Lie Defensively

“I-I wasn’t doing anything! And I still wouldn’t date you even if you were the last man on earth! Also, I’m loyal to my husband. You may have gotten the other sluts but not me!” I say angrily. Harrison frowned and stepped into my office. It had no windows and was only about 10 feet wide and 15 feet in length. He then locked the door behind him. I gulped nervously but still didn’t move from my office chair. He moved forward and sat on my lap, in a position where his chest was facing mine. He didn’t put all his weight on me, luckily. His smirk returned as he saw how nervous and uncomfortable I was. I wiggle under him and tried to get out of my chair, but he wouldn’t budge. “I’m not a ****. I won’t have sex with you without consent. I promise... but that doesn’t mean I won’t tease you until you want me.” He leaned forward, his hazel eyes boreing into me. His lips touched my cheek and I tensed. Then they traveled down to my neck, where they stopped. One of his hands grasped my breast roughly and I let out a squeak of pleasure and surprise. I lifted my hand and swiped at him, but he easily swatted it away with his other. Coach Harrison’s other hand moved towards my other boob. He groped them both gently and roughly at the same time, causing immense pleasure. I moaned, just causing him to continue even faster and rougher. I remembered my husband and swung a half-hearted swing at him. It bounced off of his shoulder harmlessly and his lips moved even lower, straight to the middle of my chest. He removes his hands and pulls my shirt up above my head.