My sexy Boss

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Recap:

The pressure he is applying to my hair makes me unable to form a sound, so I nod my head.

That action results in another jolt of pain. I whimper slightly before giving him the answer he wants to hear; "Yes sir."

His chest rumbles in satisfaction. He lets go off my hair, and my head shoots back to the front. I lift my hand from the desk to my head, but he grabs it and pushes it down again.

"Never change position without my approval," he says strictly.

This is going to be harder than I thought.

I can feel Grayson's hot breath in my neck, his front is pressed against my back. He is been kissing my neck for a minute or two now, and he is torturing me. He is punishing me for not behaving earlier.

I press my body against Grayson's, indicating I want him to give me what I need. He growls in response.

"Don't!" His hands grab my hips tightly, stopping my movements.

I still try to push my bottom against him, if I get him more aroused, he'll slowly lose the control he clearly loves to have. But he is in for a treat if he thinks I'm going to let him control me every single moment.

I lift my hand to his neck, pulling his head back into my neck. He reacts by letting go of my hips with one hand and grabbing my hand to put it back in place, but I quickly turn around, smashing my lips on his.

I move my hands over his chest, I feel his chest vibrating as he slightly groans at the sensation of my hands. I move my hands further down to the hem of his shirt and grab it. I lift it over his head, only breaking away from our kiss just a split second to throw the shirt across the room next.

I move my lips to his jawline, slowly kissing every centimetre of it. I then go back to his lips for a quick, passionate kiss. I slowly make my way to his neck, softly sucking on his skin. His hands are roaming over my body, he removes my shirt as well. 

I move further down, bending my legs. My lips kiss every square from his six-pack and his hands are tangled in my hair. My lips find their way to his V-line, disappearing behind his sweatpants. I slowly kiss from one end across the line, letting my tongue slip out sometimes.

If I would be deaf and not be able to hear his groans of approval, then the bulge in front of eyes would have given him away. My hands are about to grab his sweatpants, wanting them to go down. But Grayson pulls me back up.

"Not so fast," he says, before he grabs my waist and puts me on the desk. My legs open, inviting him in between them. He takes the opportunity and grinds himself against my core, causing a shiver of pleasure to race through me and me to let out a moan.

I want to respond with my hips, but he moves away already. He goes to his knees and pulls down my yoga pants. I think I heard them making a ripping sound, but decide not to care about it as soon as his lips kiss my inner thighs. His hands grab my legs to steady me as I start moving around, wanting him to move further up.

My hands find their way to his hair, and they run through it, causing it to stick in every direction. I slightly chuckle at the sight, earning a confused look from Grayson. Luckily he doesn't mind and goes back to torturing me.

I try to use my hands to direct him closer to me, but he pulls away instead. He takes my hands once again and puts them on the desk a little behind me.