Let her go

Although both her pussy and ass tempt you, you want to drive her insane with lust before you fuck her. You tug her dress down and tell her to stand up and get back to work.

She stands, looking at you with confusion, biting her lip.

"You're not going to take me Sir?" she asks, with a disappointed whimper.

"I'll take when I want. Not when you want it wench," you say coldly, and nod towards your door. Hesitantly but obediently, she complies, her eyes locked on yours, obviously expecting to be called back at any moment. She looks faintly disappointed as you let her leave.

You go back to work, feeling very productive, enjoying the progress of Meghan's discipline. You toy with various ideas as you work, honing your thoughts. You're so absorbed you don't realize how much time has passed until Meghan knocks at your door frame.

"May I take my lunch Sir?" she asks you meekly. You look up and nod at her.

"Take an hour. You've done well this morning."

"Thank you Sir." She gives you a shy grin and a lingering look, before turning and leaving.