You Don’t Get to Finish Yet

[exhales] Everyone's gone home. Good. Lock the door, good boy. [chuckles] Don't look so nervous. I've seen the way you watch me during meetings. The way your eyes drift when I cross my legs under the conference table. [short pause] Mm, there it is. That little flush creeping up your neck. [whispers] Come here. Stand right in front of me. That's it. [inhales deeply] You smell like you've been thinking about this all day. Have you? [curious] Tell me. Use your words. Good boy. Now unbutton that shirt. Slower. [mischievously] Let me look at you. All those hours at the gym... I've noticed. [short pause] Now your belt. Mm, there you are. [whispers] Wrap your hand around your cock. That's my hand, understand? You stroke when I say, you stop when I say. Start slow... [moan] Oh, that's pretty. The way you're already twitching for me. Keep that pace. Don't you dare speed up. Not yet... [exhales sharply] Keep going just like that. Look at you, so hard, so desperate already. [chuckles] You've been wanting this, haven't you. Wanting your boss to tell you exactly how to touch yourself. [whispers] Faster now. Stroke that cock faster for me. [moan] Mm, good boy. Good boy, listen to those breaths. You're getting close, aren't you? I can see it. The way your stomach is tightening. Don't come. Don't even think about it. [short pause] Stop. Take your hand off. Now. [inhales deeply] Look at you shaking. Hands behind your back. [chuckles] That's it. Hold still while I enjoy this. [whispers] You're dripping. God, that's beautiful. You want to touch yourself so badly right now, don't you. Beg me. [short pause] Mm, not quite. Beg me like you mean it. [exhales] There you go. That's better. Such a good boy when you're desperate. [mischievously] All right. You can touch yourself again. But slow. Agonizingly slow. And you don't stop until I tell you... [whispers] That's it. Nice and slow. Feel every inch of your hand. Imagine it's me. [moan] Imagine my fingers wrapped tight around you, sliding up... and down. [chuckles] Your jaw is clenching. You're right on the edge again, aren't you? [exhales sharply] Don't stop. Keep stroking. Faster now. I want you right at that line. [short pause] Mm, there it is. That beautiful, desperate look in your eyes. You're so close. You'd do anything I asked right now. Anything at all. [mischievously] Lucky for you, I only need one thing. [whispers] Don't slow down. Keep that pace. [moan] God, you look incredible when you're about to break. [exhales] You're going to come for me. Right now. But only when I reach zero. Only when I say. If I stop before zero, you stop. [chuckles] Nod if you understand. [short pause] Good boy. [inhales deeply] Look at me. Keep your eyes on mine. You don't look away. You don't stop stroking. And you don't come until I give you... [whispers] Ten... nine... eight... faster... six... five... [moan] mm, almost... three... [short pause] ...two... one... [exhales sharply] Stop. [short pause] Take your hand off. [chuckles] Oh, the sound you just made. [whispers] You didn't think I'd let you come that easily, did you? Not this time. [mischievously] Look at you. Throbbing. Shaking. So close it hurts. [exhales] Put your hands behind your back. That's it. Breathe for me. Good boy. [whispers] I know. I know it aches. [exhales] But you took that so beautifully. [chuckles] You're still so hard. God, that's gorgeous. [short pause] [inhales deeply] Button your shirt. Wipe your face. [moan] You did so well for me tonight, good boy. Tomorrow you'll sit in that morning meeting knowing I own every orgasm you'll ever have. [mischievously] And the next time I keep you after hours... I might let you finish. Or I might not. [whispers] Be here at seven. Don't be late.