Bree was exhausted. Usually, she would jump out of her car once she pulled into her parking place. But today, she turned off the ignition, leaned her head against the door, closed her eyes, and just remembered how warm her bed was. How the smell of John, made her heart race. How the heat from his body soaked down to the very core of her being.
She sighed as she stretched her legs, god she needed him. No, she had to have him claim her, make her remember who owned her. Bree slung her bag over her shoulder and forced herself out of the car. The October sky was soft, streaked with the first threads of sunlight. A slight breeze ruffled her blond hair as the cool breeze passed. Her long sexy legs carried her across the parking lot into her office building.
Passed the main entrance and down a long corridor, Bree walked into her office, private, lockable, and a place she'd had planned to use to hide from the long morning ahead. Bree sighed as she brushed her hair from her face. Last few weeks John and she had not been themselves. Work and family life had overrun their time together.
Jesus, when was the last time she and John had sex? It had been so long she could not even remember when. God, she needed his strength, the feel of him claiming her, the feel of his hand molding her to his every need. She sighed at the thought and made a mental note to make sure she reminded him tonight she was his to have.
As she walked into her office she noticed a gray envelope on her desk, on it was the name Firefly. Bree's heart fluttered as she saw this. John must have left this the other day. Quickly, she slit the envelope, pulled out the folded paper, and skimmed the opening lines.
I will take you in your office this afternoon. It's where I'm taking my girl.
Blood rushed to her face as she collapsed into her chair. She really should wait and read this later, yes that is it. After all, it had been a while since he sent her something like this.
Slowly she slid down in her chair and began to read the letter.
You've had a long day, and you don't think anyone else is around. You kick off your heels and roll down those stockings exposing your long sexy legs. You don't notice I've been waiting for you, watching your every move, until I reach around you and start unbuttoning your shirt. You gasp as my hands caress your full tits until your nice tailored shirt falls on the floor. You need this right now, say it.
John left her a hot letter as a surprise. She slammed the letter down on her desk. Got up from her chair and quickly locked her office door. The normal early birds were walking in, surely she would have time to at least read a little bit more. Then she leaned back in her chair and began to read again.
When I unzip your tight skirt, you feel my hard cock pressed against your ass. I pull your lace panties down, inch by inch, over your smooth thighs. You're already wet, biting your lip, but you don't turn around. Not even when I unhook your bra and run my hands all over your incredible tits.
Breathe. She told herself to remember to breathe. The office was suddenly twenty degrees hotter.
Your nipples are so hard for me, your body obeys my every whim. And your pussy is beyond wet for me, as you feel moisture dripping down your creamy thighs. When I slide two fingers into your experienced cunt, sliding in as a moan escapes your lips. You're already so close to cumming on my hand.
You love me doing this to you, don't you, Bree? You're holding onto your desk now because you can't take all the pleasure. But my whore can take a lot more than this, and you will.
God, he is evil. Her cheeks were hot. Her nipples rubbed against her bra. She let out a lite moan as the ache between her legs was getting stronger.
You've been around, and you've had your share of men. You may know the feel of a man's body but only I own you. Finally giving in to the pleasure of knowing your rapture is coming. Your ready when my big cock parts your lips as your pussy latches on, quenching the hunger it has longed missed. A moan escapes your lips, as I force you down over your desk. You begin to move your hips back into me, begging to take you faster. Squirming, knowing what is about to come I caress your head. Shh, just relax, Firefly. I'm taking you for a ride.
The paper crumpled in her hand. Her head felt light...
At ten minutes past six, the office was dead. Most of the doors there were locked, the only real light came from Bree's office. John had texted her earlier to be ready to go at 5. He knew what he was doing. Making her wait may have been wrong but the end result would be even sweeter. When John had talked to her at lunch Bree was breathless. He knew what was bothering her, she could not get past the letter. After everything they had been through, he knew how deep her feelings were.
John lightly knocked on her office door. After waiting for less then a few seconds, he pushed it open and closed it behind him.
Therewith her head down on her desk was his Firefly. She had been too tired to enjoy anything lately and somehow fell asleep waiting. Bree was sprawled in her swivel chair, breathing heavily through those luscious peach-colored lips. Her long golden blonde hair scattered over her shoulders. Her tailored white blouse and long black skirt clung to her ripe curves. As he walked up closer to her, his eyes roamed following were she had thrown off her heels and traveling up her long lightly muscled legs. In her sleep, her knees had fallen apart just enough for John's mind wandered up to her creamy thighs and to her wet hot pussy.
As he looked down at her he could feel his dick aching to be unleashed. John could not help but smile as he knew what was to come. Bree could never say no to him, after all, he owned her. Not because he was her dom, no that would never be what made her give herself to him. It was all of him, yes he owned her, heart, mind, body, and soul. Neither would have it any other way.
He gently moved some of her hair from her ear. "Firefly", he said softly.
Bree stirred, let out a moan, and then relaxed again.
John brought his face down to her ear. "Firefly, it's time to wake up."
Eyelids fluttered, then her green eyes opened wide.
Bree peered up at him as she brushed the hair off her flushed face, aware that he was watching every move. She could not help but bite her lower lip, as her eyes wandered over his body and down to the bulge she desired. So obvious was the two ripe bids pressing through her dress. Her green eyes locked with his almost begging for him to take her.
"Fuck, I ache to bury myself inside you, Firefly." He said as he reached out and gently brushed back a strand of her golden hair. When his hand caressed her face her eyes began to flicker. Her skin was so soft. John could feel his balls tightening as if to warn him that it would not be denied.
Reaching up, her hands cupped the back of his head, feeling the softness of his short hair in her hand. She stretched up towards him, her lips parted. Her other hand found his muscled shoulder. John's hand slowly found its way around her waist. She started to lean in, about to kiss the man she loved.
"No,' he whispered as his finger went and pressed against her lips. "That is not going to happen, Firefly."
She stared in disbelief, what the hell was he doing to her. He had teased her all day, promising this moment. Now he was not even letting her love on him?
"John, please. I have been wanting this." Her full lips were so close, her perfume was intoxicating.
"No, Firefly."
"Nothing at all? Not even one kiss?" she raised an eyebrow and pouted to tease him.
"Turn around," he said in his commanding voice.
She bit her lip, she could hardly contain the excitement. She could feel her nipples aching under her white satin bra, and her wet panties beckoned her to hurry. Even still she tried to tease him by slowly turning around to face her desk but John was not having it. He took hold of her and firmly turned her around.
"I'm taking you in this office," he said softly. "It's where I am taking my girl."
Bree sucked in her breath. The note, that is how it started. She had been glancing at it all day, it had practically burned itself onto her brain.
"You've had a long day" John continued, "and you don't think no one else is around. You kick off your heels and roll down those stockings exposing your long sexy legs. You don't notice I've been waiting for you, watching your every move, until I reach around you and start unbuttoning your shirt."
As he took off his shirt and throws it in front of her, Bree's body begins to quiver. "You gasp as my hands caress your full tits until your nice tailored shirt falls on the floor. You need this right now, say it."
Her nipples were hard, pushing against the fabric. God if only he would slip his hand up my thigh, he would see what he does to me. Instead, John's hands slowly went down her shoulders, rubbing them lightly. His gently caress on her chest had her skin prickling. She could feel the heat of his body from behind her. When he did start to slowly unbutton her, she couldn't hold back a gasp.
"Yes, John. I need you," she moaned. Saying this only made her pussy pulse. Juices gushed into her panties.
Hands pulled down her white blouse over her shoulders and slid quickly to her breasts. John's soft hands squeezed her tits through her bra, slipping inside her satin cups. Her breasts were so full and round, with her nipples ripe for his touch. Bree let out a whimper.
Squeezing her thighs together, Bree gripped the edge of her desk. No matter what he said about kissing her, hot lips were now teasing her neck. She could tell he was almost ready as she felt his hard throbbing cock, twitching against her ass. She let out another moan as her mind raced thinking of the promise that was coming.
"You need me right now," he whispered as he licked her neck. "I know you do. Don't you, Bree?" His hands were full of his teacher's luscious tits, soft flesh spilling between his fingers. Her nipples were puckered with excitement. He gave the tight buds a firm pinch, and she gasped. "I'm sorry. Did you say something?"
"What do you think?" she said as she was squirming under his touch, her ass rubbing against his cock.
