Chapter 7

Part 2-The Bosses Office 

“Undress,” he said.

The word sent a sharp wave through her body.

Jane swallowed. Her hands lifted slowly, almost on their own. Her fingers touched the fabric at her waist. Her breath shook.

She had barely started when—

“Stop.”

His voice cut through her.

Jane froze instantly. Her hands dropped back down. Her heart thudded hard in her chest.

“I didn’t say you could do it yourself,” he said calmly.

Heat rushed to her face. To her chest. Everywhere.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered.

Eric stepped even closer, until she could feel him behind her. His presence was heavy. Controlled. Certain.

“Hands at your sides,” he ordered.

She obeyed. Her arms felt useless now. Her body felt like it belonged to him, waiting.

“Stay still,” he added.

She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

His hands came up slowly. Not touching yet. Hovering. Making her wait.

Then his fingers brushed the side of her neck.

Jane gasped softly.

It was such a small touch. Barely there. But her body reacted instantly. Her knees weakened. Her breath hitched.

“Already sensitive,” he murmured.

His fingers traced down her shoulder. Light. Slow. Almost cruel in how gentle it was.

She shivered.

“Don’t move,” he reminded her.

She forced herself to stay still, even though every part of her wanted to lean into him. Wanted more. Needed more,she became instantly wet,and her pussy cried .

His hands reached the collar of her blouse.

Jane’s heart pounded.

“W…what are you doing?Jane breathed out,her voice shaky.

“I want to show you how it's done”he said in a low and commanding voice,his lips touching my ears.

He did not rush. He undid the first button slowly. Then the next. And the next.

Each one felt like a promise.

Or a test.

Her skin cooled as the fabric parted, then burned with need. She bit her lip, trying to stay quiet.

“Breathe,” he said.

She obeyed, though her breath was shaky.

When the blouse opened fully, his hands slid the fabric down her arms. The touch made her gasp again. The blouse slipped off and fell to the floor.

Jane felt suddenly bare.

Eric stepped back just enough to look at her.

She stood there, exposed under his gaze, chest rising fast, skin flushed.

“You look like you’re waiting,” he said.

“I am,” she admitted softly.

“For what?”

“For you,” she whispered.

His eyes darkened.

He moved again, this time in front of her. His fingers brushed her arm, then her waist, slow and deliberate.

“Do you know why I do it this way?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“Because anticipation is part of control,” he said. “And your body understands that.”

His hands lingered at her waist. Not gripping. Just resting there.

Jane’s thighs pressed together. A soft sound escaped her before she could stop it.

Eric noticed.

Then he started kissing her neck,slow and soft.each kiss made her skin feel hot.She tried not to moan,his hand slid up her side ,pushing her braid out of the way.Then he went down and stopped at my butt. He grabbed it and she hated how her body reacted.

His hands slid upward again, tracing slow paths that made her skin tingle everywhere they passed.

She closed her eyes.

“I will bend you over this desk and fuck you untill you start dripping”.Her whole body shook.but something about them made her body felt tight and tighter.

He kept kissing her slow and soft,going down her neck little by little .

His fingers reached the strap at her shoulder. He slid it down slowly.

Jane’s breath broke.

Then the other side.

He took his time, removing each layer with care, with intention. Never rushing. Never giving her too much.

“You want me to hurry,” he said quietly.

“Yes,” she admitted.

“But you won’t ask,” he added.

“No,” she whispered.

“Because you want my control more than your relief.”

Her chest tightened.

“Yes, sir.”

That pleased him.

He moved behind her again. His hands rested lightly at her hips.

“You’re doing well,” he said. “Staying still. Listening.”

Her body trembled.

“I feel… weak,” she admitted.

“Good,” he replied.

His hands slid down slightly, then stopped.

Jane whimpered softly.

“Patience,” he said.

He stepped around her once more, watching her reactions. The way she breathed. The way she shifted without meaning to.

“You want more,” he said.

“Yes.”

“You’re not allowed to ask yet.”

She nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

He reached for the zipper of her skirt.

Jane froze. Her heart raced.

His fingers rested there. Not moving.

“Last chance,” he said quietly. “If you want to stop.”

She shook her head quickly. “I don’t.”

“Say it.”

“I don’t want to stop.”

Only then did he pull the zipper down.

Slow.

The sound felt loud in the quiet room.

Her skirt loosened. His hands guided the fabric down her hips. He made her step out of it carefully, as if every movement mattered.

She stood there, stripped piece by piece, skin warm, body buzzing.

Eric straightened and looked at her.

“You’re still standing,” he said.

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re still listening.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re still mine.”

Jane swallowed.

“Yes.”

“You’re learning,” he said. “And this is only the beginning.”

Her body shivered hard,she wanted him now.. obviously her pussy was already on fire.

“Do you want me to stop?”he questioned gazing at me

“No…no please boss”d….don't stop.She said .Her voice shaky..she hated how weak and desperate she sounded

She should have told him to stop, she should have pushed him away but I couldn't .My body wanted more even if my mind said no.

He pulled back a little and looked her in the eye,his gaze was dark and wicked .he already knew he was winning.”Good girl “he said.before she could think ,he kissed her hard again and again ,his kiss was rough and full of control,his tongue slid along my lips and my whole body shivered.

His hand moved again.This time ,it slid down between her legs.she gasped,he pushed her panties to the side and then his fingers touched her most where she is sensitive.

Her pussy yearn and her whole body became wet…

Aah ….boss…touch me harder…uh..fuck..

Please fuck me boss .