The office slowly empties as people go home one by one. All you want to do is get home and take a nice hot bath, maybe order some takeout... but there's too much to do here. Everyone else has already gone home, but looking at your schedule, it looks like you have at least another hour before you can leave. You sigh, resigned to your fate.
Your eyes keep wandering to your boss's office. The door is closed and the light is off, but you can't stop wishing he were still here, working a late night as well. After all, last time was so good the memory of it has kept you company through these last few lonely nights.
Before your encounter with your boss, it had been a while since you'd been fucked, and you couldn't have imagined a better way to break your dry streak than with his face between your legs. And when he fucked you, you saw stars. You've dreamed about him every night since that encounter, and you've woken up aching for him every morning.
Now that you're thinking about it, you won't be able to focus on work. And since you're alone, you might as well relieve this tension. You put some music on on shuffle and let the background music carry you away so you can almost pretend you're not at work anymore. Although, some of the best sex you've ever had was here...
Just like last time, your hand slips between your legs, pushing aside your panties, which are already drenched. Briefly, you think that maybe you should close your door, but nobody is here, so it wouldn't matter anyway.
You're so lost in the moment, your fingers working your clit as the music plays in the background, that you don't hear the footsteps that slow down and then stop just outside your door. Your left hand raises to pinch your nipple through your thin shirt while your other hand plays with your pussy. Your clit is throbbing, and you're so close to cumming you let your head fall back and ride the waves of passion. You can almost hear your boss calling you a good girl and telling you to cum, and the thought sends you over the edge. Your orgasm rocks through you and your pussy clenches around your fingers.
You stay just like that for a minute, letting the pleasure slowly fade. You feel good. Amazing. That was just what you needed to be able to get back to work.
You open your eyes.
And your boss is there, watching you. His brows are drawn, like he's concentrating hard on something, and you can see the bulge in his pants that proves that he liked what he saw.
"Sir?"
His eyes flare at the word and he takes a step closer.
"I believe I said you're not allowed to touch yourself." His voice is low, with a light current of danger running through it. You suppress a moan. He's so fucking sexy, and you can't believe he just watched you pleasure yourself. "How many times?"
"Sir?"
"How many times have you touched yourself since our... encounter?" he asks, taking another step closer to you. You swallow, and he watches your throat, a slow smile starting to curl his lips.
"Every morning," you whisper.
"How many days has it been?"
"Five." Your voice comes out a little shaky. He frowns, and you know he's worried that you're nervous, but the opposite is true: you're excited to see what his response will be. He's going to punish you in some way, you know that. But how?
