Working Under Ms, Stevenson

Working Under Ms, Stevenson

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Amelie starts a new job working for a sexy but uptight, high-powered attorney and it's the first time she has ever doubted herself. Does obedient Amelie have what it takes to make her boss unwind? This is a fragment of the 10,000 word story that can be found here: http://bit.ly/Q0I4le

Summary

Amelie starts a new job working for a sexy but uptight, high-powered attorney and it's the first time she has ever doubted herself. Does obedient Amelie have what it takes to make her boss unwind?

This is a fragment of the 10,000 word story that can be found here: http://bit.ly/Q0I4le

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Submitted: July 16, 2012

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Jane stared down at her and watched a little grin of recognition trace itself across her lips. She was excited and scared at the same time. She wanted the little assistant kneeling on the floor in the middle of her office more than she had ever wanted anyone. She wanted to live all of the fantasies she had the night before. It felt almost wrong, ordering the young woman to fulfill her sexual desires, but she didn’t care, she craved it, she needed it. She blinked and tried to remain as composed as possible. It was important to maintain control.

“What else?” Amelie asked. “What else do you want me to do?”

“Come here,” Jane said.

Amelie smiled and dropped down to her hands and knees again before crawling across the floor. The hardwood was cool on her hands and hard against her knees as she moved, but she didn’t care. All she wanted now was to obey, to give her boss what she wanted, to offer herself to her needs. She moved around the edge of the desk, and up to Ms. Stevenson’s knees. Everything inside of her wanted to lift her head and climb into the chair; straddle her boss and press her body against her. But she didn’t. She hadn’t been told to and it didn’t matter what she wanted; only what she was told to do.

Jane looked down at her; the little bun of hair on the back of her neck was loose, a few strands hung free, falling down on either side of Amelie’s face. “Sit up,” she whispered the words and Amelie lifted herself to her knees. “Unbutton your blouse.”

The words washed over Amelie and she felt the familiar sensation, the wantonness and desire. She likes to watch, she thought. She moved her fingers to her blouse and slipped the little plastic buttons through their holes on by one until the blouse hung open revealing the little lace bra she had picked out that morning. She looked up and watched her boss’ eyes move across her skin. She could feel the hunger and desire. It thrilled her to be the prey in front of the predator.

Jane ran her eyes along the gentle curve of Amelie’s neck, over the pert roundness of her breasts spilling over the edges of the bra, and down her smooth, flat belly. Instinctively she reached for the front of her blouse and her fingertips took hold of the thin chain hidden behind her buttons. She pulled gently while looking into Amelie’s eyes. A little slice of pain cut through her, shivered her nerves. “Take it off,” she said and watched the fabric slip from Amelie’s shoulders. “Unclasp your bra,” she ordered as she pulled on the chain a little more, increasing the sensation, feeling the tug against her flesh.

Amelie reached up and grasped the little clasp on the front of her bra, she felt her breast against her hands, felt them rise in the fabric from the pressure; it turned her on, just the awareness of touch and force. She unhooked it but held it closed watching her boss close her eyes slowly and take a breath. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted to be touched. She had always been turned on by being a tease but this, kneeling in front of her boss, required something more than patience. Ms. Stevenson was far more longsuffering than any man. A man would already be reaching for her, longing to touch her, hold her, grip her body in their hands, and dig their fingers into her flesh. Ms. Stevenson was going to make this last, the sweetest of tortures, and she wondered for how long.

“Take it off,” Ms. Stevenson said.

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