Under My Boss's Authority: Office Romance Collection by Jamie Knight (free e novels .txt) 📗

It came from nothing. A spark of an impulse, driving action, creating something visceral. My lips touching hers in a moment of mad abandon. At least so it seemed. Kissing was not specified anywhere in the contract. Nor was it specifically forbidden. More of an unspoken agreement. One so unspoken, it might as well exist at all.

Looking like an amorous sleepwalker, eyes still closed like in dedicated slumber, Vega returned my affections. Matching them in kind. She learned quick. The intensity grew with the passing of the moments. Evolving from entrant I’ve smooches, to a full on make-out session. Her tongue as deep in my mouth as I was in hers.

There it was. Stirring under the silk. The intensity of the moment manifesting in other ways. Vega slipped her hand between the folds, grasping lightly on my shaft. Stroking with a sensitive fluidity as our tongues explored each other.

Vega pulled away for a breath. The trick of breathing through her nose not there yet. She would learn soon enough. She stroked my cock faster. Licking her lips as she did so.

I turned on my back and put my robe aside. Giving her full access to my throbbing cock. Keeping a firm hold at the base, she swirled her tongue around the head in a way that made me moan.

She teased a little more. Keeping the action around the perimeter, likely as punishment for teasing her the night before. Suddenly, and wonderfully, Vega dropped her entire mouth over, giving me a good hard suck. A moan ripped from my lungs, unbidden but welcome just the same. Letting her know just how much I liked it. She kept going for a while. Sucking hard on the head.

Then, slowly but surely, she progressed distinctly downward, swallowing a bit more of my length as she went. Still a rookie, Vega stopped where it was sensible. Hovering at about a third down the entire length. Sucking hard, her eyes closed with focus.

Eventually, likely after her jaw got tired, she moved back up to the head for another go around. Teasing me a little more, she finally took pity and sucked as far as she could, as hard as she could until the predictable result. Vega swallowing down every drop of cum I gave her. Smiling as she did so.

It was difficult to choose. I could have sworn Vega had packed in the dark. No one item by itself unsightly, becoming borderline unspeakable when combined. Too many choices could be paralyzing but too few stifling. A familiar conundrum.

I was right about her underwear. Though her socks were much more colorful than I’d wagered. Loud and unusual, in bright primary colors. We agreed on the red ones. After that it was mostly academic. Jeans and a tank top would just have to do. I added two of the five random leather bracelets as a final touch. They didn’t quite match but that was part of the theme.

“Hungry?” I asked, tying her hair back in a bun.

“I wouldn’t have thought so but, yes.

“Come,” I instructed.

“Promise?” she quipped.

The smack echoed. The spank a playful reminder of who was in charge. She let out a yelp but more of surprise than pain. “Smart ass,” I muttered

“Sorry,” she giggled, rubbing her ass

“You’re forgiven. I will show you to the dining room.

The places were set. I always got up at the same hour and tended toward fruit and yogurt. The staff were likely back in bed. Alarms set for the lunch preparations.

I could smell her as I pushed Vega’s chair in. Unable to resist, I went in for a whiff, nuzzling her neck in the process. To her credit, she took it in stride. Even stroking my hair as I did so. The energy between us undeniable. No matter how much I tried.

It sat between the empty breakfast bowls. Looking to all the world like a gift. A theme Vega caught onto quickly. The heart falling out of the box into the palm of her hand.

“It is the first of many,” I told her.

“Chocolates?

“Gifts. One for each day you are here. It was part of the contract.

“It was?

“Counts under reciprocity,” I replied simply.

Pulling up the thin foil from the bottom, she unwrapped the fine Swiss chocolate like an archivist, folding down each corner just so. Breaking off just a bit, she brought it to her mouth, sucking the excess chocolate from her fingers. She inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet smell.

“Can I try something?” I asked as she took a bite.

“Of course,” she said, covering her partially full mouth.

“Get on the table.”

Vega was a vision, even despite the slightly absurd situation, perched on the edge of the table like an empress. The kiss was as natural and warm as a sunrise. Vega leaned back onto her elbows, opening her legs as I stroked her thighs through her jeans

Using the inseam like a railroad, I arrived at the small brass button, making quick work of it. The momentum continuing down the fly. Vega lifted like a boat on a gentle ocean as I eased them, along with her panties, to her ankles. Her sweet scent filling my mind.

Softening chocolate melted onto my fingers as I broke a piece away, my fingers sinking in as I tried to keep hold. Working the piece between my fingers, I was able to then smear the melted treat along her inner thigh. Vega giggled. A beautiful, girlish sound, reminding me how innocent she was in some ways.

The second piece went better, remaining slightly more intact as I got it from the foil to her skin, but it quickly melted against the heat of her thighs. Vega whimpered and moaned instantly from the contact. Teasing her once again, I didn’t go for the main event right away. No matter how delicious her pussy looked. Instead, I kept going for the thin, chocolate smears, dangerously close, but just out of reach. The sweet veneer