𝘽𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙍𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨

Chapter 5: Boundaries (smut)

The dim light of the office cast long shadows as Grace's presence enveloped me. Every touch she made was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. The air was thick with desire, and every second felt charged with anticipation.

Grace's hands were firm and commanding as she guided me onto her desk. The surface was cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat of her touch. She wasted no time in exploring every inch of me, her fingers trailing along my curves with an insistent urgency.

She knelt in front of me, her gaze never leaving mine. Her fingers slipped beneath the hem of my dress, tracing patterns on my inner thighs with a feather-light touch that made me shiver. Her touch was both gentle and demanding, making me ache for more.

She gently pushed her thumb against my pussy, working her way up until she found my clit. Her pretty hand gripping my inner thigh. I've longed for this moment since my eyes met hers.

She leaned in, her breath hot breath against my skin as she pressed soft, wet kisses, down my body. Along my nipples, along my inner thigh, her lips brushing against sensitive spots that made me gasp.

With each kiss, I felt a mixture of excitement and vulnerability. Grace's hands were steady, her touch knowing and skilled. She spread my legs gently but forcefully, her eyes darkening with desire as she took in the sight of me.

She slowly worked her way down my body, from my neck, to my bra straps. She slowly pulled my bra down, just enough to where my nipple peeked out. She started kissing my tender nipples before sucking on them. She licked them fast, teasing every time I felt her touch.

She began taking my panties off, my pussy wetter than ever. Her lips found their way to the most intimate parts of me, her tongue exploring with a practiced rhythm that had me moaning uncontrollably. She looked a me, looking with deep intentions, she wanted to see ever face I made. Her touch was electrifying, her movements a perfect blend of tenderness and dominance.

I felt her tongue start licking my clit, slow at first but quickly sped up. My fist clutched to the papers on her desk, knocking pen and other utensils off the desk.

"A-ah.. fuckkk!" I spoke quietly, but the words wouldn't come out.

Grace's mouth was relentless, her kisses and licks driving me to the brink of sanity. Her hands gripped my hips firmly, holding me in place as she continued to lavish attention on me. I could feel the heat building, a wave of pleasure that seemed to rise with every stroke of her tongue. Her touch was demanding, and I could feel the control she exerted with every motion, every caress.

My head fell back as I surrendered completely to her touch, my body trembling with every wave of pleasure she sent through me. My legs began to shake uncontrollably. Grace's eyes remained locked on mine, a smoldering intensity in her gaze that made me feel both exposed and exhilarated. Her dominance was clear in every touch, every movement, and it drove me to the edge.

She pulled back slightly, her lips glistening, and looked up at me with a wicked smile. "You're doing so well," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "But I'm not done with you yet."

Grace's hands moved to my dress in a swift manner, pulling it up and exposing me fully. She observed my whole body, touching me everywhere. Her touch was both possessive and reverent, and she took her time savoring every inch of me. She continued to explore, her fingers now slowly going inside of me. In and out. In and out faster, getting my creamy juices on her fingers. My pussy is  drenched, I feel like I'm going to cum at any second. She stopped for a moment and took her fingers out, then licked her fingers.

"You taste so good. You're such a good fucking slut."

She stuck them back inside. She began making me gasp and moan with each new sensation. Her touch was both commanding and seductive, leaving me yearning for more. I never wanted this to stop.

She leaned in again, her lips finding mine in a kiss that was fierce and unrelenting. Our mouths moved together with a hungry passion, our breaths mingling as she explored every corner of my mouth with her tongue.

"Open your mouth for me."
She spit inside my mouth, the thrill I felt knowing where that spit was just used.

The kiss was a perfect reflection of her dominance, a claim of ownership that left me breathless and yearning.
As she pulled back, Grace's gaze was intense, her desire unmistakable.

"You wanted this, didn't you?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper. "You wanted me to take control." I could barely respond, my voice trembling with desire. "Yes," I gasped. "I wanted it."

Grace's satisfaction was evident, and she continued to push me further into a state of blissful surrender. Her hands roamed over my body with a practiced skill, her touch both tender and commanding. The room was filled with the sounds of our passion, a symphony of gasps and moans that grew louder with each passing moment.

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and I surrendered completely to Grace's touch. Her dominance was absolute, her control over me complete. Every touch, every kiss, was a testament to the raw, undeniable passion that defined the night.