Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
She has no idea of the heights of ecstasy that I could take her to if only she would surrender to me.
For now, I decide to give her a break and return to business.
"So. Let's go over these potential clients and why you thought certain people would work."
"I think you'll find all my work is accurate."
"Well, let's see here. Mark Robinson is a good choice. He's been solid on his community work and in his outreach to other countries in need, especially during hurricane relief.
“He's a Democrat, and he really needs our help. But you said he wasn't a good fit, and I'd like to know why?" I say, making the last part a question.
"Mark Robinson? What you don't know about him is that he's a player. I see him out at the clubs all the time, hitting on any number of women into the night, even though he has a wife at home. In my humble opinion, I don't think that makes for a great candidate."
Well, this girl has some tricks up her sleeve. Even I didn't know that about Mark, and I make it my business to know everything that goes on in this town.
Once again, Nicole's fortitude is a turn-on for me so much so that I ask her to spread her legs. She's wearing pants, and I long to get her out of them. But at least I know the vibe is in her.
I press the button on my desk, and I see her face light up.
"This isn't to punish you, Nicole, this is to give you pleasure for a job well done. You're right about Mark."
Maybe I'll have to actually start listening to her. There are not many people whose advice I would take, but it’s starting to seem like Nicole is going to be one of them. She really knows her stuff.
We finish going over the list. There's a couple names we disagree on, but for the most part I can see where she's coming from. She's got her ear to the ground in this town, and she really does know what's going on, which is important in politics.
I vibe her a few times throughout our conversation. I like to see the pink flush that comes over her face every time I do.
But now that work is over, I ask her, "Now, honey, are you ready to come for me?"
"Yes," is all she says.
"Oh, I'm gonna need to hear more than that. Tell me you want me to do it."
Again the hesitation before she says, "Yes Chase, please. I want it. I want you to make me come."
I can tell she's about to explode from all the vibing. It's just about the most enticing scene I've ever witnessed in my office. Nicole is practically writhing around on my couch.
"Okay, then, Nicole do you want me to just turn the vibe up a notch to make you come or is it my cock that you want?"
I know it will be hard for her to say it.
"I want...your cock."
Nicole
When I was a bartender at a strip club my job was all about being sexy, and I didn’t feel anything. I wasn’t turned on by the patrons. My body didn’t pulse with desire and need.
Now, here I am sitting in a sumptuous office, determining the fate of the up and coming politicians in town; having my pussy buzzed by a vibrator controlled by one of my oh so alpha bosses.
I have been struggling to bring my attention back to my work and not think about my wet pussy, or Chase’s growing erection.
I was struggling for control, my mind reaching for the next candidate on the list when Chase asked me if I was ready to come for him. I realize there is no more work to talk about.
“Yes.” a deep part of me answers before I can even think. My body is on the very edge, a place my bosses like to keep me. My skin is burning and my pussy is pulsing around the now still vibe.
“Oh, I'm going to need to hear more than that. Tell me you want me to do it.” He says, his voice is rough, he wants more from me. He wants me to beg him for the release he holds just out of my reach.
The vibe starts buzzing again, low and steady. I feel it pulsing up my spine. I long to fall into the orgasm and find the release of tension. At the same time, I don’t want to beg. I am strong. I am afraid of giving him the control he craves.
"Yes Chase, please. I want it. I want you to make me come." I say. That same small deep part of me grabs control again. There is a part of me that wants to let go, that wants to give control to these strong men, to submit and to be free. That part still scares me a little.