EroticReverie

Tatum

Your employees are terrified of you, you know this right?" I ask Kash as we make it into his gigantic office, bigger than the apartment I lived in before moving in with him. On our way to his office everyone gave him those tight lipped smiles you give perfect strangers you pass on a sidewalk. Some avoided looking at him altogether. 

"Yes." he says as he loosens he walks over to his desk and sets down his brifecase and then shuffles a stack of papers and I roll my eyes at how little he cares about what his employees think of him. 

"You didn't even say hello to any of them." I say as I walk over and peek onto his desk, just being nosy and looking at what he has on it. 

The rest of the office is dull, and you wouldn't be able to tell who works here just by looking around, there were no photos on the shelves or the walls, nothing that might hint to you the type of person that occupied this office. No personal touches. Just a sterile, modern office, that looked like there wasn't a single finger print or spec of dust to be found on anything. 

"I don't need to say hello to them , and I don't think they care too much, considering they need me to sign their paychecks." he says and I roll my eyes again. 

"They're your employees, you don't think they care that their boss may have a serious medical condition." I say and he turns his head and looks at me and I smile when he waits for me to elaborate. 

"I mean, it can't be good for your health to carry that big of a stick up your ass Kash." I say with a smirk and then watch his brow cock. 

"Why do I keep you around?" he asks jokingly and then looks back at his papers and then walks around his desk and sits in his chair. 

"Because you have a penchant for being the Daddy Warbucks to my Orphan Annie ass." I say and the corner of his mouth lifts at the reference. 

"Don't think Annie was a stripper." He says as he turns on his computer and types in his password. 

"Hmm, you're right , I don't think Daddy Warbucks fucked her either." I say and he lifts his eyes to me and a small grin crosses his face. 

I walk around the desk and stand behind his chair, placing my hands on it and then my eyes go to the small gold trimmed frame on his desk. I feel a little knot in my chest and my stomach does some butterfly bullshit as I see my face in the picture. 

"You have a picture of me on your desk?" I ask. 

He looks to it. "Of course." he says and looks back down at his desk. 

I bite my lip with a little smile to myself. He says of course as if he doesn't come across as the type to refuse to put personal items on his desk. 

I watch him as he pulls up an email platform and starts to look through them, deleting some without even reading, then filtering them. 

"So what should I do?" I ask, as he looks like he's already getting into his work. 

"Just.." he nods. "sit over there." he nods to a small sofa on the opposite side of the room.

"And do what?" I ask as I scrunch my face. 

"Take a nap, admire how handsome I am, get on your phone." he shrugs.

 "Do whatever you'd like." he says and I roll my eyes and sigh. 

"Did you really bring me just to have me sit here while you work Kash?" I ask. 

"No...I also plan on fucking you over this desk once I'm finished." he says and I whimper. 

"Can't we skip to that part?" I ask and he turns his head and looks at me. 

"No, I need to get work done." he says and I roll my eyes. 

He reaches into his wallet, pulls out a credit card. 

"Do some online shopping." he says and puts it on the desk. 

"I don't need to shop." I say. 

"Buy some sex toys or something, something to keep your little pussy satisfied when I'm at work." he says and I grin. 

"Well, okay, if you say so." I say and snatch the card. He laughs as I walk over and sit on the sofa, and pull up the first of many sites that I order from over the next few hours. 

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I'm scrolling through , adding sexy costumes to the cart on a lingerie and toy site , when Kash let's out an audible frustrated sigh. 

I look up from my phone and see him slipping his hands through his hair and then loosening his tie as he looks at me. 

He cocks his brow. 

"Something wrong?" I ask, cocking my brow back. 

"I can't fucking concentrate." he says and I sit up from lounging and his eyes go to my legs, my feet, because I've already kicked off my high heels. 

"What's wrong?" I ask as I set down my phone and his credit card and stand up and fidget with the hem of my dress as I slip it back down from having ridden up. 

"I can smell you." he says and I pause walking to his desk. 

"Smell me?" I scrunch my nose. 

"Yes, your fucking shampoo, and your perfume." he says with a groan, loosening his tie some more and I smile and walk over. 

"Want me to stop showering? Would you prefer I don't bathe Kash?" I say, teasing him as I walk around his desk, and lean against it to the side of him, resting my ass upon the edge, my palms resting on either side of me on the desks edge. 

He groans and his hand reaches out and down, he slips it between my legs at my knee, resting his hand on the inside of it, and strokes it slowly up and down. I bite my lip and step my legs apart a bit more, my eyes on his and his nostrils flare. 

“Do you know how fucking gorgeous you are?” He asks as his fingertips brush up along my inner thigh. 

I give a small smile. I knew I was pretty.  I knew I had a conventionally nice body and face , but as most people do, I had insecurities about every inch of my body. Wishing for my breasts to be just slightly bigger, wishing for my ass to be a bit rounder, my skin to be a bit smoother, for my nose to be more pert, for my lashes to be longer, for the little pooch on my belly below my belly button to disappear. But ever since I’ve started being with Kash. The man made me feel like I was perfection. Not just because he told me multiple times a day how pretty or sexy I was , but it was the way he looked at me. I could melt into a puddle and fall to my knees with the way he looked at me. 

“You tell me often.” I say as his hand slips up my thigh under my dress. 

“Would you rather I didn’t?” He asks. 

I shake my head. 

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say it.” I say quietly as his knuckles brush the fabric of my thong. 

“Good.” He says and his hand turns and his palm cups my pussy and he rubs it gently. 

I inhale and spread my legs a little wider and push my hips forward. 

“Kash” I breathe his name softly and my head goes back slightly as he pushes the heel of his palm over where my clit is and I hump his hand shamelessly. 

It was terrible how badly I constantly craved his touch and his attention. I’d never met a guy that consumed me the way he did. Every second without his hands on me felt like torture. And when he did touch me, it was like anything he did could make me cum. My body just liked his touch , that fucking much. 

“Gorgeous” he compliments as I keep bucking my hips. Riding his palm as I breathe harder and faster. 

“Sexy little thing” he groans as his palm keeps pressing and I let my head go all the way back as I gasp. 

“Dont stop” I pant softly. 

“Do you know how hard it gets me just knowing that you’re mine Tatum?” He says , his voice low and groaning as he speaks. 

“How hard you make me sitting over there in this hot fucking dress and your little neon thong spending my fucking money” he groans. 

“Do you know how fucking hard it gets my cock when you let me spoil you and take care of you?” He asks and I moan and lift my head and look at him. 

His hand slips away and I whimper and he grins slightly as he shifts me down on his desk to stand in front of him and his hands slips up the side of my legs as he looks up at me while pushing my tight dress up to my hips and curling his finger around my thong and pulling it down. 

I bite my lip, my body shivers in anticipation and my thong falls to the floor and I push up and sit on his desk as his hands urge me back onto the desk. 

“Kash” I moan as I lean back on my hands as he spreads my legs. Pushing himself back in his chair so he can lean forward and have his face right between my legs. 

He pushes my legs apart wider and looks at my pussy and shakes his head. 

“Look at how wet you are” he says and leans in, his mouth hovering near my aching pussy. 

“Always so fucking wet Tate” he says and then his tongue gives me a tease , sliding over my wet and aching core , and up over my clit slowly and I hiss inwardly and my legs tremble. 

“Youre gonna make me cum” I cry softy.  I was so turned on that one more lick like that and I would shatter. 

“Your pussy knows who it belongs to doesn’t it Tate?” He asks and I whimper and nod. 

He grins and I watch his hands slip up between my thighs and his fingers spread me open. 

“Pretty girl, with her pretty pussy” he says and then spits on my cunt and I let out a cry. 

“Kash” I cry his name. 

“Dont you fucking cum Tate…” he says. 

“Dont you dare fucking cum” he growls and I wince and let out a scream as he drags his tongue up my center again and then flicks it back and forth over my clit wickedly and I let out a tiny scream. 

I clench my muscles down there as I try to fucking stop the rush of my orgasm that he has built inside me. I cry his name with each flick of his tongue and my legs tremble as I curse and lift my ass from his desk a bit as I chase his tongue. 

He growls against my clit and I pant and squirm as I try to stop myself from chasing his tongue but my body has zero will and doesn’t listen to a single thing my brain is telling it as it keeps chasing his tongue. 

“Oh fuck” I cry as I let out a tortured laugh. My brain unable to wrap itself around how fucking good he’s making me feel. 

“Oh my fucking god” I whine as I look down at him and watch him. His eyes on me as he then sucks my clit and groans against me. 

“Yes, yes” I exhale a harsh breath and then whimper and bite my lip. 

“Kash, please” I cry. 

“Let me cum” I beg. 

He slaps my thigh. 

“Shut up” he growls and then quickly sucks my clit back into his mouth. 

I let out a frustrated cry and my head goes back. 

“Please” I beg. 

“Shut your hot fucking mouth” he growls again. 

I was about to break. About to fall apart and I cry out it agony as he pulls his mouth from my clit and then takes his hands and slaps my pussy. 

“Get on your fucking knees Tate”