I looked out of the window and instantly felt nervous. Mostly because he was blocking my view of the rain. I looked at him adjusting my vision of him.
I took another bite of my broccoli leaving a small bit of cheese on my lips. He leaned over licki...
My attention shifted to his soft and smooth lips. I wanted to taste them. But I don't want to give in to these sexual urges. He had a way of making me weak. I could quickly melt into a puddle at his very command and touch. I snap out of it. "What's the point of marking me? To turn around and fuck some woman at your work. I mean, I get it; she's smart, kind, beautiful, and has a lot more to offer to you. Then I have to offer to you." I trailed off, grabbing my glass of wine and drinking the whole thing. I poured another and walked to the couch. I placed the cup of wine on the table. I pick up the paper and begin to work. I had a pair of headphones on the table. I picked it up, about to put it on. "I fuck her for energy. I'd rather take from her than from you." He said, walking over to the couch.
"I've felt the energy you put into me. You seem to keep a balance with me. I took from you, and you gave me just enough.." I trailed off. "So obviously, you can't get enough of her," I said, finishing my reply. I placed the headphones on, and he moved one from my ears. However, he didn't even say a word. Even if he did, I couldn't hear him. I mentally blocked him out. I started writing my report, and after two more glasses of wine, I could get half of it done. I took off my headphones, leaning back into the couch. I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to be silenced and cleared. I was feeling a mixture of things right now. Sexual frustration, annoyance, jealousy, and more. I could feel his eyes burning into my flesh. I opened them, only to see that he was on his knees right in front of me. He pushed my dress up and moved my underwear to the side. He was about to. "Fuck..."I moan out in pleasure, feeling his tongue hit my clit. He wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled me up to the edge of the two-seater... He went in again and began sucking. He pulled back, tracing his tongue along my lips and to my core. I was losing my grasp. I tried to tear away, but he wouldn't let go. I pulled again. "No," I said, pulling away and getting free. I run to my room. I slammed the door and locked it. I was out of breath. My legs were too weak to hold me. I could feel my core quivering for more attention. I fell to the floor in defeat. —- The next day I got to the office one hour earlier than he did. I finished up the report and started the others. I took two pills which meant that I'd be able to keep him in line. The thing is that he was mostly out doing officer duty, from what I could see. I wanted to be out there with him. But he deemed it to be unsafe. I shook my head at the thought and began typing. About 30 minutes later, he walked into the office.
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He locked the door and threw his suitcase on the couch. What the fuck is wrong with him? He shut all of the blinds and turned off the lights. He was wearing sweats and a plain shirt. He took them all off.
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I could feel my palm start to get sweaty. "Sss-sir Uhm, what are you..?" I trailed off. He walked inside the area with the bed. The whole door was made of glass. So I could see everything. He lay on the bed and placed some oil on his manhood. It looked the same as it did in the dreams. He massaged it, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. I felt so fucking guilty just watching this, and I turn to walk away. "Stay and watch." He commanded. I was. Practically about to have a heart attack. I could feel my heart beating in patterns I never knew existed. A low grunt escaped his thick lips. I could feel my underwear start to dampen. I can't even imagine this shit. Not here in his office during what seems to be the busiest day of the week. My breathing became shallow, eyes set on him. His torso flexed every so often when he would thrust a bit harder. As he started to stroke harder, his biceps flexed more and more. I couldn't take it, and I could feel my whole body weak. The sound of the rain covered his grunts.
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He was so close, and I could see it in his eyes before I could think of what to do. He released his seed all over his hand. I walked away as fast as I could. I needed to get out of the office, even if it was just a second. I needed fresh air, and I was feeling so many emotions right now. I couldn't wholly fathom them enough to want to express it. When I complained about him fucking her, I didn't know that he would end up coming to work and commanding me to watch him pleasure himself.. "fuck." I cursed at my thoughts. I turn around to see him standing behind me, fully clothed. I didn't know what to say, in all honesty. So I just stood there. "I finished the cc-case study," I said before turning and walking behind my desk to take a seat.
"Did you like that little show?" He asked. I could feel my whole body turn red. "Lazarus, you can't do things like this. It's.." I got cut off by a knock at the door. I rolled my eyes and put my headphones on. I knew exactly who it was. I had no intention of hearing her annoyingly charismatic voice boom through the room. "Your work wife needs you." I almost whispered before turning up the volume. The look in his eyes said something. "This isn't over."He said before opening the door.
