"Ms.Singh?"
I hear you call out my name, I look over at you in the direction of your office and notice you leaning against the doorways, enveloped in your arrogance, a smirk on your face.
"Come to my office," you demand crooking a finger before turning and heading into the room behind you.
I sigh, and shuffle some papers on my desk before getting up and going in. I don't see why you needed the theatrics just then as its only us two in the office tonight -- working overtime on a project that was due the following afternoon.
I walk in and see you clicking away on your computer, reclining slightly in your office chair and looking ever the more domineering. You look up from your computer and beckon at me to come over to you.
"The shared server is acting up again," you state looking at me while standing up from your chair.
I sigh again, before I take the seat. These 'problems' you always have are minor mishaps which you could easily solve. Yet you always make me fix it.
I start to get to work, typing away and clicking here and there.
Feeling tired and too engrossed in my work, I don't realise you coming up behind me and jump a little at the feel of your fingers at the nape of my neck, playing with the soft curls that found their way out of my tightly pulled bun.
I ignore you. I'm not expecting anything from this. You've teased me like this countless of times before and everytime I do act on it, you embarrass me by pulling away and telling me to go back to work. I'm used to your game by now and I'm not about letting myself getting played again.
You notice the determined glint in my eyes as I ignore you and keep on typing away. You decide to tease me more just for that, as you place your lips on the crook of my neck and kiss there before biting down and sucking, leaving your mark.
You watch as my fingers still over the keyboard and my eyes flutter as a small gasp escapes from my lips. You love the reaction, but what you love more is the defiant little glare I give you from behind my glasses before settling back onto my work.
You bend down to my ears as your hands roam over my waist and back, gently skimming over my top and coming to a light rest right on my chest.
"You always wear the most revealing little outfits Kitten, be careful you don't go making big bad wolves get the wrong idea." you whisper, before squeezing my tits tightly and pulling at them before letting go, watching my reaction as I jerk forward and give a loud gasp as my hands tightly clutch the desk edge.
You bend down and whisper again, "What a lovely little reaction,"
You run your hands down to my hips and raise my skirt slightly. I turn y head slightly to you and still your hand that's pressed against my thigh. "No," I whisper, wanting it so badly, but not wanting to compromise my pride.
"Now Kitten, you made such a lovely little noise just now that I can't help but to be curious as what more you can do with that lovely little mouth of yours," you say as you notice my grip loosening.
You take this opportunity to push away my hand and delve yours right under my skirt, pushing it all up and exposing my red lace underwear.
I bite my lip as you take your thumb and start rubbing my clit ever so slowly over the thin cloth, teasing me mercilessly. You notice the way my lower body is raised as if silently begging for more, my hips slightly rolling in desire.
"Oh, you like that, huh?" you ask, watching me give a little nod as I turn my head away from you. You take your other hand and force my head back to look at what your thumb is doing.
"Don't look away Kitten, watch me pleasure you," you order roughly as your thumb quickens it's pace.
I keep my head still and watch as you start rubbing my nub faster, making a little moan escape from my lips as I clench the arm handles of the chair. You take that time to stop and a whimper of unhappiness comes out of my lips before I could help it.
