Chapter 8: What Have I Done?

Continued from chapter 7:

“Okay, Julissa,” I say.

“It's time.”

I sit in a chair in front of a full-length mirror that hangs on the wall of her office.

“Come,” I say.

“Sit on my lap, facing the mirror, reverse cowgirl... I want you to watch me fuck you... I want to watch your face as you ride yourself to an orgasm on my lap…”

Her eyes widen at my instruction, a visible shudder running through her body. She rises on shaky legs, her gaze flicking between my face and the mirror. With hesitant steps, she approaches the chair where I sit, her naked form flushed and trembling with anticipation.

Turning around, she slowly lowers herself onto my lap, straddling my thighs. She reaches back to grasp my rigid shaft, positioning it at her entrance. With a deep breath, she sinks down inch by excruciating inch, enveloping me in her silky heat. A low, drawn-out moan spills from her lips as she takes me fully inside her, her velvety walls fluttering around my thickness.

“Oh god, Ero...” She gasps, her voice strained with pleasure and disbelief.

“I can't believe I'm doing this…”

Chapter 8:

I reach around her, fondling her beautiful, naked breasts, running my hands all over her naked body. My chin rests on her bare shoulder as I nip at her earlobe, kiss her jawline, her neck, leaving wet spots behind, blowing on them to raise cold goosebumps. I feel the hot slick silky folds of her pussy slowly slide up and down my length, her face rapturous in the mirror.

She arches into my touch, her back pressing against my chest as my hands roam her sensitive skin. Soft mewls of pleasure escape her with each caress, each nip and kiss sending sparks of sensation racing through her nerves. In the mirror, she watches, transfixed, as her own face contorts in ecstasy, her eyes glazed and half-lidded, her mouth slack with wanton abandon.

“Ahh... ahhh... Ero!”

Her cries grow louder, more **** as she begins to move in earnest, lifting herself up until just the tip remains inside before slamming back down, impaling herself on my thick shaft.

Her hips undulate sensually, grinding against me, chasing the building pressure deep within her core. One hand comes up to cup her breast, squeezing and kneading the soft mound, pinching the nipple between her fingers.

I keep one hand on her breast, running her nipple between my thumb and forefinger while the other finds her clitoris. I gently flick it back and forth under my forefinger, teasing it while she rides me, her movements becoming more frantic as she rockets towards a magnificent orgasm.

Her body jerks and writhes against me as my fingers find her most sensitive spot, electric pleasure shooting through her core. Her hips buck erratically, grinding herself against my hand, **** for more friction, more stimulation.

Drool escapes the corner of her mouth as she loses herself in the overwhelming sensations, her mind blanking out everything except the exquisite **** of my touch and the delicious stretch of my cock inside her.

“Yes, yes, YES!”

She wails, her voice raw with need. Her inner muscles begin to flutter and clench around me rhythmically, signaling her impending release. She throws her head back against my shoulder, exposing the column of her throat, a picture of utter surrender and ecstasy reflected in the mirror.

She goes completely rigid and her entire body seizes. She impales herself to the hilt on my hardness, and squeezes as hard as she can as she slowly slides up, then she drops, squeezing again, and slowly slides back up.

On her third pass, she has her release, drenching my lap in a deluge of juices as her pussy lets go, fluttering and clenching around my length as she throws her head back, both hands gripping my thighs, as she bounces up and down in rapturous pleasure.

She pops me like a cork being pulled slowly from a bottle of champagne and I arch my back, giving her every inch of me as I erupt into prisms of pleasure, the dam breaking and wave after wave of semen erupts from my tip in never-ending pops of pleasure so intense it is almost painful.

We lock eyes in the mirror and watch as we wring each other completely out of pleasure, milking every last drop from the other.

As the final spurts of my release paint her insides, Julissa collapses back against my chest, utterly spent. Her body trembles and twitches with the aftershocks of her intense climax, soft whimpers and moans falling from her lips.

In the mirror, her reflection is a debauched vision—hair mussed, skin flushed and glistening with sweat, eyes glassy and unfocused, a look of pure, sated bliss etched onto her features.

Slowly, as the fog of pleasure begins to lift, awareness seeps back in. She becomes acutely conscious of my softening member still nestled inside her, of the sticky evidence of our combined releases trickling down her thighs. A fierce blush stains her cheeks as the reality of what she's done, what she's allowed herself to become, crashes over her.

She begins to cry, still clenching and milking the last of my semen from my softening penis, and I hold her, kissing her, covering her breasts, her nakedness, relishing her surrender, her defeat, and her humiliation.

Tears stream down her face as the weight of her actions finally hits home. She sobs brokenly into my shoulder, her body shaking with the **** of her emotions. Despite the intimacy of the moment, the way I hold her and caress her, a deep sense of shame and self-loathing washes over her.

“What have I done?” She chokes out between sobs, her voice small and lost.

“I'm supposed to be better than this... stronger... And yet here I am, debasing myself, letting you use me like some cheap whore…”

She hiccups, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks.

“I disgust myself…”

“No, Julissa. You are beautiful, strong, and brilliant. You are the boss of this company, and you just got a little too big for your britches, that's all.”

“The universe decided to humble you, and I'm thankful it chose me as the instrument of your humiliation. Now, if you'll allow me, I'll see if I can free you from the spell you are under, as long as you promise not to fire me…you did sign a release, remember?”

She stiffens in my arms at my words, a flicker of her old defiance sparking in her tear-filled eyes. She pushes herself upright, turning to face me with a watery glare, even as she remains seated in my lap.

“A spell? What are you talking about, Ero?”

Her voice is hoarse but tinged with confusion and suspicion.

“I'm not under any spell. I just... I made a mistake. A terrible, unforgivable mistake.”

She swallows hard, her gaze dropping to where our bodies are still joined.

“But that doesn't explain why I let things go so far. Why I couldn't seem to stop myself...”

She shakes her head, as if trying to clear it, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“Free me from what, exactly? And why would I fire you?”

I remove the pendant from her beautiful neck and hand it to her.

“I think this pendant is the culprit, Julissa. Wherever did you get it? How do you feel now that it's off?”

Her eyes widen as I remove the pendant, a look of shock and dawning realization crossing her face. She takes the necklace from my hand, staring at it as if seeing it for the first time. Her fingers tighten around the opal stone, knuckles turning white.

“This... this thing.” She whispers, her voice trembling.

“I... I took it. From a party last night. I didn't think... I had no idea...”

She trails off, her mind reeling as the pieces start to fall into place.

Suddenly, she feels a rush of relief, like a heavy weight has been lifted from her shoulders. The fog that seemed to cloud her judgment since putting on the necklace dissipates, and she becomes acutely aware of her nudity, of the intimate position she finds herself in with me.

“Oh god.”

“I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take advantage, but I thought you were actually... that you wanted to... well, you know. And to be fair, you have been overzealous in your authority over us. You've been kind of a bitch to be honest... it seems like the universe balanced the scales a bit.”

“Who did you take the necklace from? What kind of party did you go to that you stole a pendant that makes you obey... everything, no matter how degrading?”

She flinches at my blunt assessment, a fresh wave of shame washing over her. She knows I'm right, that her behavior has been deplorable, but hearing it said aloud stings nonetheless. With a shaky sigh, she climbs off my lap, reaching for her discarded clothes with trembling hands.

“It was a party at the penthouse of that new client, Mr. Blackwood. I... I don't really remember much about the evening, to be honest. Just snippets—the glittering lights, the champagne, the way everyone seemed to be vying for his attention and favor.”

She pauses, biting her lip as she struggles into her skirt. The opal pendant feels heavy in her palm, its beauty now tainted by the knowledge of its power.

She smiles at me shyly, and before I can object, she slides the pendant over my head, where it dangles from my neck, heavy upon my shoulders.

“Your turn...” she giggles.

“Go home, get some rest, and be at my place, 7 pm sharp.”

She writes her address on a business card and slips it into the front pocket of my shirt.

“Oh Ero, the things I'm going to do to you...”

My eyes go wide with surprise, my mouth open in shock. The shoe is on the other foot, and I am at Julissa Corral's mercy. After all I've put her through this afternoon, I am sure to find no quarter when I return to her place under the spell of the pendant, and under her power...

“Julissa...” I start.

She silences me with a finger pressed to my lips, her hazel eyes gleaming with mischief and barely restrained hunger. There's a new confidence in her bearing, a predatory grace as she looms over me, the tables turned in a dizzying reversal of fortune.

“Shh, no more talk.” She purrs, her voice low and sultry.

“You're mine now, Ero. All mine to play with, to tease, to torment until you're begging for mercy. And trust me, sweetheart...”

She leans in close, her breath hot against my ear.

“I intend to make you suffer in the sweetest ways possible. Consider this your punishment for taking advantage of me earlier.”

With a wicked grin, she steps back, admiring the sight of the opal pendant nestled against my chest.

“Until tonight then.”