Breaking Her Control: A Steamy Collection
Then she had smiled, straightened my blouse, and sent me back to my branch like nothing happened.
Elena Voss, the 35-year-old Senior Manager, made it worse. She was all lush curves and wicked smiles, full breasts always straining against silk blouses, hips swaying when she walked past my desk. She loved to corner me in the private elevator after hours, push the stop button, and slide her hand up my skirt just far enough to feel how wet I already was. “Victoria wants you dripping for us,” she would purr, circling my clit with two fingers until my knees shook. “But we’re waiting until you beg.” Then she would pull away, lick her fingers clean, and leave me throbbing and empty.