Info - sub Timothée, power imbalance, boss and employee, power switch, mommy kink, praise kink, thigh fuck, pantie stealing, bullying, sub training, guidance, cum eating, hickey, thic Reader, shy Timothée
The wine hadn't been flowing liberally but there was something in the air. Something that made me want to throw caution to the wind, and take a risk.
Timothée was my boss, but he wasn't your typical boss type. I wouldn't call him a go getter or particularly stern. He had kind eyes, if a bit tired, and he was terribly shy. It made me want to eat him alive.
I had often had sexual dreams about making him come out of his shell but then submit to me. Making someone in a position so much higher than mine, bow to whims, was a heady idea.
A lot of people treated him like a bit of a joke. He was very smart but couldn't say no to others. This ended up saddling him with a lot of work he shouldn't have had to be responsible for.
Since I had a bit of a crush on him, I'd offered to help him help with the big project he had been struggling with. He'd been so thankful he'd invited me to his gorgeous apartment and paid for all the take out you could want.
It was hard work but the bonding was strong too. We'd taken breaks to watch movies and play games to keep moral up. Even bouncing ideas off one another was electric. It was nice to see someone so invested in what we did.
It felt like we'd spent a small eternity together, but we were finally done. He'd offered to let me spend the night again so I didn't have to get a cab home late.
I was going to the kitchen to make myself some late night tea. I could hear the pads of his feet on the floor behind me. I smirked to myself as I plopped in the tea bag.
"Y/n," he said weakly. My body broke out in chills when I felt his breath on my neck.
"Yes Timothée," I said slowly.
"Y/n," he said again in an almost pleading tone.
"Yes?"
"Can I show you something?" He asked.
"Sure-"
I began to turn around but he pushed me back the way I'd been. His skin was hot with blush. I wanted to pounce on him but I'd play by his rules if it was important to him.
"Stay turned around. I can't, I can't look at you right now," he confessed.
"Okaaaaay," I drawled with curiosity. "Then how will you show me?"
"Give me your hand," he requested.
I did as he asked and lowered my hand to my side. He took it immediately and drew it towards him. My palm was lowered into warm joggers and he let out a hiss of relief. I felt the thick, hard length of his cock.
"What's this?" I purred.
"This is what you do to me," he gasped.
"Oh yeah?" I cooed and let my thumb trail up and down his bulge. The legs of my boss were shaking.
"Timothée," I said in a more stern voice.
"Yes?"
"May I turn around?" I asked simply.
"If, if you want to," he stammered. I whipped around, taking my hand out of his pants. I turned to the blushing, innocent looking man. His cheeks were bright pink.
"You want me don't you?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.
"I do, I know I shouldn't, but I do, holy fuck, I do," he nodded eagerly throughout his whole pathetic sentence.
