Culture (Sheffield X Reader)

Chapter 10 - More Than Tea Time

Aoogah. Lemon Warning will be issued when the time comes.

Enjoy.

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Sheffy did end up pouring two cups of tea and sat across from the Commander's desk. This felt unusual for her. Typically she wasn't sitting down. She was supposed to be standing or at least if she was sitting down doing it in a working fashion. But her direct order was to have tea with the Commander and talk. And about what exactly? It could be her jealousy. Or what he feels. All that is known is the door is locked and it is just the two of them. 

"Thank you." Commander took his dish and cup and took a sip. "Perfection once again. How do you do it?"

"Perfect the water ratio I figured out a long time ago. When I was taught I tried many different pots at a party. It was the first thing I learned." Sheffy looked into her cup as she sat down. "This is who I am. This is what I'm good at."

"Outside being a ship that has a great reputation. Not just along the maids either. It's why I thought about promoting you. Because I see something in you that I don't in anyone else. But I would miss you too much."

"You say it so lightly Sir." Sheffield picked her head and looked over at him. "And there certainly won't be a better man directing my orders. The best thing I could think of is maybe a high rank. But it isn't about that. It's what I do. And, the people I am around..." She left it off for the man to say something. See if he could see through her and take a much implied hint. It was just the two of them. 

"Well I didn't think I would ever get a chance to get where I'm at. I think there were more eligible and qualified but I couldn't deny Prime Minister. Here I am. I slept here a few times, I'm single with no kids, and this is the life at the moment."

"I still think you could make a woman very happy Commander. Please reconsider everything. You're not alone. I'm here. I locked the door for this meeting over tea to talk to you as a woman. Not someone about warfare, paperwork, Sir Hill, or your golf game." Sheffield put her tea down and walked over to him. 

"Maybe you could caddie for me as well. You would be swell." His eyes opened up seeing that Sheffield was standing directly in front of him. If he were to stand up he would bump into her and she would fall on the coffee table. "Sheffy?"

"I can't lose you Sir." She kicked her left foot over the chair and over his lap. "I love you." She grabbed his tea and put it down on the table. The man was stunned. 

"Sheffy!"

"You make me go crazy." She pulled up her skirt to make room for the other leg. Now fully sitting in his lap and rolling up her skirt.

"Hold on. I'll see your bottoms." He blushed.

"I told you." She grabbed his hand. One hand to lift the skirt part of the dress and another to move his hand to underneath her stomach. All he could feel was bare skin. The skin was softer and she recently shaved down there. "I don't wear knickers mostly."

"So, that was-"

"Honesty Sir. I wouldn't lie to you. About me dreaming about you, about me being lustful for you. Making me think I would need panties to prevent me from being moist."

"Why me?" He asked as he kept staring near her undercarriage.

She grabbed him by his cheeks. "Because you're handsome, kind, and I just want that moustache to tickle me underneath." Proceeding to kiss him. The gloves were off now. She confessed and he had nowhere to go. Good luck throwing her off of him too. Sheffy wouldn't put him at gunpoint, but she was getting what she wanted. 

"Is this what you want?" He asked.

"More than anything."

Lemon Warning

It will end on a lemon note.

The Commander pushed away his chair and stood up. Pulling up Sheffield's dress as she blushed. Placing her on top of the desk as he got on his knees. She leaned back as he took a muff dive. Licking up towards the sweet spot as she moaned. One of her fantasies of being pleasured in an office was coming true.

He felt her moist honey pot on his chin and then he stood up. "This is what you want?"

"Ram that cock into me and shoot your spunk all inside." She called.

"But-"

"Give it to me." She cooed.

"Well if you insist." Commander dropped the everything his waist down and rubbed his rod on the upper thigh area. He watched Sheffield direct the tip in and he thrusted gently. "By George!"

"Love me Sir." She rocked her hips. "Eat the stress away and just take me instead."

"Is this why you don't wear undies to work." He was thrusting harder.

"I will now. AH!"

Commander was feeling it. "I'm arriving!" As he was ordered to do so, he poured in there like he was jellying the donut. 

"You naughty man. Giving me the real pleasures of what its like bring a woman."

"Sheffield..."

She got up on her knees. Still on his desk and kissed him. "Please take responsibility."

"I'm a man. Of course I am. But-" He backed up as he saw Sheffy get off of the desk and turn around. "Give it to me again."

"For the love of God, England, and the Queen..." He found himself wiping his mouth and starting at the woman in front of him bent over on his desk and wanting more. He was feeling half stiff and there was no way he could decline. "I hope we don't make too much noise..."

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I don't know about that one. Actually, I think she might be a little on the quiet side. Now if you said Prinz Eugen, no way.

-Rel