Before she could react to the sudden absence of pressure against her chest, he had already pulled her bra off, leaving her with only her shirt before he took another photo, not even bothering to show it to her.
She didn't ask either. Her shirt was loose enough that it would not look different in a picture, but the awareness of her lack of a bra while being photographed still hit her like a lightning bolt. He still showed it to her, and her gaze widened.
Not due to what her shirt was showing — or not showing — but her expression. A mix of shock and arousal … she never imagined she could look that sexy. Unbelievable.
"You respond really well to the camera. We should make sure we don't abandon it," he whispered.
"I can't. I can't let my photos go public," she whispered in panic, not willing to pass that line.
He chuckled even as he hugged her tighter. "Who said anything about public, sweetie. Those will belong to me, and only me. Don't worry about it." Hermione found herself unable to respond, first to his recklessness, then to his fingers, suddenly grabbing her nipples over her shirt, the fabric somehow making his touch more electric.
He squeezed.
She moaned.
A flash.
Another picture.
"It's a fun experience, right?" he asked as if it was just small talk, and nothing notable was happening. Not that she could blame him while she was somehow perfectly at ease sitting on her boss' lap, with his hand firmly gripping her tits.
The next photo caught her mid-moan, and she could only stare at her own flushed face — which distracted her from where his fingers were going until he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper halfway. She did nothing to stop him, but he still stopped.
"Why—" she started to ask, only for her question to die in another flash. Then, he revealed the photo, which answered her question enough. It was from a higher angle, meaning some of her hair hid her face, but her gaze was on her waist, what her half-open jeans were showing.
She had to admit, the promise of the pose worked very well. "I look … sexy," she whispered.
"Not nearly enough," he answered as he grabbed the neck of her shirt, and pulled, ripping the fabric violently, adding a cleavage to her otherwise conservative outfit. He took another photo, and she found herself blushing. The shirt revealed even more than she expected, the looseness working against her benefit.
"A good start, right," he whispered, ignoring her growing panic … or was that just more arousal. "Now, stand up, and try to touch your toes," he said, the order in his tone unmistakable.
She hated listening to others ordering her around, but, it wasn't the first time she was making an exception for her new boss. She followed the order, bending over, her ass challenging the loose jeans.
Another flash.
"Keep the pose," he ordered. She wasn't surprised when he grabbed her jeans and started pulling them down, though a shudder passed through her when she realized her jeans weren't the only article of clothing being dragged down.
With her panties going down with the jeans, her ass was getting exposed, and with the repeated flashes, Mr. White was immortalizing that as well.
She was exposed, too far more than what was supposed to feel comfortable in a photo. Yet, she somehow found herself looking at the camera and smiling at his command, feeling her blush spreading to her body.
After a few photos, he showed the screen once more, with her jeans and panties around her ankles. She gaped at the sight of her pussy lips, puffy, pouting, but most importantly, glistening enough to ruin the photo…
"Let's try something more interesting, and use all the space in the limo," he said. "Sit across me."
She followed that order, but not before shedding her jeans and panties, leaving her ruined shirt as the only piece of clothing. Reflexively, she pulled the shirt down to cover her core as he took another photo, yet, when he showed the screen, she found herself blushing even worse. By pulling the shirt down, she covered her core, but it only exaggerated the cleavage more.
Somehow, it looked innocent and decadent at the same time.
"Camera really loves you," Mr. White said as he stood up, taking photos as he closed toward her. "Let's try something even better."
Hermione had no doubt what he had in mind when he said better. The speed he kicked his pants away, leaving him with only a shirt, displaying his raging arousal, left no doubt. She should have done everything she could to stop this. Yet, in her whirlwind of thoughts, there was no hint in that direction.
Even when he brought his erection against her lips, his request was evident. She should turn it away. What he was asking was dirty and degrading … the kind that any self-respecting woman should avoid, especially when being asked unprompted.
Yet, when her lips parted, it wasn't to insult him or banish him, but to take his cock between her lips. She pushed forward, ignoring the explosion of flash that recorded another dirty moment of her. She could always destroy his phone after her mission was complete.
Or maybe leave it to him as a reward. Maybe even a payment, for once in her life, making her believe that she was something more than a bushy-haired bookworm. She pushed forward, taking more of his shaft in her mouth.
She should be dismayed that she somehow ignored the fact that she was being recorded as she did her best to devour his large monster, but the way it throbbed between her lips distracted her from any other concern.
He let out a loud groan at the same time a moan escaped her lips. She should feel mortified, but she only felt pride as her head started to slide up and down even faster.
"Try to move deeper, beautiful. You don't have the skill to make the shallow kind fun," he said. She was supposed to feel insulted and objectified, but at this point, she wasn't shocked at her arousal. It was hardly the first time she was reacting in a way she wasn't supposed to.
Amazed by her own reaction, she continued to eagerly suck her boss without hesitation, pushing herself deeper. The sensation of her throat being invaded was unfamiliar and a little painful, but she wasn't unfamiliar with pain, easily ignoring that in favor of pleasure.
She gobbled his monster member, trying to take more and more of it into her mouth, bobbing up and down when he started thrusting his hips to assist her. Lost in his movements, she didn't pay much attention when he decided to finish the job he started and ripped her shirt completely. Technically, it was still on her because the arms were intact, but it covered nothing.
With her breasts dangling freely, she only felt more emboldened. She grabbed his legs to pull him closer, using the leverage to take him even deeper. "Good girl," he whispered, and she shuddered, somehow more affected by his words than the monster in her throat.
She gagged and gasped as her throat got invaded, trying to replicate some of the movies she had watched when she was in the mood to break some rules years ago, though that time, she was just insulted, unable to believe how a woman could degrade herself like that.
She didn't ask the same question with her throat filled to the brim, his shaft going back and forth to test the limits.
Lost in pleasure, she wasn't expecting him to suddenly ask a question. "Do you know the benefits of having bushy hair?"
She thought of answering, but that would require her to stop what she was doing. And she didn't want that. Instead, she captured his gaze, doing her best to answer his question. She didn't know. She blinked twice, hoping that it would convey the answer.
"Do you want me to show you?" he asked. This time, she blinked once. Yes.
Under the circumstances, she shouldn't have been surprised when he grabbed her hair hard enough to hurt, which was only the natural progression. Yet somehow, she was caught flat-footed, surprised even as he started fucking her mouth long and hard, plowing her throat with domination she had never felt in her life.
Including the night before, which had been spectacular yet gentle. Then, the realization hit her. It had been only gentle because she was inexperienced, and despite everything, he was still gentle enough to play with her appropriately.
Today, she was the one that accepted the challenge, and he responded by making an utter mess of her throat. She did her best to take it all, of course. He was a good teacher…
And, always, she was an excellent student, regardless of the topic. She was excellent in runes, potions, charms, and transfiguration, which was earned only through an excellent focus on studying, no matter how hard it got.
She brought the same attitude to being invaded in her throat, just taking it all no matter how hard it was for her to breathe between gags and gasps… Time lost its meaning once more, this time lack of oxygen playing a part.
Coming to an end when an even louder groan escaped his throat and he shove her face all the way down to the base of his cock and exploded into her… Her eyes widened as she tried to take it, the lack of breath making rest a priority.
Yet, as she turned her gaze up and caught him recording a video of the show with a predatory grin, she had a feeling that the rest wouldn't come as fast as she expected.
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