She complies

Maybe she did need this lesson, I think to myself as I watch her restore my clothing slider and I enjoy the feeling of my workout clothes returning to my body.

I guide her into the room by my grasp on her hair behind her head, following the construction worker. He gives me a double-take and opens his mouth, presumably to ask how I got changed and into what, but I take the opportunity to speak first, to Hannah.

"Be a good girl and thank the man."

She looks at me with pleading eyes.

"On your knees."

I hold her hair loosely as she drops to her knees and guide her face to his crotch.

He walks to the window and closes it before, uncomfortably, returning to in front of her face. He looks at me and I nod. He undoes his pants and lowers them, followed by his underwear.

I can't help but blush slightly at his erection, which needed no encouragement whatsoever.

For the first time, I felt some resistance in Hannah as she tried to move her face away from his crotch, but it didn't take much **** from me to push her face toward it. Her mouth opened without instruction and, with a tiny effort from me, was quickly around it.

As I guide her head backwards and forwards with my hand in her hair, I watch the situation and take a moment for some introspection. I feel my body responding with its own arousal as she's commanded to work on him. It's the power, not the person, that turns me on. I love being in command, leveraging the app's power to make her submit, and most of all, the fact it's someone who has caused so much trouble for me over the years. My subconscious lets my hips move slightly in time with her movement.

If I were less shy I'd indulge myself here, with a hand in my own pants but I am satisfied just watching. I start to lose myself in the feeling but the sound of her **** slightly pulls me back to reality - in my frustration I'd started getting more vigorous with the pumping and was pushing her a bit hard.

I take one of his hands and put it behind Hannah's head, and signal to him to close his grip on her hair. "Tell her how you like it." I sit on a desk behind him, where I'm out of the way, but still able to see Hannah's face. I put my right hand backwards between my legs and sit on my knuckle, grinding gently onto it as I watch.

I enjoy watching him get her to lick, suck and all manner of things until, after only a few minutes, he finishes into her mouth. He tells her to swallow it all, and she does a good job of cleaning it for him. She's submissive and willing to do everything she's told, but you can see in her eyes that she is livid and hates every moment of it. As I observe this, I find myself getting closer to climaxing - I'm shy at first, but getting off by grinding while fully clothed would still make me the most modest person in the room and as I watch her reluctantly swallow the last drop, I find myself cumming. It feels so good, even with the minimum stimulation I'd given myself and I close my eyes and moan as I enjoy the moment.

It was the sound of him turning to watch me that cut my joy short, though. Knowing her, and familiar with the lack of self awareness from a post-orgasmic man, it was obvious what was about to happen. I opened my eyes, still in a haze myself, and saw, in slow motion, his hand letting go of her hair. I could see her eyes widening as the submissiveness trickled away from her and the void was filled by the brattiness that was suppressed. She looks at him, then at me, belches, touches her lip, dazed, and then starts to move quickly.

I had one second to dive at her before things were about to go very awry.

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