Chapter 8:The Bosse's Office (3)

       The air in the room felt electric the next morning. Jane’s body still tingled from the night before, her skin humming with memories she couldn’t stop replaying. Every glance, every brush of Eric’s hand, every command he had whispered in her ear—she remembered it all. It had left her restless, almost trembling with need.  

Eric stood by the window, his silhouette framed by the early sunlight. He looked calm, controlled, almost untouchable. But Jane knew better. She had seen the storm behind his eyes, the power that made her body respond before her mind could even think.  

“Good morning,” he said quietly, not turning around.  

“Good morning, sir,” Jane replied, her voice soft. She kept her hands folded in front of her, trying to look composed, but the heat pooling in her chest betrayed her.  

He finally turned, his gaze slow and deliberate, scanning her from head to toe. The way he looked at her made her stomach flutter and her legs feel slightly weak. She stood taller, trying to reclaim some composure, but it was hopeless. He had her.  

“Sit,” he commanded.  

Jane obeyed immediately, sliding onto the chair in front of him. The moment her body met the leather seat, she felt a rush of awareness. Every nerve was alert, every inch of her skin itching to feel him near again.  

Eric came closer, closing the space between them in just a few steps. He rested a hand lightly on her knee. His touch wasn’t heavy, not yet, but it was enough to make her pulse spike.  

“You’re tense,” he said, his voice low, deliberate. “Why?”  

“I… I’m… sir,” Jane stammered. Her hands fidgeted in her lap.  

“You don’t need to explain,” he said. “Not yet.” His fingers moved slightly, brushing against the side of her leg. Jane bit her lip, holding back a soft moan. His control, his patience, made her ache in ways she had never known before.  

Eric’s hand moved a little higher, stopping just above her inner thigh. The air between them was thick, heavy, almost unbearable. Jane felt a shiver roll down her spine. She tried to keep her composure, to remind herself that she was still in control, but she knew she wasn’t. Not anymore.  

“You’re learning,” he said softly. “Learning what it means to obey, to wait.”  

“Yes, sir,” Jane whispered, her voice breathless, tinged with longing.  

Eric leaned closer, so that she could feel the warmth of his body behind her. “I want you to focus,” he murmured. “Focus on my voice, on my hands, on how I make you feel.”  

Her body responded immediately, arching slightly as if seeking him out. She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the sensations, into the anticipation that pulsed through her,her pussy has started becoming wet yearning for Eric's big hammer to fuck her die .

“You feel that, don’t you?” he asked, his hand now pressing slightly against the inside of her thigh.  

“Yes, sir,” she breathed, her heart racing.  

“Good,” he said, voice low and gravelly. “Because we’re only getting started.”  

He moved around her chair slowly, deliberately, his presence wrapping around her like a tether she couldn’t escape. Jane felt her pulse racing, every part of her body alive with awareness. Her breathing became shallow, uneven, and she knew he noticed.  

“Do not move,” he instructed.  

She nodded immediately, though every instinct screamed at her to reach for him, to pull him closer, to feel more. But she stayed still, letting the tension build, letting the anticipation curl inside her like fire.  

Eric’s hand traced the outline of her shoulder, down her arm, brushing just over the curve of her breast through her thin blouse. Jane shivered, her breath catching. She could feel herself trembling, her body alert to every subtle movement, every flick of his fingers.  

“You like this,” he said. “You like feeling my control.”  

“Yes, sir,” she admitted softly, her voice quivering.  

“Good girl,” he murmured, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “That’s exactly what I want to hear.”  

He stepped behind her again, letting his hands hover just above her shoulders. Jane’s back arched slightly, responding to the invisible weight of his presence. She felt trapped and safe at the same time, a paradox that made her pulse pound.  

“You’re going to do exactly as I say,” Eric said. “No questions. No hesitation.”  

“I understand, sir,” Jane whispered.  

“Good,” he said. He moved to the side of her chair and leaned down slightly. His breath brushed her ear. “Because when I say stop, you will stop. When I say move, you will move. But until then… you will stay still, and you will feel every moment.”  

Jane swallowed hard. Her body was buzzing, her skin flushed, her heart racing. She was entirely under his command, and the sensation thrilled her. Every nerve ending seemed to hum in response to his words, his closeness.  

He straightened and moved in front of her again, letting his fingers brush lightly over her arm. “Do you trust me?”  

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.  

“Then let go,” he said.  

Her eyes fluttered closed. She exhaled slowly, letting herself sink into the sensation, into the tension that wrapped around them. Her hands rested at her sides, useless but alert, her body straining toward him even as she obeyed.  

Eric smiled faintly, watching her carefully. “Good,” he said. “Very good.”  

He circled behind her again, letting his hands brush over her hair, her back, the curve of her hips. Each touch was fleeting, almost cruelly gentle, and Jane’s chest tightened in response. She bit her lip, trying to keep quiet, trying not to betray how badly she wanted more.  

“Focus on my voice,” he instructed. “On the sound of me, on the way I make you feel. Let it guide you. Let it control you.”  

“Yes, sir,” she whispered again. Her pulse throbbed in her ears, her body alive with the awareness of him, of every movement, every command, every touch that wasn’t quite touch.  

Eric leaned down to her ear once more. “You will obey. You will stay still. You will feel everything, and you will not move unless I tell you.”  

Jane nodded, trembling. “Yes, sir.”  

He took a step back, giving her a small moment to breathe. But her relief was short-lived, replaced by the aching anticipation of what was to come next. She felt raw and alert, alive in a way she had never experienced before.  

Eric circled her once more, his eyes dark and intense. “You’re learning fast,” he said. “But remember—obedience is only the beginning. Desire is your next lesson. Feeling without permission is your next challenge.”  

Jane swallowed hard, her body shivering at his words. The room felt hotter, closer, as if the air itself was charged with their tension. Every part of her wanted him, and yet every part obeyed his command to stay still.  

“You’re doing wonderfully,” he said softly. “You’re mine, Jane. And I’m not done with you yet.”  

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her mind racing. She wanted him, craved him, needed him in ways that words could never describe. But she stayed still, letting the control, the anticipation, the tension build inside her.  

And as Eric moved behind her one final time, brushing his fingers lightly down her spine, Jane knew she had crossed a line she could never return from. She was his. All of her senses, all of her thoughts, all of her desire belonged to him,her pussy cried for his touch,her nipples now reddish.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I am yours.”  

Eric’s hand hovered at her shoulder, light and commanding. “Good,” he murmured. “Because this… this is only the beginning.”  

And Jane shivered again, knowing that every moment of control, every subtle touch, every command would lead them both deeper into a fire they could no longer resist.