With a deep, commanding voice that sent a shiver down her spine, he called her into his office. She entered, closing the door behind her, a slight blush on her cheeks.
“I want you to ride me,” he ordered, his eyes never leaving the monitor.
She hesitated, a shy smile playing on her lips. “Here? Now?”
He nodded, his gaze finally meeting hers. “Yes. Here. Now.”
She hesitated for a moment longer, before climbing onto his lap as he sat in his chair. She struggled at first, his size overwhelming her, but his praise and encouragement spurred her on. She was determined to get him off on her own.
He watched her, his admiration for her growing as she grinded her hips, her movements becoming more confident. She was close, but he told her she had to do it on her own. She huffed, playfully insulting him under her breath.
With one final push, she got him off. She collapsed onto his chest, panting, a smug smile on her face.
He chuckled, praising her for a job well done. “Good girl,” he said, his words making her blush.
She got up, straightening her clothes. He watched her, already thinking about their next encounter. She left the room, a smirk on her face. She was proud of herself, and couldn’t wait to show him who was boss.
The night was still young, and there was plenty of action to be had. She rejoined her team, her playful insults even more biting. They groaned, but couldn’t help but laugh.
The night continued, the compound buzzing with activity. But in the back of her mind, she knew it was just her and him. And she couldn’t wait.
“You’re one lucky son of a gun, boss,” one of her teammates commented, causing her to smirk.
She shot him a playful glare. “Lucky? I’m the one in charge here.”
He laughed, holding up his hands in surrender. “I know, I know. You’re the boss.”
She nodded, a satisfied smile on her face. “Damn right I am.”
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