Multifandom Imagines

Brianna Hanson: Office Hours

When Brianna's assistant had mentioned that she demanded your presence, it had you highly concerned. She was not the type to invite others into her office unless they were there to be fired. With all your luck, you hoped that this was not the truth for you. All you wanted was her attention, maybe you went about it the wrong way. "You called for me" your voice rang through the spacious office, Brianna currently focusing on the new report that needed to be filed. Without a glance, she had given her first order.

"Lock the door" there was no point in locking the door, as the surrounding wall was pure glass. It was to set your nerves at ease, even though the entire office could still see the next scene unfold.

Timid steps were taken towards the desk on the other end of the office. The sound of the keyboard clicked in time with your heels, before coming to a halt just in front of her desk. "What do you need?" Hands subconsciously pulled at your chosen outfit, smoothing out the creases. A tight shirt hugged your features with a plunger neckline that showed the perfect amount of cleavage. Lower down was a skirt that barely meets dress code as it comfortably sits just below your ass. Was it work appropriate? Not in the slightest. Did you only wear it to please Brianna? Absolutely.

Another order was given without merely a glance, her sight fixated on the screen in front of her. "Come sit with me" her tone was stern, yet had undertones of calm which can be deadly if spoken at the wrong time. You proceed to sit on the edge of her desk, fixing your skirt as it moved up your thighs.

"On my lap" the mistake was simple, anyone could have made it. However, just the fact that you did, after everything you had planned, it was foolish. Without a second thought, you transitioned from the desk to straddle her instead. Her hands naturally rested on your upper thighs, her eyes running down the length of your body. "You look so good today, I haven't been able to keep my eyes off you" she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, her gaze turning a shade darker. Her fingers absentmindedly traced invisible patterns on your bare skin, leaving goosebumps behind.

A timid "Thank you" was said in return, the confidence you once had dissipating the moment she noticed.

"All I could think about was you" She slowly inches her hands underneath your skirt, comfortably resting on your hips. "And the pretty sounds you make for me" she gripped at your skin, coaxing your hips to rock back and forth, eliciting a gasped moan from you. A smirk flicked upon her lips, enjoying the few in front of her. She slowly guided you, teasing you with the least amount of pressure. A whimper then escaped, an indication that you wanted more, more than the teasing she provided. To pacify your needs, her thumb runs along your bottom lip and you comply instantly. The moment you parted your lips, Brianna sits two fingers on your tongue, her gaze never living your lips. Your tongue wraps around her, sucking her digits as you continue to rock. It placates you enough for her to fasten the movements of your hips, causing your sensitive nerves to bump against her belt buckle. Another moan vibrates across the pads of her fingers, which doesn't go unnoticed. She watched as you chased that feeling, wanting it to happen over and over again. "Be patient" she breathes, her own core throbbing at the sight of the mess she has created. She can see the frustration knitted in the way your eyebrows tighten or how she can feel your nails digging into her shoulders. It would be mean to deny you the pleasure you so desperately needed.

When her hand left your hip, you knew better than to keep moving. Brianna always enjoyed how you could follow instruction, even before being told. You were her good girl, even when you paraded yourself through the office. She pulled your panties to the side, her finger ghosting over where you need her the most. "Is this all you wanted?" She mocked, her head tilting slightly, watching her your chest heaved with anticipation. A frantic nod was all she received, which was the next mistake. "Use your words, or this will be all for nothing"