“Don’t play games,” he said softly, his fingers tangling in my hair. “You can be a badass boss bitch in your own office, sweetheart, but you’re on my time now, and I know what you really want. What you need. And I intend to give it to you, but only if you ask nicely.”
The grip of his hand in my hair became iron, tugging me down to my knees, my lips, parted in surprise, were inches from his cock, and I looked up him with dazed hunger. He smiled.
“There now,” he soothed, stroking my hair away from my face. “All you have to do is say `please’.”
“Please,” I murmured, rubbing my cheek against his cock through the fabric of his pants.
“Please what?” he taunted, holding me back.
“Please, Sir,” I added desperately. “Please let me suck your cock.”
“Good girl,” he acknowledged, leaning back in his chair. “Yes, you may.”
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