I like how he orders around and walks like a Greek god with features of one as well. He's the owner of a seductive smirk, perfect body, and daring clothing that perfectly complements his commanding presence, leaving everyone under his control. He exudes knowledge and confidence, showcasing his intellectual prowess and unwavering discipline.
But he has also an obedient side. A submissive, needy, and greedy side. A side that drives me crazy and needy for him. A side that I always crave for. A side I always end up imagining him in.
He's my boss, my boyfriend, my roommate, and my sub. But not for everyone's eyes. Our powerful connection remains a secret, only for us to share.
From my desk, I often admire his dominant aura as he sits in his office, issuing orders and meticulously reviewing documents, knowing very well that he will end up between my legs.
And as people claim, it takes two to tango. We play a mutual game of seduction. I catch him stealing glances at me too, biting his lips as his breaths feel stuck in his throat. He looks at me like he's about to orgasm, that he has so much to tell and do to me, but can't. It makes me feel wet.
We also have moments when our eyes meet and he quickly looks away, only to glance back, checking if my eyes are still undressing him from a distance.
He's a naughty, daring man, and I revel in the power I hold over him. His actions ignited my passion, making it impossible not to feel a deep connection and love for him.
On that day as well, his blue well-fitted suit was hugging every contour of his body, captivating my attention completely. His sneaky glances and soft touch, whenever he crossed by me or in the meeting, were just adding to my arousal.
I found myself unable to focus, my mind consumed by thoughts of him from morning. And imagining various ways to have him had left me burning with desire until the night came.
I was waiting for him to return from his parent's house after dinner, squirming on the couch with an uncontrollable urge. I felt every passing moment weigh heavy on me, urging me to the temptation to make good use of my fingers.
But I resisted until my frustration took the face of the sound of the door unlocking, signaling his arrival. I sat up, eagerly observing his strong physique, gentle countenance, and confident gait.
"I'm sorry. It took longer than expected," he apologized with a tender tone, burning my heart with it, revealing his pale face and his eyes filled with innocence. "You never need to apologize for spending time with your parents," I replied in the same tone, feeling the torment within me intensify as I stood up, stretching my arms out towards him.
His gaze faltered as he noticed my movement, his hands instinctively gripping his trousers. He seemed momentarily frozen in his bold attire, his lips slightly parted. "What are you waiting for?" I inquired, a soft smile playing on my lips as he finally broke out of his trance and stepped toward me.
"I missed you so much!" he whispered, his voice displaying his yearning as he enveloped me in my warm embrace. "I missed you too, sweetheart," I whispered back, melting his warm breath against my neck.
"It's been so difficult," he lamented, his tender lips meeting my neck and stealing my breath away with it. "Just watching you isn't enough." His desperation was palpable, his trembling body and quivering voice revealing his intense longing for me.
"It's alright. We're here together now, aren't we?" I reassured, halting his lips on my neck by cradling his face in my hands and meeting his teary gaze.
That look was reserved solely for me, revealing a side of him that no one else ever saw and no one could ever see. Those were the eyes of vulnerability and longing. Longing for me.
"I despise it. I hate having to pretend at the office. I hate it so much," he sobbed, eliciting a smile on my face and a surge of desire between my legs while his face burned with frustration and passion.
"Oh, baby, I know you do," I acknowledged his desire with my words, my lips tenderly tracing a path to his neck, and with my arms encircling his waist. "Oh, mistress!" He sweetly whimpered, throwing his head back from the soft pleasure on his skin, and gasped as my embrace tightened around his body.
Having a clear vision of his naked skin, I pressed more soft kisses onto his neck, feeling his arms narrow around my body as well, yanking me closer and closer to his.
I could tell he wanted me so badly. I could feel it in his arms, moans, and breaths. This was the man I knew. This was the man I was craving for all day long.
The tension between our heated bodies was growing, writhing together, until we found ourselves seated on the couch, his body resting on my thighs.
His body was practically burning in my arms, his face thawing with each kiss I landed on his skin. "I missed you so much," he whimpered, his eyes glazed with desire as he rested his hands on shoulders, his body so close to mine.
"I missed you too, my love," I whispered back, returning him the same passion with my eyes, slowly removing his tie from his collar. "Kiss me, mistress!" He begged like a disciplined boy, urging my lips on his.
Kissing him deeply, I tied his hands behind his back with his tie, relishing his grazing body. The kiss, which involved our tongue, our lips, saliva, and lust for each other, abruptly took a halt as I groped his throat, making his eyes peer at me.
I planted my palm on his cheek, pushing my thumb into his mouth, and received an accepting answer. He started sucking my thumb, softly bobbing his head as if sucking a cock, with his eyes speaking a language of seduction with me.
He looked so smitten and horny in a bold attire. Too aroused to think. Who could have thought that a dominant person like him could go weak for his love?
I watched him enjoy my thumb, sucking like there was no tomorrow, giving a delicious sight with a rising temperature and wetness growing between my legs.
But this wasn't enough. Thus, I removed my thumb from his mouth, watching his eyes become smuttier, and had him sit on his knees on the ground, in between my legs. He appeared exactly like my imagination. A boss of many, submitting to me.
I stretched my palm and peered at him cupping his face into it. "My sweet boy!" I whispered, watching a smile of pride form on his lips. "You know mommy loves to see you like that, right?" I questioned, getting a quick nod from me.
"And you know what mommy wants?" I added, getting the same answer. "Good boy." Adding once again I laid back, relaxing as I let his mouth slowly breathe from my thighs to my clothed wetness.
