Watching

Walking slowly towards him while taking off my black bra, and letting him hear the sound of my heels on the carpet was what he always requested. He was the boss and I was his baby girl.

Then I’d sing for him all kinds of slow sexy songs and he’d get high on my sweet voice that sang only for him. He’d think of how I moaned underneath him, or dancing on top of him.

Sen liked to watch, and he liked it even more when I was on top, playing with his tie after our working hours. His office was our playground.

Whenever he tied me up, he’d thought of me as a gift he made to himself. He untied me like a present and I moaned at the thought of what would follow; a leather belt against my skin, his teeth on my nipples, hickeys all over my neck, and his cock roughly inside me.

All I screamed was, ‘’Yes, Boss.’’