Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Thank you, sir.”
Fuck me, she’s going to make me cum in my pants like a teenager. “Do you have your laptop?”
“Yes, sir.” She reaches into her bag and takes it out. “I had it open last night like you instructed.”
“Excellent.” Although I know she did, because that’s how I watched her. I made sure that the camera in her laptop was linked to me. “Let’s begin.”
Today, I pulled her chair closer so that it’s beside my desk instead of in front of it. She’s facing me, but now there’s nothing between us. I wanted to enjoy the sight of her even if it means I can’t rub my cock while I do it.
When I point to the chair, she follows my wordless command and quickly sits down. I take my time walking around my desk before I pick up her shirt and carry it to the coat rack. I hang it up to make sure it stays neat and pressed before I go back to my desk and pick up her panties.
She watches me with bated breath as I pick them up and open my desk drawer. Her eyes follow them as I drop them inside and then close the drawer, leaving them there. For now. If she noticed that the pair from yesterday are gone, she doesn’t say anything.
They are on my bedside table at home covered in my cum. I held them to my face and inhaled the scent of her pussy while I watched her on the laptop. Eventually that wasn’t enough, so I wrapped them around my cock and jerked off into them. I was angry at myself for not going slower so I could savor her scent, but knowing I’ve got a new pair for tonight soothes my inner beast.
“I’d like you to take handwritten notes today,” I say and pass her a notepad. The thought of covering up her beautiful tits with a laptop isn’t exactly ideal.
“Yes, sir.”
When I open a different desk drawer, I take out the pen I bought specifically for her. When she sees it, her eyes light up.
“Is that for me?”
I offer up the pen with the fluffy bow on the top. It matches the one she’s wearing today, which is a soft yellow. “Of course. I thought you might like it.”
“I do.” She beams and then brushes the soft bow against her cheek. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome, princess.”
The term of endearment makes her blush, and I love how she responds to praise. As if remembering she’s here to work, she straightens in her seat like she’s ready to take this seriously.
I begin by going through projections of a few wealth management markets. She takes notes and even asks questions in the process. The more I talk, the more she relaxes, and eventually she forgets she’s not wearing a shirt.
She must forget she’s not wearing panties either because the longer we talk, the more her knees open.
“I never realized this was something that I would find interesting.” She smiles as she pulls her feet up on the chair and sits crisscross while her skirt bunches around her waist. “Math was always easy, so I thought it was boring.”
She’s talking with her hands as she explains a professor she had at her old school. But all I can focus on is her bare pussy, right in front of me, teasing and tempting.
“...I mean, who would ever be dumb enough to do that, you know?” When she finally looks at me, her eyebrows pull together in confusion until she looks down at her lap. “Oh my god.”
She jumps up from her chair so quickly she topples forward into me. I don’t try to stop her but instead hold her close until she stops flailing.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she whispers as she wiggles in my arms. “I think I landed on something hard.”
“That’s just me, princess.” I reach up and brush the hair out of her face before tucking it behind her ear. “That’s my appreciation for how perfect you were today.”
“Thank you, sir.” She blushes a deep pink, and then I hear an alarm on her phone.
“Oh no, I’m late.” She practically leaps out of my arms as she goes over to the coat rack and grabs her shirt.
I want to tell her she’s not going anywhere, but I don’t have the right. The way that I want her is terrifying, and I’ve already crossed too many lines.
Everything about this is wrong, but as she dresses and grabs her bag, I know that I’ll do it all again tomorrow.
Chapter Seven
TINSLEY
I remove the bow from my hair before I enter the house quickly. “I know, I’m sorry,” I say when I see my stepmother standing there with her normal glare.
“You better hurry,” Anne snaps at me.
I rush up the stairs and find another dreadful dress laid out on my bed. I change as fast as I can even though it doesn’t bother me anymore to annoy Anne. There’s no winning with her, but I don’t want to annoy my father. He doesn’t ask much of me, and he specifically said to be home and ready by seven.