She arrived at 7.20. Just to show him up. Show him that she didn't need to listen to him. Show him that he wasn't in control of this and that this was a two way street.

She rang the doorbell and rested her body against the door frame trying to calm her racing heart.

Thirty seconds passed without answer so she rung it again. Another thirty seconds. He was playing her at his own game. She should leave and make him come to her. Make him wait longer...

She faltered and banged the door frame with her fist. She didn't want to leave. After a few seconds she saw a shadow move towards the door through the stained glass. He moved slowly, unhooking the chain and opening the lock. Anticipation was building in her body. She thought her heart was going to jump out of her chest as he pulled the door open and stared at her.

He had rolled the sleeves up on his navy work shirt and removed his tie. His hair looked like he had run his hand through it multiple times as a few strands had fallen over his beautiful grey eyes. He was holding a tumbler of Firewhiskey in his right hand. He stepped aside and let her in walking away from her through to his sitting room, leaving her to close the door behind herself.

She pulled off her mac and hung it on the coat stand revealing the dress she had worn to work. It wasn't low cut. It didn't show off anything other than her long legs but It hugged her in all the right places. Sexy in a completely unobvious way. The heels added height and confidence as she followed him into the sitting room.

The fire was lit and the music was playing softly in the corner where she found him standing over the record player and picking the next album. This is what she found unusual about him. He picked the music based on his moods and the album would be a setting for the remainder of the evening. Warmth spread in her stomach as she watched him place the needle slowly on the record and turn around to her, reating his body against the unit. The record player crackled then the music sprung to life lighting up his eyes.

"Drink?" He held up his tumbler and rattled it in her direction. She shook her head. Drinking stopped her being able to feel everything. It numbed her.

"I said seven." His forceful tone didn't surprise her. He was always stubborn and used to getting what he wanted. Usually it meant her doing what he asked on these nights. Her being late was a small act of defiance but she felt better about it. Knowing he wasn't fully in control.

"I had some work to finish off." It was a lie. She decided as soon as he left the room she would be late.

"Come here." Her legs started before she even had time to think. She stepped towards him as he trailed her body with his eyes from her face down to her legs. She stopped less than a foot away from him.

"Do you remember what we said to one another after the Christmas party?"

"Yes." She remembered that night so well. They both had too much to drink, too many arguments in the weeks before and it all boiled over. To him pushing her up against the wall and roughly claiming her lips. Luckily it was dark. No one saw her swollen lips or his ruffled hair as they left the party early.

"Tell me."

"We said we wouldn't let this get in the way of work. That there would be a line that we wouldn't cross in working hours." It had been a difficult four months. After the Christmas party they didn't see each other for two weeks due to the Christmas break. The first day back in January he had followed her with his eyes as she walked through the main office before she took refuge behind her closed door. After more heated looks during the day he had turned up at her house that night and claimed her again. That's when they made the decision. That's when they set the boundary.

"So why do you try to push me over that line everyday? Is it because you like to think you're in control of this situation?"

"No. I know I'm not in control. If I was, I wouldn't be here." She had tried so many times. This is the last time she would tell herself. That it had to stop. Yet when he called she was there and when he turned up she let him in. Every time.

"So you want me to cross that line?"

"I just... I don't know why I do it."

"Do you imagine sitting on your desk with your legs spread and my mouth in-between them? Or do you imagine your legs wrapped round my waist while I fuck you? Or would you prefer me taking you from behind while gripping the days paperwork between your fingers?"

Her heart dropped and a blush rose to her cheeks. "Tell me." He demanded.

"Yes."

"Which part?"

"All of it."

He didn't move. He didn't say anything. She folded her arms over her chest, trying to protect herself from his eyes. It felt like minutes before he spoke.

"Take it off." He nodded at her dress. It was a command not a request. She stood still fighting internally between her head telling her to stop and tell him this isn't normal and the ache between her legs telling her that this is what she wanted. She wanted him and she liked him being in control but it wasn't normal how willing she was to give it to him.

"You're overthinking." She was. She always did. "You can walk away now. Or you can take the dress off."

She was always going to take the dress off. She fumbled for the zip on her side and pulled it down slowly. When it was fully open she pulled the arms down over her shoulders and pushed it over her hips until it dropped to the floor. She stepped out of the dress with one foot and pushed it to the side with another.

He watched her, raking his eyes over every part of her body. From her neck down to her breasts barely covered by the lilac lace underwear set she was wearing, across her stomach and down to her legs. He was waiting for her to go to him as he always did.

"It not a bad thing... what we do. Does it ever feel bad to you?" It didn't feel bad. It always felt good.

"No." She didn't lie.

"Then kiss me."

She wanted to kiss him. She moved against him and started to undo his shirt buttons one by one. He looked at her curiously waiting to see what she was going to do. He wanted her to kiss him on the mouth. She wanted to make him wait. She wanted to kiss him somewhere else.

When she flicked the last button open she pulled her fingers down his chest slowly feeling the muscles beneath her fingertips.

She bent down and placed wet kissed on his chest, next to his nipple and over his stomach over and over again. She then began to unhook his belt buckle, undo the button on his trousers and slowly pull the zipper down until it would go no further.

She knelt down in front of him while he rested against the unit. She looked up at him as she pulled his trousers down to sit round his bottom and moved his boxers down so she could release it from it's confined space. When she manoeuvred it out it was already hard. Standing proudly towards her mouth waiting for her to put her lips round it. So she kissed above it, she kissed around it and licked from base to tip.

"You little tease." He said above her and she looked up at him and he smirked. So she continued to look up at him as she took her tongue and circled the tip slowly. She then licked and puckered her lips before she took the tip into her mouth. He grabbed the edge of the unit with his hands. She felt a small buck of his hips as his dick pushed further in but she pushed his hips back with her hands to keep him in place. She wanted this little bit of control, if only for a few minutes.

When she finally took him fully into her mouth she heard him whisper 'fuck' which made her smile around his cock. She had him. She held the cards. She moved her mouth back applying light pressure as she dragged her lips over his length, circled the tip with her tongue and pushed back over his length until her lips touched the base.

He placed one of his hands on her head and tangled his fingers in her curls moving his hand with the rhythm of her head. He liked her to look at him. The first time she did this to him he said 'Look at me. Don't look away.'

At first it was awkward, staring up at him while he watched her so intently doing something so intimate to him. Then she saw the fire in his eyes. The way his lip curled when they caught each others eye. Or the way he bit his lip when he was close. Then she found she loved it. Loved him being captured by her and her mouth and the things she did with her tongue. It made her feel powerful. Turned her on without him even touching her. Just watching.

She continued moving her mouth back and forth along his length speeding up after a few minutes until his grip on her hair tightened and he bucked into her with a loud moan, his warm cum spilling into her mouth. She waited until he stilled before dragging her lips over him one last time listening for the moan as she pulled her lips over the tip and swallowed.

She moved slowly away from him watching him leaning against the unit, eyes closed and head hanging low. She lifted herself off the floor and got to her feet. She was about to pick up her dress from the floor and excuse herself to the bathroom to freshen up when he spoke. It sent a shiver down her spine and a pool of warmth to her stomach.

"Leave the dress on the floor and make yourself comfortable. You're going to be here for a while."