You stand outside his office bidding your heart to stop its squirming in your chest. The prosecutor you worked under had only ever treated you with respect, but something about his intensity made your nerves light up in his presence. You knocked at his door, hoping he wasn't too busy and a "Come in" bade you inside. You swallowed as you stepped through the heavy wood doors and into the office. Barok van Zieks was facing away from you, working diligently at his desk.
"I-I brought you a present for your birthday, Sir." You set the heavy wine bottle with a bow decorating it on the desk next to him. He turns his head and picks up the wine to inspect it.
"Hmm, you do know the brand I like…very observant, assistant." He turns his head towards you to give you a small smile. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and you clutched your documents close to your chest, pushing your breasts up to where your white blouse buttons down, a movement his keen eyes didn't miss. A redness dusts your nose from the praise and you thank him, peering at him from under your lashes, shoulders raised skittishly with an unsure smile.
The older man's smile turns into a cockier smirk for an instant before completely evaporating from his face. He turns back to the wine.
"I suppose a break is in order, will you join me?"
You nod, and he gets out only one goblet of wine and clears off a good-sized space from his well-organized desk. He asks you to help clear off the furthest corner of the desk, well out of his reach and you oblige. You bend over his desk, your chest flush against the solid wood as you reach for the items at the far corner. You fail to realize that your short pencil skirt has risen up to the point where your lace black panties were revealing themselves.
His eyes darted towards the reveal and then towards your face, his eyes darkening and getting hazy. You look back into them, caught, vulnerable. Your face turns from pink to red as you stutter an apology, making to straighten and pull down your skirt but his hand grabs your wrist firmly. He stands, pulls you up, and spins you gracefully so that your back is flush with the desk. The redness on your face is reaching towards your breasts now as he takes in the sight beneath him. You gently bite your lip and look away from his intense gaze as your hands go up to fidget with your hair, pushing your breasts together.
You look back to see him unexpectedly grab the wine bottle. He rips the bow off it with his teeth, gazing at you all the while and pulls out a condom from the desk. You gaze at him, your eyes hazy with lust and watch him pull the condom over the wine bottle's neck.
"I do so enjoy the gift, but I feel the wine could taste….even sweeter."
He gently pushes your knees apart so you're even more vulnerable in front of him and peels aside your panties. You feel the lube-lined condom on the bottle line up with your wet core and you look up at him, pleading with your eyes and sighing hot and heavily. He looks at you from under his eyelashes and with an almost cocky quirk of his mouth, he leans his body over and places his gloved hand on your chest. The bottle head slides in easily and your clit twitches at the cold, filling sensation. A moan escapes your throat and he rips his gloved hand down the front of your blouse, unbuttoning it in an instant. His hand meets your tit as he rolls it under his fingers, squeezing at your nipple. The other hand starts pumping the bottle into your wetness with a sloshing sound. Your back arches from the pleasure and you release a louder moan. He quickly places his gloved hand over your mouth and leans towards your ear to whisper,
"Careful darling, if you're too loud I'll have to make you quiet down," His voice is husky and dominating in your ear and you turn your head to look him in the eye and give him a coy smile. He takes his gloved hand and bites down on the glove, dragging it off his hand while his eyes challenge you to dare make another loud moan. The bottle moves faster inside you and you can't help the noise that comes out of your mouth. He shoves the glove forcefully into your moan to silence you and slowly drags the wet wine bottle out of you.
Your body feels aflame with passion and the emptiness makes you feel needy. He peels the condom off and throws it in a nearby trash. He slowly opens the wine bottle and with a slight *pop* the liquid is released. He makes no move for the goblet, instead pouring the white wine slowly over your chest, reveling in how it soaks your white blouse and exposes your nipples. The liquid shines on your skin and he pours more onto your already wet pussy. He bends over to run his hot tongue in between your tits, cupping one and sucking on the nipple of the other. When he pulls back to look at you, his eyes are clouded and he sinks lower to run his tongue sinfully slow and forcefully along your soft folds, flicking his tongue up on your clit. A muffled gasp escapes from your throat as your eyes widen. Your clit throbs with need as his hot breath warms it, his eyes aflame and fixated on your pleasure-filled expression.
He laps at your folds a bit more to clear the wine from it then leans away, takes the goblet and pours himself more. He swishes the goblet around under his nose and sets the bottle down. He knocks back the expensive goblet and downs the wine in it. Slowly he licks his lips; making intense eye contact that leaves you feeling overwhelmed. The glass gets thrown into a nearby candelabra and he unzips his tight pants and frees his member. Your clit twitches when you see its hardness and let your head roll back with a muffled moan as he slides easily inside your wet pussy. He leans over you and thrusts inside of you, creating slight slapping sounds and growling gently under his breath into your ear. Your moans are held inside the glove in your mouth as he puts his gloved hand up to apply pressure around your neck, using the position to rail you even harder.
Your eyes roll back and you start feeling a wave of pleasure course through your body. Every thrust shakes your whole body, rattling your skull and tightening something within your groin. He flips you over so you're leaning over his desk again and he slams his heavy knee-high boot on the desk with you and pulls your hips forcefully towards him. He sucks and licks and kisses your neck as you feel yourself come undone, liquid releasing from your sensitive pussy all over his cock. He groans low and growls deep from his throat with a final thrust inside your squeezing pussy. His cock throbs as he fills you and his hot, slow breath fans your ear.
He regains his breath, gently flipping you over to release the glove from your mouth and replace it with a kiss to melt you further. When he pulls away, his eyes are fading from lust to admiration and he caresses your face softly. You feel like you're floating and a giddy smile is what you give to him. He smoothly pulls you up to sit and offers you a towel. When you're finished cleaning yourself he offers you a change of clothes and takes your hand in his. He brings your hand up to his face and gives a soft, loving kiss to the back of it. His eyes smile as they meet yours and he pulls you closer to whisper, "Thank you for the sweet birthday gift, darling."
