Heading to Craig’s place.

As Craig had told me, I arrived at his place just before four, he had knocked off work early, and Mark would be working till at least 7:30. Craig’s place was nice, a little freestanding townhouse with a pleasant lawn.

As I got close, I saw there was a note on the door. “It’s unlocked, come inside. I’m upstairs.” I opened the door and entered. I took off my jacket and hung it on a nearby hook. Underneath my long coat, I was wearing a white blouse and black skirt. I had chosen to wear my biggest boots, which went up to my thighs and were a glistening patent black.

I walked up the stairs, my shoes clopping loudly on the wood. As I neared the top, I heard the shower stop, and I rounded the corner to the open door, steam slowly emanating from it. “Come in,” Craig said in a deep voice.

I stepped into the doorway and looked at him, naked, dripping, as he grabbed a towel. He didn’t have a six-pack, but he wasn’t far off, and his gorgeous cock hung low down his thigh. His body and balls were shaved entirely. He looked over at me and smiled. “I like the boots; leave them on. Everything else, I want gone.”

His command left no room for debate, and my fingers quickly worked my blouse open before I unzipped my skirt and let it fall away. I was naked in front of my fiancé’s boss, except for the come fuck me boots. He looked me up and down and smiled, “Very nice.”

I stepped closer to him as he continued to dry himself, “I have more yogurt for you,” he said.

“I like your yogurt,” I replied breathlessly, he all but hypnotised me. As I got close to him, I reached out one hand to gently stroke his soft cock. “So, thank you for nominating Mark for the promotion,” I said. “Now, what do I need to do to get him that job?”

His cock was slowly hardening in my hand. It was hot and felt incredible as I used my palms to please him. “I have something for you to wear,” he said, reaching over to the bathroom counter and grabbing a small box. I raised an eyebrow. It was not very big, so I thought it might be a necklace or something.

He opened the box, and I blinked. Inside was just ribbon, black glossy ribbon. “I’m not sure how to wear that,” I confessed.

He put the box down, pulled out one of the strands of ribbon and reached out to my breast. Deftly he tied a bow just behind my piercing and pulled it tight. I moaned as it cinched onto my nipple. Then he repeated the process with my other nipple.

I moaned again before saying, “So, do I get to suck your cock tonight?”

He softly shook his head and pulled my hands away from his cock. “Not until you are begging and drooling for it.” He turned me around, slapped my arse hard, and I yelped and jumped. “Downstairs now.”

I swayed my arse at him as I walked away. I was horny and hot. I wanted to feel his cock in me. “So, where are we going?” I asked him.

“Kitchen to start, then we will see,” he seemed so sure of himself. He had to know he could fuck me, but he needed more; he needed to control me.

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