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Praise, semi-public sex, spanking,
degradation, strap-on usage,
mirror sex, etc...
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"Darling, shouldn't you be at home?" Joan's voice rang out.
You had left work only to surprise your lover at work. She had to stay overtime with how relentless and demanding prisoners have been recently. Meaning Joan was more tired and frustrated than usual.
You were the only one though that could help relieve her of such stress.
"I missed you," you stated with a faux pout forming across your lips, making your way around the front of her desk.
Joan's dark eyes were on you like a hawk, taking note of the glimmer in your eye, the extra sway of your hips, and the large trench coat suspiciously wrapped around your body.
The weather was hot and sunny, and Joan immediately knew you were up to no good. On a day like this you would typically wear almost nothing, and she would have to constantly protect you from wandering eyes.
"I missed you too, my love. But I still have so much left to do..." Joan let out a sigh.
"But baby..." You made your way behind your lover, and wrapped your arms around her neck. "You already spend so much time here. And you're the boss, you can leave whenever you want."
Your lips make their way to Joan's neck, breathing faintly against her milky skin before attaching to the flesh.
"Is this what you've come here to do?" She chuckles.
"Do what?..." you teased, biting down her neck and eliciting a quiet hiss. You both knew it would leave a mark, and Joan would have to come up with some kind of excuse.
"Seduce me," she husked, letting her head tilt to give you more room to mark up her neck.
"Is it working yet?" You asked, moving your fingers to nimbly unbutton her white collared shirt. Your tongue flicked to soothe each bite, and you swore you could hear the faintest of moans.
"Depends," she said. Joan swiftly grabbed your hand and pulled you to stand in front of her. "What do you have hiding under that coat there, hmm?" She asked, slowly licking her lips.
Your eyes quickly darted to her chest, admiring the upper swell of her breasts and the abundance of cleavage popping out from her partially unbuttoned shirt.
If the heels were any indication, Joan was excited to see what you had hidden away.
With slow, intricate movements, you unbuttoned your own coat. Joan leaned back in her chair, eyes watching you intently as you revealed inch after inch of bare skin.
You had on a matching lace see-through set. Joan's favorite set. The same set she bought for you for your wedding night. The sight of you wearing it forced Joan to let out a groan.
"You little minx..." She shook her head as your coat dropped to the floor. "So you're telling me..." she started, grabbing at your hips protectively to bring you closer to her. "That you wore this skimpy little outfit to my work.. Did anybody see you in this??" She asked with furrowed brows.
"I don't think so.." you mumbled, cheeks growing a deep crimson. How could you know when you were too focused on getting to Joan to pay attention to your surroundings.
"You don't think so?" She huffed, before expertly turning you around with ease and bending you over her desk. You couldn't help but gasp from the sudden motion.
