as I fought that natural urge. A moan escaped from deep within me, my body's way of conveying the building desire, as her hands moved from my face to leisurely explore my being.
Long fingers began a courtship with my breasts and excited nipples, sending jolts of pleasure to the hot spot that throbbed between my legs.
"Does that feel good?" she already knew the answer, and a small grin formed at the corners of her mouth when all I could manage was a moan in answer to her question.
Her hands slid further down my body, in no hurry. Finger tips leisurely drawing small circles on the flesh of my abdomen, and around my belly button, as she captured my left nipple in her mouth and tortured it with her tongue. Small feather like flicks, and nips racked my body with pleasure.
"Yeess." The word slid from my lips before I could stop it. That was against the rules. It was about control. Control over our minds and bodies. I was not supposed to verbally express the pleasure I was feeling, I knew I would pay for it later, but that was also part of the game.
She released my breast from the warm prison of her mouth, took a step back and cast her gaze upon me. My head was thrown back with my eyes closed, as I concentrated on the incredible sensations her tongue on my flesh was creating. The feelings were so intense it took me a moment to realize she was no longer touching me. A dull ache for the heat of her touch pulsed though my body.
Her breathing matched mine in its raggedness as she growled, "turn around." I did a 180 degree turn so that my back was to her. I could feel her presence in my space once again. Then I felt the smooth feeling of her silk blouse, and the warmth of her breasts on my back as she stepped in close behind me, her wool skirt scratching the tender skin on my ass as she began to grind her hips against me. Lips planted soft kisses on the nape of my neck and shoulder blade, as long fingers once again harassed my nipples. Little whimpers leapt from my lips with every kiss and caress, as I tried in vain to deal with the sensory over load to my nervous system.
"Don't move." Her raspy voice was thick with desire. As she uttered the words, her left hand snaked down my body, stroking the inside of my thigh, then gently cupping my needy, wet sex. Some sort of primal cry escaped from my chest as she slipped two fingers inside me, and began a slow..firm... fuck. My arms were straight at my sides, with my fists clenched, my chest heaved as I sucked in full lungs of oxygen in an attempt to control the pleasure endorphins flooding my body. My resistance was futile, as she used her fingers to keep my orgasm just over the horizon, like the sun just before dawn.
"Can you feel me touching your soul?" She whispered the words softly in my ear as the tip of her thumb grazed my neglected clit, simultaneously increasing the speed, and depth of her fingers. There was flash of white and blue lights, as a jolt of pleasure surged through my body, and caused my hips to buck involuntarily.
My resolve crumbled, and I gave in to the hot need that pulsed at my center. I panted "FUCK...MEE...PLEASE!!...OHH..GOING TO CUM!!," as my trembling hands covered hers and together we touched my soul. I bucked and ground my hips on our fingers as my orgasm cleared the horizon, burning in a blaze of red and orange like the morning sun, blinding me momentarily.
I was spent, and as my legs began to give way, my lover lowered us into the executive chair, me on her lap and slightly between her leg, as she absently stoked my hair.
"You moved." I had broken the rules, and knew I would be punished, but that too, was also a part of the game.
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