EroticReverie

Kat Angelis

I feel ridiculous on my knees , kneeling here without being talked to. Being ignored as Duke discusses shipments with a supplier for the club. I can hear Mischa, and the the others on the call as well. I can hear Max, Danny, all of them talking and going back and forth as I sit there, silent, hands in my lap, my back straight, and my knees start to ache slightly , my muscles cramping slightly and I shift slightly to bring circulation back to my legs. 

Duke's eyes dart over to me, and I freeze, having lifted my ass slightly off my feet. His eyes are on me and I sit back on my feet and bite my lips together through the discomfort. Maybe I wasn't made for this. Maybe this was a bad idea. 

I watch Duke reach over as his legs move slightly and he gently places a hand on the side of my face, and pulls my head to his lap, making me rest my cheek on his leg. I feel my toes wiggle under my feet and I let my head rest there. 

I close my eyes as I feel his fingers stroke the other side of my face, his fingers slipping near my ear, gently pushing my hair behidn my ear and then brushing his fingers lightly over my hair, petting me.  I was being pet, like a little puppy. Did I like that? Feeling like a pet? Yes, and no. 

He starts to speak, talking to those on the conference call, his hand pausing on my head, and I feel my cheek brush against his pants as I move my head slightly. For fucks sake, who was I? Nudging him like the puppy he was treating me as, nudging him for more of his attention, for his caress. It was strangely soothing, even while still leaving me unsure if this was something I could be into. I wanted more. 

As he talks I feel him him slip his hand under my chin, lifting my face from his lap, and I want to whimper, needing my head back on his lap, needing more of what felt like affection. How could kneeling like this, being made to stay silent, like a statue, make me feel special? 

He drops his hand as I sit back up, my hands going back to my lap, my back going straight, my eyes wandering, to his lap, and I feel my wet tongue swipe my lips as I notice the bulge in his pants, the firm length of his cock pressing against his pants. 

I had never wanted to touch a man so badly in my entire life. I found myself desperate to ease whatever pleasure his cock sought. I wanted to place my hand over it, hold it, even if just through his clothes, rub him and feel how hard he was. Remembering last night in those grey boxer briefs that left nothing to my imagination. Other than wondering if he was cut or uncut, or what the veins in his cock looked like.  His size and thickness however were no secret to my eyes. 

My toes wiggle, and keep wiggling as I feel my nipples pushing against the fabric of my bra, and they ache more than they ever had. 

Sometimes I wonder if having held onto my virginity for so long, had somehow made me an even hornier human being. I found myself wondering if Duke had ever taken someones virginity, and how I still wish I had mine. My mind cursing me. You gave it to his son, you idiot, and now you're here , all but drooling over his father, on your knees like a little....a  little slut. 

"Katherine." his voice cuts through my self degredation, and I realize I'm still staring at the prominent bulge in his suit pants. I snap my eyes up to his. 

"Yeah?" I say , my cheeks heating. 

"I mean..Yes Sir?" I correct myself, reminding myself of what we're doing here. 

"Do you enjoy staring at my cock?" he asks. 

I swallow and my eyes lower and I fidget with my dress, pushing my hands over it, god my palms were so sweaty. 

"Look at me when I am talking to you Katherine." he says and I look back up.

"Yes sir." I answer. "and...I...I do like looking at it. At you." I say and blush even more, unsure of how I can answer so honestly. Maybe it's the tone of his voice, his eyes, both comanding to me to do whatever he says, answer anything he asks. 

"Stand up." he says and I obey, standing, smoothing out my dress, and Duke, slips a hand to my waist and pulls me sideways into his lap, my legs to one side, the side of my ass feeling that hard cock against the side of me. I inhale as my toes curl and he lifts his other hand to my face, turning it to face him and I just stare, blinking once as his face, so close to mine, stares back at me, and I think I stop breathing all together. 

"You were a very good girl Katherine." he says and I feel my heart beat faster, feel everything inside me stir, my stomach flips, my pussy throbs and my brain melts. How could such simple words make me feel this good? I wanted to listen to Duke tell me I was a good girl, every second, every day, for the rest of my life. 

"Were you uncomfortable?" he asks and his hand slips along my jaw and he wraps his fingers softly behind my neck as he brings his mouth so close to mine I can feel his breath.

"A...a little...sir." I say , my breath still caught somewhere that I can't catch it. 

"If you choose to continue....if you still want to be my good girl for the rest of the day...You can use a pillow. I'll get you one from one of the rooms." he says and I nod.

"Yes please, sir." I say and he inhales deeply and I watch his jaw tick and his hand slips from my neck down the front of my dress, and right over my heart, only his palm resting on the top of my breasts.

"Your heart is beating very fast Katherine. Does it excite you, being my good girl?" he asks and I want to fucking cry. This was torture. Absolute torture. I wanted to kiss him so bad, I wanted to beg him to kiss me, but knowing I wasnt the one making the rules, and I didnt think I was allowed to demand anything from him. I wasn't really sure how any of this worked. 

"Yes sir." I answer. 

"If I were to slide my hand down over your breast, all the way down your stomach, down your thigh, and slip it up under your dress, what would happen Katherine? Would I find my good girl with her panties wet for me?" he asks , his hand slipping up over my collar bone, and back to lifting my chin a bit higher as I breathe shakily. 

"Katherine?" he asks when I don't answer. 

He leans in again, his lips so close, and they slightly brush mine as he speaks.

"Tell me...is your pussy wet?" he asks and I whimper and nod.

"Y-yes sir." I answer and my breath hitches when I think he might kiss me, but his mouth moves to my ear. 

"Put your hand..up your dress...I want you to put two fingers inside of yourself...and fuck your wet pussy nice and slow for me. Can you do that? Do you want to do that for me Katherine?" he whispers and my eyes flutter, my toes out of control as I nod with a small cry.

"Yes sir." I answer breathelessly and he groans. 

I yelp when he grabs me, shifting me abruptly in his lap, my back to his front, and his hands reach down and I gasp as he slides my dress up slightly, mid thigh and then pulls at my knees, spreading them.

"Show me how wet a good girl gets Katherine." he whispers as he takes my hand and guides it over my lap and he groans as my hand moves, and I inhale as I reach down and grab my panties and slide them to the side and I let out a soft moan as my fingers rub at my clit softly. 

His hands are on my hips and I feel him shift, his cock digging into my ass as I let out a tiny whimper and he keeps talking in my ear, his voice sinful and making my cunt ache for the touch he's allowing me to give it. 

"Slide those pretty fingers inside of yourself Katherine."

"That's it." he whispers as I exhale and my head goes back slightly. 

"Good little girl." he growls softly. 

"Finger yourself. Fuck yourself for me. Let me hear how wet it is Katherine." he whispers and I moan. 

Sunny was going to shit herself. She was going to lose her fucking mind when I went home tonight and told her that I fucking fingered myself on my boss's lap while he whispered dirty, sexy, hot, incredible things into my ear. 

"Do you know how proud I am of you Katherine? What a good girl you're being? You're phenomenal...and that cunt sounds so sweet. Show me your fingers angel. Let me see how wet that good girl pussy gets. How it soaks those pretty fingers." he whispers and I gasp , and I bite my lip and pull my fingers out, groaning at the loss of my own touch and doing as I'm told, I lift my hand, my hand trembling and his hand , goes to  my forearm and slides to my wrist.

"I need to taste you Katherine." he whispers , before my fingers are pulled into his mouth, his mouth wrapping around them and I gasp , squirming in his lap as he groans and then his tongue pushes between my fingers, and he sucks them.

"Fuuuck" he growls and then , sucks them again as I let out a soft cry.

"You taste like heaven. Give me more." he says and I drop my hand and it again, dives between my legs and I slide my two fingers inside myself and begin to pump them in and out, faster than before. I was so turned on, I'd never felt more sexy, more fucking horny in my entire life. 

"Finger that pussy , you perfect, pretty, sexy fucking angel" he whispers in my ear. 

"Finger it harder Katherine, get those fingers soaked for me baby girl." he says through gritted teeth and I let out a cry, and his hand grabs my wrist, pulling my fingers from my pussy and he savagely growls as he lifts them to his mouth and I writhe in his lap. 

"Duke" I cry, my fucking mind melting, my pussy weeping, all of me was on fire and helpless and so incredibly needy and desperate. 

"Excuse me ?" He growls, his teeth scraping my fingers as he bites them slightly. I yelp.

"Sir!" I hiss and licks my fingers and then groans in my ear.

"Do you feel how hard you have my cock Katherine?" he growls and grabs my hips and lifts his own as he grinds into me, my toes curling as my legs hang over either side of his leg, dangling there. 

"yes sir" I cry.

"Do you want to cum Katherine, do you want to keep touching your delicious pussy and cum on my lap?" he asks and my toes crack as I curl them hard and nod.

"Yes sir." I answer him, and I pant quickly, my breath erratic and shaky. 

"Then ask me nicely Katherine." he says in my ear. 

"Please.....may I please cum?" I pant. 

"Who are you talking to Katherine?" he groans.

"Sir...please...please may I cum sir." I correct myself as my cunt drips and it's torture. It's pure torture and I feel mindless, like nothing else matters, or has ever mattered as much as cumming does to me right now. 

"Please sir" I beg again. "Please let me make myself cum" 

"Do it." he growls. 

My hand dives between my legs and I my head goes back. 

"Yes Katherine." he groans as my head rests on his shoulder, he places a hand on my stomach , over my dress, the other still at my hip. 

"God, you're so fucking beautiful" he whispers and I moan , and feel his lips brush my temple, and he kisses it. 

"my good girl" he says and I feel my pussy pulse as I rub my clit and writhe in his lap, gasping and lifting my hips as I cry. 

"Jesus, you are fucking gorgeous" he groans. 

"You could make a man cum all over himself in his pants Katherine....my cock is filled to the brim with cum for you...cum that belongs deep in that pussy of yours." he groans in my ear and I gasp. 

"yes"I breathe and he brushes his mouth on my ear.

"You want that Katherine? You want me to cum inside of you? Make you be a good girl and take every drop deep in your sweet good girl pussy?" he asks and I cry, cumming hard, a tiny scream escapes me as my fingers press to my clit, forcing my orgasm out, my legs shaking my toes still curled and I feel his arm wrap around my middle, holding me to him as my body goes crazy, my hips bucking into my own touch and I let out another scream and he groans in my ear. 

"You incredible fucking angel." he whispers, kissing my temple as my body tenses and jerks  while relaxing, my fingers teasing my clit , trying to steal more pleasure, but Im so sensitive it hurts, and my body is hot, and my breath is loud and heaving  , and I whimper as I groan , my fingers slipping over my wetness, between my lips and I feel my pussy ache for something more, an itch that I myself couldnt scratch. 

"Do you want to be fucked Katherine?" he whispers and I let out a tortured whine and I nod.

"Yes sir." I answer and he hums in my ear. 

"Listen to me Katherine..." he says and I breathe fast and heavy and whimper and I nod.

"yes sir." 

"The only time you touch yourself....the only time you cum...is when I say so. In this office, outside this office....that mouth watering, delicious pussy of yours....belongs to me now. Do you understand?" he asks and I nod. 

"It belongs to me, and only me. Nobody touches it, nobody fucks it. Not even you. Do you understand? If you want to touch it....if you want to get off....you need my permission...because that sweet pussy is mine Katherine." he says and I nod. 

"Yes sir." I agree. 

"Before this goes any further...we need to discuss certain things. It's already went, far beyond what it should have without us discussing terms, limits, restrictions." he says. 

"Tonight..you will have dinner with me. We'll discuss it then. For now...I need you to go to the restroom...clean yourself up...then come back here and finish your work." he says and I whimper, wanting more, right now. Not caring what terms or limits he wants to put in place, I just wanted him inside of me. 

"Yes sir." I agree anyways. He kisses my temple and I sigh, melting into him. 

"You cum so hard Katherine...it's beautiful to watch." he whispers. 

"I can't wait to be the one that makes you cum." he says. 

"Now, be a good girl. Go clean yourself up. Go to the bathroom, and come right back." he says. I nod, and I stand. 

I look at him as I stand on my feet and swallow as I look at him. He smiles slightly. 

"Now, before I throw you down on this desk and clean you with my tongue Katherine."