“Sit still,” I murmured, my voice low and steady as I tilted his chin up. His eyes met mine, darkened with exhaustion and something else—something he wasn’t ready to name just yet. He opened his mouth like he wanted to argue, but I pressed my thumb lightly against his lips, silencing him. “You’ve been working too hard. Let me handle you for a while.”I didn’t wait for him to respond. My fingers moved to his shoulders, kneading the tension out of him with slow, deliberate pressure. He groaned softly, leaning into my touch, and I couldn’t help but smile. This was the side of him I liked most—the one that let his guard down, even if only for a moment.The office was quiet except for the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. Papers were scattered across his desk, half-finished reports mocking us both. But right now, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the way his body relaxed under my hands, the way his breath hitched when my nails grazed the nape of his neck.I stepped closer, sliding between his knees until I could feel the heat of him pressing against me. His hands twitched, like he wanted to reach for me, but I caught his wrists and pinned them lightly to the arms of his chair. “Don’t move,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my own heart.His eyes flickered up to meet mine, and I saw the hunger in them—raw and unguarded. It was intoxicating, the way he looked at me when he thought no one was watching. I leaned in, brushing my lips against his in a soft, teasing kiss. He hesitated for a moment, then kissed me back, tentatively at first, like he was afraid of breaking the spell.But I didn’t want tentative. I wanted more.My tongue darted out, tracing the seam of his lips until he parted them with a shaky exhale. The kiss deepened, slow and unhurried, and I could feel him surrendering to it, letting me take control. My hips rocked gently against his, and I felt the way his body responded, the way he gripped the arms of the chair like he was holding on for dear life.“You’re mine right now,” I breathed against his mouth, my words sending a shiver through him. I kissed him again, harder this time, my hands tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer. His lips were warm and eager, and I could feel the tension melting away from both of us as we lost ourselves in each other.The room felt smaller somehow, the air thick with unspoken desire. My skirt rode up as I shifted in his lap, and I didn’t bother pulling it down. His hands flexed against the chair, like he was fighting the urge to touch me, but I kept them pinned, my grip firm but gentle. “Not yet,” I murmured, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. His chest rose and fell with every ragged breath, his lips swollen from our kisses. I trailed my fingers down his jawline, savoring the way he leaned into my touch. “You’re going to let me take care of you.”He didn’t argue. Instead, he nodded, his eyes locked on mine as I leaned in again, my lips brushing against his ear. “Good boy,” I whispered, my voice dripping with quiet authority. His breathing hitched, and I could feel the way his body tensed beneath me, anticipating what I’d do next.But I didn’t rush. I took my time, savoring every second as I kissed him again, slow and deep, my hands roaming over his chest and shoulders. The reports could wait. The deadlines could wait. Right now, all that mattered was the way he felt under me, the way his lips moved against mine like they were made for this.And when I finally pulled away, his eyes were dark with want, his voice rough as he whispered my name

I commanded him to sit still and relax, kneading the tension from his shoulders, and he leaned into my touch. I stepped closer, pinning his wrists and kissing him deeply, his body responding to mine. I whispered for him to let me take care of him, and he nodded, his eyes locked on mine, and his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

“Sit still,” I murmured, my voice low and steady as I tilted his chin up. His eyes met mine, darkened with exhaustion and something else—something he wasn’t ready to name just yet. He opened his mouth like he wanted to argue, but I pressed my thumb lightly against his lips, silencing him. 

“You’ve been working too hard. Let me handle you for a while.”

I didn’t wait for him to respond. My fingers moved to his shoulders, kneading the tension out of him with slow, deliberate pressure. He groaned softly, leaning into my touch, and I couldn’t help but smile. This was the side of him I liked most—the one that let his guard down, even if only for a moment.

The office was quiet except for the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. Papers were scattered across his desk, half-finished reports mocking us both. But right now, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the way his body relaxed under my hands, the way his breath hitched when my nails grazed the nape of his neck.

I stepped closer, sliding between his knees until I could feel the heat of him pressing against me. His hands twitched, like he wanted to reach for me, but I caught his wrists and pinned them lightly to the arms of his chair. “Don’t move,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my own heart.

His eyes flickered up to meet mine, and I saw the hunger in them—raw and unguarded. It was intoxicating, the way he looked at me when he thought no one was watching. I leaned in, brushing my lips against his in a soft, teasing kiss. He hesitated for a moment, then kissed me back, tentatively at first, like he was afraid of breaking the spell.

But I didn’t want tentative. I wanted more.

My tongue darted out, tracing the seam of his lips until he parted them with a shaky exhale. The kiss deepened, slow and unhurried, and I could feel him surrendering to it, letting me take control. My hips rocked gently against his, and I felt the way his body responded, the way he gripped the arms of the chair like he was holding on for dear life.

“You’re mine right now,” I breathed against his mouth, my words sending a shiver through him. I kissed him again, harder this time, my hands tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer. His lips were warm and eager, and I could feel the tension melting away from both of us as we lost ourselves in each other.

The room felt smaller somehow, the air thick with unspoken desire. My skirt rode up as I shifted in his lap, and I didn’t bother pulling it down. His hands flexed against the chair, like he was fighting the urge to touch me, but I kept them pinned, my grip firm but gentle. 

“Not yet,” I murmured, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. His chest rose and fell with every ragged breath, his lips swollen from our kisses. I trailed my fingers down his jawline, savoring the way he leaned into my touch. “You’re going to let me take care of you.”

He didn’t argue. Instead, he nodded, his eyes locked on mine as I leaned in again, my lips brushing against his ear. “Good boy,” I whispered, my voice dripping with quiet authority. His breathing hitched, and I could feel the way his body tensed beneath me, anticipating what I’d do next.

But I didn’t rush. I took my time, savoring every second as I kissed him again, slow and deep, my hands roaming over his chest and shoulders. The reports could wait. The deadlines could wait. Right now, all that mattered was the way he felt under me, the way his lips moved against mine like they were made for this.

And when I finally pulled away, his eyes were dark with want, his voice rough as he whispered my name

A weary office worker finds unexpected solace in the hands of a colleague who takes control, turning a late-night work session into a sensual encounter. The power dynamics shift as the colleague takes charge, initiating a slow, deliberate seduction that leaves both of them breathless and longing for more.

I couldn’t stop teasing him at work

0 words