Under My Boss's Authority (Under Him)

“I wouldn’t have thought so but, yes.

“Come,” I instructed.

“Promise?” she quipped.

The smack echoed. The spank a playful reminder of who was in charge. She let out a yelp but more of surprise than pain. “Smart ass,” I muttered

“Sorry,” she giggled, rubbing her ass

“You’re forgiven. I will show you to the dining room.

The places were set. I always got up at the same hour and tended toward fruit and yogurt. The staff were likely back in bed. Alarms set for the lunch preparations.

I could smell her as I pushed Vega’s chair in. Unable to resist, I went in for a whiff, nuzzling her neck in the process. To her credit, she took it in stride. Even stroking my hair as I did so. The energy between us undeniable. No matter how much I tried.

It sat between the empty breakfast bowls. Looking to all the world like a gift. A theme Vega caught onto quickly. The heart falling out of the box into the palm of her hand.

“It is the first of many,” I told her.

“Chocolates?

“Gifts. One for each day you are here. It was part of the contract.

“It was?

“Counts under reciprocity,” I replied simply.

Pulling up the thin foil from the bottom, she unwrapped the fine Swiss chocolate like an archivist, folding down each corner just so. Breaking off just a bit, she brought it to her mouth, sucking the excess chocolate from her fingers. She inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet smell.

“Can I try something?” I asked as she took a bite.

“Of course,” she said, covering her partially full mouth.

“Get on the table.”

Vega was a vision, even despite the slightly absurd situation, perched on the edge of the table like an empress. The kiss was as natural and warm as a sunrise. Vega leaned back onto her elbows, opening her legs as I stroked her thighs through her jeans

Using the inseam like a railroad, I arrived at the small brass button, making quick work of it. The momentum continuing down the fly. Vega lifted like a boat on a gentle ocean as I eased them, along with her panties, to her ankles. Her sweet scent filling my mind.

Softening chocolate melted onto my fingers as I broke a piece away, my fingers sinking in as I tried to keep hold. Working the piece between my fingers, I was able to then smear the melted treat along her inner thigh. Vega giggled. A beautiful, girlish sound, reminding me how innocent she was in some ways.

The second piece went better, remaining slightly more intact as I got it from the foil to her skin, but it quickly melted against the heat of her thighs. Vega whimpered and moaned instantly from the contact. Teasing her once again, I didn’t go for the main event right away. No matter how delicious her pussy looked. Instead, I kept going for the thin, chocolate smears, dangerously close, but just out of reach. The sweet veneer disappeared under my hungry tongue and I was careful not to miss a single spot.

But when her cries and moans reached a crescendo, I decided to give in. The taste of chocolate vanished slowly from my mouth, replaced by something even sweeter as I ran my tongue over her pussy.

Vega moaned in sheer delight as she raked her fingers through my hair which had gotten longer recently. A good few inches more than the most recent promo photo of me. Staring at the camera in youthful defiance. Cigarette still hanging rakishly from my mouth. How I had cared about my image then.

I could feel her. Every movement, every moan, every heartbeat. Echoed and amplified, not least by proximity, as I lapped at her silken pink folds. In some ways, I preferred licking a pussy to fucking it. It felt more intimate, even if ‘intimacy’ tended to be a wimpy euphemism for sex, to leave out all other things that could be done, if given the opportunity.

A familiar shudder passed through her. Vega’s pussy getting even tighter than it usually was, even after her deflowering. I knew that orgasm was close. Slowing my lapping speed, alternating between licks and kisses, I teased her relentlessly, making the moment last.

Just when she had calmed to a gentle ebb, a soft breath escaping her chest, I dug back in. Devouring her sweet pussy until she was shuddering with orgasm, holding onto me for dear life.

Her trembling subsided in soft vibrations. When I was confident she could stand, I planted Vega back on the floor, pulling her panties and jeans back into position. Refastening the fly, then button, planting a kiss on her forehead with the last.

“To work,” I declaimed, leaving the dishes to the staff.

It wasn’t quite usual for even someone of my relative standing to be in possession of an office as well as a study and a bedroom, although the first tended to be combined with one of the latter.