Lilly Obeyed
Colin's office was no surprise: floor to ceiling bookshelves, mahogany desk, Central Asian carpets, leather couch and chairs. Nor was he a particular surprise, a man in his 60s with thick silver hair, build on the athletic side, somewhere a bit over 6 ft tall. His picture had been very recent. He was wearing black trousers, and a white shirt with intermittent pinstripes of a dark wine red. She dropped her eyes and waited.
"Would you like a drink?" His voice on the phone was what had finally captured her. It was low and warm and hinted at a strong capacity for humor.
"Yes please, Sir."
"Take a seat." Lilly sat on a carpet-covered footstool and watched him pour some clear alcohol into a tumbler for her. His drink, scotch from its color, was already sitting on one of the small tables. He handed her the drink and watched her sip it. It tasted of raspberries and was very strong. He stood there, letting her feel how close he was, while she sampled it. Then he took the drink away and put it aside. He traced her lips with one finger, the first physical contact they'd had and it made her shiver. Then he gathered a large handful of her hair in one hand and pressed her face against the crotch of his slacks. 'Lick,' he commanded.
Lilly obeyed with long strokes of her tongue. She tasted the cloth, felt the texture of the wool scraping at her lips. She could feel his cock, partially hard and hidden and could feel herself getting wet from this act of submission. He pulled her face away and looked into her eyes.