Page 37 of The Boss


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She stared at me, a look of stark desperation on her face. “Please make me come.”

“I will, baby. But first - are you playing with anyone else?”

She blinked at me. “I… what?”

“Are you playing with anyone else from the agency?”

“Please make me come,” she whispered.

“Answer my question first, baby.”

“No,” she said. “You’re the only one.”

Relief that I had no right to feel washed over me. Still holding her gaze, I smiled and said, “That’s my good girl.”

She shivered, dark eyes locked on mine as I leaned down and licked her sweet cunt. I fucked her with my fingers, curling them and searching for her g-spot as I flicked my tongue across her clit.

She cried out when I found it, her body rising so far off the desk I had to press my free hand against her stomach to keep her in place. I grinned with satisfaction and rubbed hard at her g-spot as I sucked her clit.

She shrieked my name, her voice cracking and her body shaking wildly as her cunt clamped down around my fingers and wetness flooded my face. I licked her through her orgasm before my throbbing dick couldn’t take another moment. I straightened, staring at Charlotte as she sprawled on my desk, her body languid and limp. I unbuttoned and unzipped, yanking out my cock and stroking it roughly. I crowded close between her legs, kneading and caressing her breasts as I stared at her pussy. My balls tightened, and the sight of Charlotte’s glistening pink cunt was more than I could take. I groaned loudly as I came, my cum splashing across Charlotte’s pussy and lower belly. I rubbed even harder, the hot pleasure making my body shake as I coated Charlotte’s skin with my seed.

When I was finally empty, I braced one hand against the desk, my harsh breaths and Charlotte’s softer ones the only sound in the room. Her body still quivered, and I leaned over and pressed a kiss on one diamond hard nipple.

“Don’t move, good girl.”

I tucked my dick back into my pants and quickly walked to the guest bathroom. When I returned with a warm, wet washcloth and a hand towel, Charlotte was where I’d left her on the desk. Her breathing a little steadier, she watched as I wiped away my cum from her soft skin before drying her with the towel.

I sat her up, and she gave me a shy smile. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome.” I pressed a kiss against her forehead. “You were a very good girl today, baby.”

Her smile widened, and I was pleased to see that the anxiety on her face had completely disappeared. I smoothed her hair back from her face. “Charlotte, I -”

My phone alarm went off, signalling the end of our session and stopping me from doing something stupid like inviting her to stay for dinner. Disappointment flashed across her face as I fished my phone out of my pocket and shut off the alarm. She buttoned her shirt, a pinch of worry returning to her face. “Mr. Steele, you know that I’m willing to, um, give hand and oral personal time, right?”

Part of me wanted to laugh at the absurdity of referring to it as personal time, especially when I’d just had my tongue and fingers in Charlotte’s pussy, but I only nodded and said, “I know.”

She cleared her throat as she hopped off the desk and pulled down her skirt. “I know I don’t come across as very experienced, but I promise I’m good at that, um, sort of thing. But if there’s something I can do to make you more open to me providing that for you, please don’t be afraid to say so.”

She started to nibble on her bottom lip, and I gave her ass another light spank. “Leave your bottom lip alone, Charlotte.”

She released it. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel, sir.”

I smiled at her. “You were perfect tonight. I prefer to take things a little slower during play sessions.”

“Because of what happened with the woman before me?” she asked.

“What do you know of that?” I asked, my voice sharp.

“Nothing,” she said quickly. “No details or anything. The sisters just mentioned that you left the agency because you were unhappy with the woman before me.”

My irritation and annoyance were clear, and, looking like she wanted to cry, Charlotte gave me a shaky smile. “Thank you again, Mr. Steele. I hope to see you soon.”

She slipped past me and out the office door. I heard the thud of the bathroom door closing and stared out the office window. The day was grey and gloomy and dark clouds had gathered. Snow was starting to fall. Not the soft, fluffy flakes but hard pellets of ice. Ones that would bite into Charlotte’s delicate skin and make it a treacherous walk to the bus stop.

I paced in front of the window for nearly five minutes. It was close to four-thirty, and the sun would go down soon, making it even colder. Charlotte would be walking in darkness by the time she was only halfway to the bus stop.

Will you seriously make her walk in the cold just because she brought up Eloise? She has no fucking idea what Eloise did to you. Why are you punishing her?

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