[...Continued]
I haven’t seen the back of her before she sits on it. Shuffling through her notes with ghostly fingers growing from delinquent wrists, I long to remove my cartier tie and bind them behind her, leaving her to file her notes with her face. I get lost in the fantasy of her working through her papers like a bashful sea lion.
I come to... hmmm cum...
she’s talking to me- how dare she?
I should fuck her mouth.
Ah! This is an interview for her student paper.
I have no idea what she asked when I answer “I do what I want, Miss Steele.” She flushes and I become acutely aware of the back of my zipper indenting into my impressive length. I stand to finish announcing “...and what I want to do now is buy you an entire wardrobe at an exorbitant cost, baby.” She is stunned, her brows furrowing in such a way that makes me want to run my riding crop into her confusion, Oh yeah baby. Her lips part, reminding me that I have an appointment- with her face- I’m going to fuck it. “I wont except any gifts from you, Mr. Grey.” Did she say something? I can't tell, I was busy. I have my comeback already, having thought about it while she was talking. I make my voice particularly seductive (not that I need to) “Yes, and I’m going to fill you like a board meeting.” She blushes through hooded eyes that seem to say to me “I have never wanted anything more for myself than just the tip of your man hood.” She is humbled at the prospect of taking all of me- I can tell.
[To Be Continued...]
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