Briefing room and Fantasies!
Be warned – very very mature! Do you dare call it smut – I don't think so!
I walk into your life and you walk into my soul. My whole body tingles when you place your brown eyes upon me and I can't help but to squeeze my legs together as I sit at the table and watch you standing there. So proud, yet so cocky. So convinced and yet conceited. You look at me when you think no one is watching and I can feel the heat burn my face as it pools around the lower portions of my body. The things you are doing to me and yet you haven't even touched me.
You look directly at me when you say how you like women and I feel there is a hidden agenda in there somewhere and when your eyes go an even darker chocolate, I know it is too late to save myself for I am lost to you already. And you know it also, I can tell the way you smirk at me that you know I just wet myself and you haven't even touched me ..yet. Yet- I think that with such confidence and even though I know with you being my CO it is forbidden, I cannot wait until the day you push me against the wall in your office and make me come for you. I am impatient for the man I know you can be to handle me the way you see fit and I quiver with anticipation while others talk around us, not knowing that we are playing our own game.
You look at me when the room empties, realizing that I have escaped to someplace else. Someplace where there is a room with a bed and I lay and allow you to do what you want to me without any restrictions. The pleasure and the pain is match for match and I lose all control of my senses and surrender everything over to you. You who control's my every thought, action and word and I gladly give up this freedom to become completely yours, with no afterthought of what I might want. Because I know that you will give me everything I need, want or desire.
You make my body melt while your hands mold it back together. Your rough palms rubbing against the most sensitive parts of my body. I shiver with need and when my hands reach down to grab yours and put them where the need is the strongest, you raise those eyes that are so filled with desire that they are now black and give me a look. I raise my arms back over my head where you had placed them when we first begun this game of domination. You continue your journey down my body, but now your teeth and lips have joined your hands and I feel as if my entire being is a rubber band becoming tighter and tighter, begging to unravel. You laugh when I huff in anguish because you know that I will not want you to quit no matter how tight the desire runs and the laughter ignites the flames even higher until I am lost in the inferno you have created inside of me.
You spread me open and look at the place where I have been begging for you to touch and you tell me not to move. My legs are on each side of you and suddenly the desire to squeeze them together is almost overwhelming. I know what you have done to the rest of me and I quiver with anticipation at what your next exploring is going to do to my already oversensitive body. Unconsciously, I try to bring my legs together and for the first time you say my name when you look at me. I know there is no way anyone will ever say Samantha that way again, and the wetness escapes me without any urging at all. You tell me that if I try to move again, then you are finished for tonight and I will suffer all night until you decide to finish your game with me.
I know that you mean it so with every ounce of strength I can sum up I push my legs into your mattress and pray they do not move. You begin slowly with your fingertips rubbing my inner thigh and your thumb catches on my clit and I cannot help but jump as the bundle of nerves quake inside of me, begging for release. Before I realize it, your whole hand is on me, your fingers inside of me and your thumb playing a tapping on my clit. I don't understand how it can be but I think I have actually climbed to the point of burning eternally with no hope of ever being put out. You keep your steady rhythm going and suddenly I clinch around your fingers.
You pull them out and I cannot help the words that come out of my mouth. You laugh again and suddenly your laughter is blowing against my most sensitive part and I cannot even think anymore. You swipe your tongue across my clit and then you run it from the top of my opening to the bottom. Your hands are still rubbing me all over, my nipples sore from the attention they are getting as your rough fingertips pull on them and then release them just to do it all over again. You do not stop even when I scream that I am going to come. It seems you get closer to me, waiting for me to explode and I worry because as built up as I am there is no stopping once it starts. I feel the overwhelming desire to push and you tell me to relax and let it happen.
But before I can release the tension in my body, something has changed. I am no longer in your room, on your bed. I feel a warm breath on my neck next to my ear. And I realize I have been daydreaming all this time. Daydreaming about what I want you to do to me in the dark of the night. You lean closer to me and take a deep breath and I know you smell my desire for I cannot hide the fact that my vision of what you were doing to me has caused me to soak my panties. You take your tongue and you lick the spot right behind my ear and I shiver and flood again when you whisper your words to me right before you straighten up and walk out of the briefing room.
"Don't worry, Samantha. Your dream will most assuredly come true. There is no doubt about that."
And I hear you laugh as you walk away from me and leave me sitting there, too shaken to move right away. And though I know what just thinking about what you can do to me does to me – I hunger with desire for when the time will actually happen.