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clit. It feels so good so I alternate a few times.
Plunge, pump, pump, circle, circle, pinch, repeat.
The angle is perfect with my leg cocked up on the desk. I plunge my fingers deeper, imagining it’s Sebastian’s cock, taking me hard and fast. My dreams of him are always of hot, fast encounters where he bends me over and fucks me so hard I can almost taste it. In my dreams, he holds my legs back or hooks them over his shoulders so my pussy is completely open, completely ready for whatever he dishes out. I whimper, imagining his cock tunneling into my body, covered in slick cream every time he pulls out.
Just the thought of him fucking me gets me so hot.
I stretch my legs wider, completely caught up in my fantasy. The stretch intensifies the sensations, so every slide of my fingers through my pussy lips feels even better. I’m so wet I can hear it as I pump away. I introduce a third finger and it feels so good, I cry out.
“Yes, Sebastian. Sebastian!”
A second later, my hand is pulled from my body. I open my eyes in surprise and shriek. “Mr. Grey!”
He pulls my leg off the desk and curls it over his arms. “I was Sebastian a minute ago, wasn’t I?”
“Mr. Grey, I know I shouldn’t have come in here,” I gasp and try to pull my leg back but he clamps his arm over it, holding me in place. I’m mortified but even my horror can’t erase the intense arousal I feel. I was on the edge of a colossal climax a few minutes ago and it hasn’t really receded. It’s hovering, waiting to swamp me with a deluge of sensation at any moment.
“No, you shouldn’t have, Isabelle. But you’re here and you’re for damn sure going to say my name.”
He thrusts two fingers into my eager, wet body and I can’t help it, I scream.
“Oh my god. Sebastian. Sebastian!” My pussy clamps down on his fingers as I come. Hard. It feels like my pussy is having a seizure as it clings to his fingers, squeezing him so hard it’ll be a wonder if his hand doesn’t go numb.
His eyes drift closed and he growls. “Fuck yes, say it. Say my name.” He’s all in my face now, dark eyes glittering as he watches me take every rough plunge of his fingers. He’s as talented at this as he is in everything else. He knows exactly how to stroke, his thumb rubbing up against my clit, prolonging the pleasure. Then he kisses me and I’m done for, any resistance I might have had dissolving as his tongue mirrors the action of his fingers.
I am coming apart in his arms.
A few moments later, when I can finally catch my breath again, the embarrassment returns. He pulls back and crouches at my feet, watching me from slitted eyes.
I have no idea what to say. Sorry about finger-fucking myself in your office chair? Not sure that would help.
“Your behavior lately has been unacceptable, Isabelle.” His voice is soft, seductive.
I look up with wide eyes. It seems as though he’s waiting for a response, so I nod quickly. “Yes, yes sir. I know.”
He chuckles, a dark sound that skitters over my nerves and causes my pussy to cream anew. “You have no idea.” He stands suddenly and then comes behind the desk chair. “Get up.”
I jump up and hastily straighten my skirt. I step from behind the desk. “I really am very sorry, sir. I’ll just collect my things…”
He walks around the desk until he stands in front of me. “I didn’t tell you to leave. I said to get up. I just found you touching your pussy in my chair. Did you think you were going to just walk out of here?”
All the blood drains from my face. He was laughing before, so yeah, I kind of did think he was going to let me walk out, no harm done. He’d seemed like he thought it was hot when he was touching me? I back up until my legs hit the back of the desk.
He follows until we’re nose to nose. “You’ve worked for me almost six months now, Isabelle. Do I strike you as the sort of man who allows insubordination to go unchecked?”
“No, sir.” I breathe. God, he’s so sexy I can barely
Plunge, pump, pump, circle, circle, pinch, repeat.
The angle is perfect with my leg cocked up on the desk. I plunge my fingers deeper, imagining it’s Sebastian’s cock, taking me hard and fast. My dreams of him are always of hot, fast encounters where he bends me over and fucks me so hard I can almost taste it. In my dreams, he holds my legs back or hooks them over his shoulders so my pussy is completely open, completely ready for whatever he dishes out. I whimper, imagining his cock tunneling into my body, covered in slick cream every time he pulls out.
Just the thought of him fucking me gets me so hot.
I stretch my legs wider, completely caught up in my fantasy. The stretch intensifies the sensations, so every slide of my fingers through my pussy lips feels even better. I’m so wet I can hear it as I pump away. I introduce a third finger and it feels so good, I cry out.
“Yes, Sebastian. Sebastian!”
A second later, my hand is pulled from my body. I open my eyes in surprise and shriek. “Mr. Grey!”
He pulls my leg off the desk and curls it over his arms. “I was Sebastian a minute ago, wasn’t I?”
“Mr. Grey, I know I shouldn’t have come in here,” I gasp and try to pull my leg back but he clamps his arm over it, holding me in place. I’m mortified but even my horror can’t erase the intense arousal I feel. I was on the edge of a colossal climax a few minutes ago and it hasn’t really receded. It’s hovering, waiting to swamp me with a deluge of sensation at any moment.
“No, you shouldn’t have, Isabelle. But you’re here and you’re for damn sure going to say my name.”
He thrusts two fingers into my eager, wet body and I can’t help it, I scream.
“Oh my god. Sebastian. Sebastian!” My pussy clamps down on his fingers as I come. Hard. It feels like my pussy is having a seizure as it clings to his fingers, squeezing him so hard it’ll be a wonder if his hand doesn’t go numb.
His eyes drift closed and he growls. “Fuck yes, say it. Say my name.” He’s all in my face now, dark eyes glittering as he watches me take every rough plunge of his fingers. He’s as talented at this as he is in everything else. He knows exactly how to stroke, his thumb rubbing up against my clit, prolonging the pleasure. Then he kisses me and I’m done for, any resistance I might have had dissolving as his tongue mirrors the action of his fingers.
I am coming apart in his arms.
A few moments later, when I can finally catch my breath again, the embarrassment returns. He pulls back and crouches at my feet, watching me from slitted eyes.
I have no idea what to say. Sorry about finger-fucking myself in your office chair? Not sure that would help.
“Your behavior lately has been unacceptable, Isabelle.” His voice is soft, seductive.
I look up with wide eyes. It seems as though he’s waiting for a response, so I nod quickly. “Yes, yes sir. I know.”
He chuckles, a dark sound that skitters over my nerves and causes my pussy to cream anew. “You have no idea.” He stands suddenly and then comes behind the desk chair. “Get up.”
I jump up and hastily straighten my skirt. I step from behind the desk. “I really am very sorry, sir. I’ll just collect my things…”
He walks around the desk until he stands in front of me. “I didn’t tell you to leave. I said to get up. I just found you touching your pussy in my chair. Did you think you were going to just walk out of here?”
All the blood drains from my face. He was laughing before, so yeah, I kind of did think he was going to let me walk out, no harm done. He’d seemed like he thought it was hot when he was touching me? I back up until my legs hit the back of the desk.
He follows until we’re nose to nose. “You’ve worked for me almost six months now, Isabelle. Do I strike you as the sort of man who allows insubordination to go unchecked?”
“No, sir.” I breathe. God, he’s so sexy I can barely
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