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She stepped back as he straightened up. When he turned around, her gaze shot straight to his rock-hard cock, the fabric of his shirt draping over it.

Oh, God, she wanted to touch it. To feel it in her hand.

“Go sit in your chair.” Her voice came out raspy so she cleared her throat.

She walked to her briefcase again and retrieved the black leather bands she’d brought. He sat in the black executive chair now and she approached him, her gaze falling again to his big cock, which was standing straight up. Long and hard.

“Put your hands on the armrests.”

When he complied, she wrapped one of the leather bands around his wrist, binding it to the armrest, then fastened it. She then bound his other wrist in the same way.

She smiled at the sight of him sitting there, helpless before her. She leaned forward and stroked the tip of his hard cock and watched him twitch.

She stepped back and leaned against the desk.

“Now, maybe I should go let that secretary of yours in here. I wonder if she’d be shocked seeing you like this.” She grinned. “Or maybe she’d climb aboard and give you the ride of your life.” She glanced toward the door. “That could be fun to watch.”

She could tell Matt wasn’t worried in the least. He knew she’d be more embarrassed than he was if the woman walked in here right now. He also knew she’d never share him.

“Yes, Mistress. That would be a severe punishment. Having that beautiful young woman climb on top of me and ride me to orgasm. My hard cock gliding in and out of her. Her wet pussy clenching around me.”

Oh, God, he knew what he was doing. Her insides melted and she longed for that hot, hard cock of his to be inside her right now.

“No, I think I can find other ways to torture you.”

She unbuttoned her suit jacket and his gaze locked onto her chest as the garment opened, revealing her red bra beneath. It was trimmed with delicate black lace, but the cups were made of totally transparent red fabric, so he could clearly see her breasts and the hard nipples. She stroked a finger over one bud. Her insides quivered. She stroked the other, seeing his blue eyes darken as he watched. She pushed herself from the desk and reached behind her to unfasten the skirt, then she shimmied it downward until it fell to the floor. She wore equally transparent panties. His gaze shifted to her crotch. She stroked her hand over her stomach, then lower. As her fingers glided under the fabric, his breath caught. She pushed her fingers into her folds, then inside her damp opening. She was so hot, and anxious to have his big cock inside her. She ripped off her panties, then turned and leaned over the desk.

“Lick me,” she demanded.

“Yes, Mistress.”

He might be bound to the chair, but she knew that wouldn’t stop him. He rolled the chair forward until it pressed against the backs of her legs, his legs on either side of hers, then he leaned forward. She felt his slightly whisker-roughened cheek brush her upper thigh. She grasped her ass and opened to reveal her wet folds to him, then almost jumped as she felt his tongue brush against her.

He licked the length of her slit several times, then he pushed his tongue into her opening and wiggled, sending heat through her. He shifted and his tongue found her clit. He flicked against it, but couldn’t quite reach as well as she’d like.

She could release his hands so he could maneuver better, but she didn’t want to do that yet.

“Stop.”

His face moved away and she turned around as best she could with the chair against her. He leaned forward and his tongue found her clit again and flicked.

“Oh.” Pleasure vibrated through her.

He flicked again, then drove his tongue into her.

She placed her hands on the front of the armrests and pushed the chair backward, giving her space. Dropping to her knees, she wrapped her hands around his hard shaft, then licked him. He groaned as she wrapped her mouth around him, and swirled her tongue over him. Then she glided down, taking him deep inside her throat.

“Oh, God, that feels good.”

She drew back, then took him deep again. He arched his pelvis as she squeezed him.

She dropped him from her mouth, then climbed onto his lap, resting her knees on either side of his legs. If she released his hands, he could stroke her breasts and pull her tight to him, his hands cupping her ass, but she liked having this control over him. She cupped her breast and leaned forward, pressing her nipple to his mouth. His tongue darted out and he licked her, his raspy tongue dragging over her sensitive nub. Then he took it in his mouth and sucked. She moaned at the exquisite sensation. She pressed her other breast to his mouth and he licked her nipple, then sucked it, too.

“Oh, God, I want you.” She leaned back and ripped open his shirt, sending buttons scattering. She licked his hard chest, then grazed his hard nipple with her teeth, eliciting a groan.

She wrapped her hand around his thick cock, then pressed it to her opening. His big cockhead stroked her wet flesh as she rocked his cock back and forth, then she positioned him and glided downward, taking his hard flesh deep inside.

He groaned and jerked his pelvis up, driving deeper. She gasped, then squeezed him inside her.