Dominating the Boss

Chapter 3

"Good girl," I said, squeezing her breast once more. Meanwhile, I pulled my other hand under her skirt, and grabbed the bottom of her blouse. I could have pulled it off harshly, of course. I was enthusiastic about seeing her impressively shaped tits in real life after spending the night watching them in the film. However, it would be a sacrilege in the same vein of wolfing down an amazing steak, or using top-shelf bourbon as a mouthwash. Instead, I pulled in a glacial pace, revealing more and more of her beautiful skin. She opened her mouth, about to say something, but I cut her off. "Silent!"

Her lips stuck back together, I was free to explore my new toy to my heart's content. I pulled my other hand away from her breast, placing it on her belly instead, enjoying its firmness. It was obvious that exercise was a regular part of her routine. "Yoga or pilates?" I asked.

"Dancing," she answered with another helpless whisper.

"Good, a useful hobby," I said, imagining how good her lap dances would be while still dragging her blouse upwards, revealing her bra. It was the same tone of red with her blouse. And like her panties, it wasn't something that could be called substantial, her skin shining through the gaps between the laces. "Raise your arms," I ordered.

"But-" she started to complain, but her explanation cut short when I peered into her eyes. She flinched, but said nothing else, her arms rising to a convenient location.

I dragged her blouse through her arms, leaving her to rely on the insufficient cover of her bra. She tried to raise her arms for cover, but a bare shake of my head was enough to convince her otherwise. I was impressed with Natalie. Brenda was trained impeccably. Too bad that she was going to be my toy from now on. "So, Brenda, tell me a bit about yourself," I said, even as my hands continued exploring her skin, trying to catch her shivers.

She looked at me in surprise, not understanding the reason of my question. It was simple, I wanted her to feel like she was trapped. It was easier to keep calm when ignoring the situation completely. But holding a discussion made it impossible to ignore the present. "I graduated from the college seven months ago," she murmured. "Before, I was a part of the cheerleading team and a sorority sister."

"Perfect qualifications to be a part of a multi-national company," I said derisively, though I wasn't very serious. The office I was in was much smaller and low key than the other offices, as a consequence, filled with less competent people. A secretary with a college degree was practically an overachiever in those standards.

I tuned out her other explanations, focusing on her body instead. I reached to her back, the clasp of her bra not lasting a second under my fingers. Freed from their hold, her bra jumped away, failing to contain her spectacular breasts. I leaned forward, anxious to taste them. "Damn nice," I murmured. My tongue darted out, trailing the underside of her breast, causing her to gasp, followed by silence. "Did I tell you to stop speaking?" I said.

A trembling negative was the answer, followed by her continuing explanation, while I focused my attention on her breasts. I continued on my path, kissing and licking, moving in a rough spiral until I was at the edge of her areolas. At that point, I was tempted to bit her, leaving a mark, but once again, I held back. I didn't want Natalie to realize something was going on, allowing the teeth of my trap to close around her before she even realized the hunter and hunted changed their places.

Instead, I covered my current victim's nipple with my lips, enjoying the texture to my heart's content before pulling back. "Tasty," I said as I stood straight, towering over her figure which was pressed on the door helpless, half-naked, frozen like a hummingbird captured in the hunter's net, her eyes cast downward. "Look at me," I ordered, and her eyes met mine, letting me enjoy the flag of surrender waving in her irises. I brought my hand on her cheek, caressing with a fleeting touch.

My fingers moved to her plump lips, caressing them softly. They fell open reflexively, hypnotically attracting. I didn't bother to fight against it, just leaned forward, capturing her lips in a soft, tender kiss. I expected her to stiffen in panic, or try to pull her head away, but instead, she waited passively under my soft assault.

I was tempted to push even further. One of my hands went back to her breasts, unable to resist their gravity of attraction. The other landed on her leg, slowly moving upwards as it caressed her perfect mixture of softness and fitness. A panicked gasp escaped her mouth as my hand slid under her skirt, dancing in her inner thighs. She tried to push me away, but it was a soft, half-hearted push, lacking any will behind. No reason to stop my highly enjoyable activities.

I thought about sinking my fingers deep into her tits, but fear of bruising her skin held me back once again. So, I decided to push forward in a different way. I brought my right hand upwards, until my fingers were resting on her slit, separated only by the thin fabric of her underwear, its dampness reducing its ability to isolate her from my touch even further. Her mouth parted open in shock, but I failed to discover what she was about to say, her words aborted by my tongue, barging uninvited into her mouth.

Her push came once again, this time even softer, her willpower drained completely by the multi-dimensional assault. My fingers danced at the edge of her lower lips, coaxing her closer to a climax, coiling inside her. However, I had no intention of leaving her with such a soft, lackluster orgasm. I pushed her panties to the side with a negligent motion and slid two fingers in her tunnel. Slick with arousal, there was no resistance from her body as my digits penetrated her, ramming repeatedly.

It proved too much for her. A tremor caught her body, and her legs lost the ability to keep her vertical. I wrapped my arm around her waist for support. Our fun was not over until I decided it was. My fingers didn't even stagger as they continued their task, intent on bringing another climax to her.

I pulled out of the kiss, and focused on her expression instead. It was a masterpiece. Her eyelids were closed in a rush of pleasure, her mouth parted open in a cry of pleasure she failed to contain, her face contorted in ecstasy. I wished that I had a free hand so I could take a photo of her. Pity, but not an insurmountable barrier. There was going to be other opportunities, after all.

It didn't take long for the second climax to hit her, one that eclipsed the first one completely, her legs powerless, a string of moans leaving her mouth. I gently lowered her to the ground, her back on the wall. "It was a nice start, wasn't it, Brenda."

"Start!" she managed to say in shock, her eyes popped wide. She struggled to stand up, but her limbs, powerless after her orgasm, was not up to the task. She gave up the struggle a second later, realizing it was completely hopeless.

"Yes, start," I answered, chuckling at her panic. "But don't worry, we're going to have a break right now. It would be inconvenient if you faint at work." From the shocked expression on her face, it was clear that location details had managed to slip from her memory. "Anyways, it's better if you dress before someone stumbles on us, don't you think."

Once again, she said nothing, just reached for her bra, but just as her fingers were about to meet, I hooked my foot in one of the straps, and pulled it away. "Could you pass it to me," she murmured, her eyes downcast.

"Could I pass what?" I answered, enjoying her shy display too much to give her an easy escape.

She answered only after several seconds. "My bra," she said, her whisper barely audible.

"No," I answered. "You would look much better without a bra." She said nothing, just looked at me with shock for a while, then reached for her blouse without a protest. "Good girl," I said, patted her head, and left the room, a smile on my face.

Maybe the transfer wasn't going to be as bad as I first thought. 

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