At first, he frowned at the interruption. But then, as I sashayed slowly across his office wearing next-to-nothing in my stacked heels, the look in his eyes grew decidedly more heated. I placed the wine down on his desk, bending over as I did so, giving him a nice view of my breasts.
But damn that CEO focus, he kept right on with his call, talking away. Not touching me. Humph. I’d simply have to double my efforts.
He had a couple of chairs in his home office and some of them had pillows on them. I’d see what I could do about straightening and arranging everything just so.
Walking over, slowly, to an armchair, I stopped before it, directly in his line of sight. Spreading my legs a few feet apart, I bent down at the waist, giving him a nice view. I took my time with the pillow, slowly fluffing it, adjusting it on the chair, wiggling my hips as I worked.
Then I heard a loud, angry snap. Without standing up, I turned around to look at him, all innocence with wide eyes, biting my lip. Had I done something wrong?
With angry heat, he motioned for me to come over and sit down in a chair next to him. Ooh, I was in trouble. Looked like I’d been called into the principal’s office. I moved slowly, languidly to obey his orders.
I sat on the edge of the chair next to him, my back straight, my breasts pushed out and offered up for him. Still on his call and frowning at me, he reached out and roughly pulled down the top of my bra. I gasped as my stiff nipples stood out bare, exposed, ready for him to do anything to them he liked. But he sat back down in his chair and kept on his call.
He did something else, too, though. He looked me in the eye and then pointed directly at my pussy. I knew what he wanted. Biting my lip, coy, I looked down where he’d directed my attention. I spread my legs. I was already glistening with arousal and the panties were so sheer you could see. He didn’t say anything, he kept on his call, but he did adjust his position, arranging himself. I smiled, naughty, enjoying the evidence that I was getting to him. I’d made him hard like I’d wanted. Now I just needed to push him a little further.
I drew a hand along my inner thigh, teasing, stroking, putting on a show for him. He watched me with heated, dark eyes. I knew he liked watching me. As I stroked a finger along the seam of my pussy, I closed my eyes and gave a soft whisper of a moan. I liked him watching me, too. It heightened my pleasure, made it feel taboo, as if he’d caught me doing something I shouldn’t. It made me even wetter, and I pushed my panties to the side and slid my fingers along the sweet slickness.
Spreading my thighs apart even wider, I leaned back and started fucking myself with my fingers, slowly in and out, giving him a good view. I wanted to go faster, start working my clit and bring myself to orgasm. But even more than that, I wanted to tease him, please him, and get him off that goddamned phone call!
There was that angry snap again. Treating me like I’d misbehaved. I opened my eyes and sat up, wondering what he’d do next.
He pointed down between his feet. He wanted me there. I felt another rush of excitement, the pleasurable power of knowing that I turned him on, that the sight of my arousal made him crazy. Smiling at him wickedly, I stood and moved to obey. My breasts full and exposed, I kneeled between his legs, at his feet. My clit swollen and pulsing, I wanted to touch it again. But I waited, his naughty yet obedient servant, dripping with need.
He kept on his business call. But he undid his pants, unzipped his fly, and took out his giant cock. Rock hard. I felt a new rush of excitement at the sight of it, veins bulging, so erotic and x-rated especially as the rest of him remained fully clothed in an impeccably tailored, expensive suit.
He held his cock in his hand and looked at me. I licked my lips and inched toward him, eager. I loved sucking his cock. He was so big it wasn’t always easy to take him in, but it made me so wet, sucking and serving him that way.
He gave a slow nod, telling me yes, do it, and I quickly scooted closer and took his thick tip into my mouth. He fisted his fingers through my hair, tight, and I had to suppress a groan. I knew I had to keep silent. He was still on the phone. But it was hard to when it felt so good. I licked and sucked, my clit pulsing, my pussy dripping. He brought his hand to the back of my head and guided me down his shaft, encouraging me to take it deeper. I looked up at him, eyes wide, mouth stretched around his huge cock as I sucked.
“Got to go.” He finally said the words I’d been waiting for. Deeply satisfied at my victory, I licked and sucked my way toward his tip, then smiled up at him.
“You’ve been a bad, bad girl,” he reprimanded me. “That was an important call.”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.” I batted my eyelashes up at him prettily. “I got so bored and impatient waiting for you.”
I looked up, contrite, and moved toward his cock again. I’d make it up to him.
“Lean back,” he ordered. I whimpered, frustrated he was denying me my favorite treat. I’d already gotten him close. I could feel it, when he got even bigger, his balls tense and taut and ready for release. I wanted his come.
“You’ll get my come.” He seemed to read my thoughts. Staying on my knees, I brought my hands down to either side of my ankles, leaning back as he’d instructed. He brought his hand to his thick cock and started pumping.
“That was very naughty. Distracting me. Disrupting my important call.” He reprimanded me as he pumped himself, sitting there above me, staring down at my exposed breasts.
“You see what you did?” He fisted his cock. I gazed up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, my pussy throbbing. “You got me hard.” I moaned at the sight of him, engorged and huge. I wanted it inside me. “Now you’ll take my come on your tits,” he demanded.
Groaning, I leaned back, offering myself up to him. He unloaded his hot release all over me, coating me with his come all over my breasts. I couldn’t help it, it felt too fucking good. I brought my fingers to my clit and pressed, so eager, so ready. As he shot his last spray of come across my nipples, I came, too, calling out, pleasure rippling up and through every inch of my body.
He watched my release, the orgasm making me shudder and quake at his feet as his come dripped down my breasts. But then he spoke.
“Did I give you permission to come?” he asked, sternly, disapproving. I bit my lip and looked up at him. “No, I did not,” he answered for me. “That was very naughty. You’re going to need some discipline.”
He helped me to my feet and led me to our bedroom. Shaking, aroused beyond belief, I already felt ready for more. Whatever he had in store.
“Strip,” he ordered me. “Then get on the bed, on your front.”
I quickly removed my lingerie, letting it lie at my feet, then complied with his demands. He always made me love complying with his demands.
Shaking, aroused, I lay there, not knowing what he had planned. I never knew, and that added to the anticipation. He was so creative, so good at surprising me.
“Spread your legs.” He lifted up my hips and placed a pillow under me, elevating my ass and pussy for him to inspect. “So wet,” he said, and I could feel his breath. He leaned down close to me, but didn’t touch. I wriggled at his nearness, wanting more. A hard spank landed on my quivering buttocks. “Stay still.”
I whimpered, the ache between my legs starting up all over again. Maybe he wouldn’t mind if I worked my fingers down there. I’d let him watch.
“Palms up next to your breasts,” he ordered. Damn it.
I heard him open a drawer behind me and I guessed which one it was. It had all kinds of goodies in it. I looked around and saw him draw out a long, wide strip of ribbon.
He knew how to tie me up just right. Around an ankle, he pulled it up so my knee bent, thigh still down. Drawing the ribbon around my torso, under my arms at the top of my chest, he wound it around me, then down to my other ankle to tie it up the same way. He secured me, tight.
I lay there, bound for him, my ass up on a pillow, displayed. He stroked me, gently, and I could hear his breathing. Mine came in quick pants, aroused, vulnerable.
“Remember the first time I saw you?” He stroked me, and I pictured it. My wrists cuffed above my head at that chain link fence. He’d turned me on right from the start. “I told you I’d use silk restraints on you. Don’t you agree, they’re much more enjoyable?”