Under My Boss's Control

“You must be feeling better. I’ve been watching you work nonstop,” he says.

I laugh and smile at him.

“Would you like something to eat?” I ask him.

“Sure, whatever you have,” he says before turning back to his computer.

I decide to make leftover soup, along with sandwiches. I don’t want the soup to go to waste. I even make a small salad for us to share. He pushes his computer aside once I set the food on the table.

“This looks delicious!” he says.

I smile proudly.

“Thanks!” I say happily as I sit beside him.

We eat in silence for a few minutes, then smile at each other. This whole morning has felt so natural, as if us being together like this was meant to be.

“I’m happy that you liked that game yesterday. Did you want to play some more?” I ask him as we finish eating.

He shakes his head. “Actually, I just want to watch a movie and spend time with you,” he says with a little smile.

I stop eating for a minute. That answer is so sweet and unexpected. I lean over and kiss his lips softly. We both look at each other in surprise, then go back to eating.

Once we are done, I clean up our dishes. He waits at the table for me, then we walk to the living room together. We sit on the couch. I grab the remote.

“What should we watch?” I ask.

He shrugs. We flip through the channels and find a romantic comedy.

“Oh, this is a good one,” he says.

I look at him in surprise.

“You’ve seen this movie?” I ask him in shock.

He looks at me and shrugs again.

“I believe in love. I like love stories.”

I smile at him. He wraps an arm around my shoulders. I cuddle into his side as we watch the movie.

We are about halfway through the movie when he starts to run his hand on my shoulder subconsciously. The gesture feels so good that I’m having a hard time concentrating on the movie. I keep stealing glances at him every few seconds.

“Is everything ok?” he asks when he notices me looking at him.

I nod and force myself to look back at the TV. A few minutes later, the two main characters in the movie are engaged in a moment of passionate love making.

We both look at each other and giggle nervously. We smile at each other and pause. Hesitantly, he leans forward. I lean forward and our lips meet in a tender kiss. Things escalate quickly between us.

The kiss becomes harder, more passionate. His hand cups my breast, while the other reaches around my waist to pull me to him. My arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer to me. We spend a few more minutes kissing, then pull away, gasping for air.

“Before things go any further, I should tell you I’m a virgin,” I say, slightly out of breath.

He looks at me silently for a few seconds. We are on each other again. I lie back on the couch, pulling him on top of me. I moan as he kisses me, his lips moving quickly down my neck. My fingers twist in his hair, and he groans with delight.

He kisses my mouth again, his hands quickly undoing the buttons on my pants. He pulls them off and throws them across the room. I lay there in my blouse and panties. I unbutton his pants; he takes them off, followed by his shirt. I can’t get enough of his naked body.

“I promise to be gentle,” he whispers when he’s back on top of me.

I’m already wet for him.

“I don’t know if I want that,” I say.

He looks at me in surprise.

“Just go gently the first time.”

He nods and pulls my panties off.

He feels that they are wet already and kisses me again. I wrap my arms around him. I’m not nervous or scared; I’m so attracted to him and turned on by him. I want him so bad. He eases his cock gently inside me. He thrusts slowly the first few times. It feels so incredible. He’s so hard inside of me. I moan loudly. I’ve never experienced anything like this. “More!” He thrusts faster and faster. I spread my legs wider and hold him close.

I don’t want to let him go; it’s like I can’t get enough. He kisses me, a deep, passionate French kiss that leaves me feeling even more hot. I can’t get enough of that. He knows this and goes as deep as he can without hurting me.

“Oh, yes!” I scream out.

This is a thousand times better than anything I could have ever imagined. I don’t want it to end, and neither does he. Each time I am about to cum, I force it back. I love having him inside of me. I could get used to having him daily.