Mr Thompson wants her in his lap

With a triumphant smirk, Mr. Thompson released her hair and took a step back, walking to his office chair and sitting down. "Sit," he said simply, as he gestured to his lap.

Felicity's legs felt like jelly as she turned and walked towards him. She could feel his eyes on her, devouring every inch of her exposed skin.

Obeying his command, she perched herself on the edge of his lap, her heart racing. She could feel his cock pressing against her ass, hot and insistent.

She leaned back against his chest, his arms wrapping around her to hold her in place. The position was both intimate and degrading, and she found herself strangely aroused by the power dynamics at play.

Mr. Thompson's hands began to wander, exploring her body as if he had every right to it. He cupped her small, perky breasts, his thumbs flicking over her erect nipples. "You're so much more than I ever imagined, Felicity," he said, his voice thick with desire. "So much more than the prim and proper little architect I thought you were."

Felicity's cheeks flushed, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned back into him, her body craving the roughness of his touch. "What did you think of me, sir?" she asked, her voice a breathy purr.

Mr. Thompson chuckled, the sound dark and knowing. "I suspected you had a wild side," he said, his hands sliding down to her hips. "But I had no idea you were such a slut."

Felicity felt his words like a brand, searing into her very soul. But instead of burning with shame, she was alight with a newfound fire, a desire to please this man who had seen her at her most ****. His hands moved to her thighs, his thumbs brushing the lace of her panties. She could feel the heat of his palms through the fabric, and she squirmed in his lap, eager for more.

Mr. Thompson chuckled again, his teeth grazing her neck. "So eager," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. He slid his hand up, his thumb slipping under the elastic of her underwear as his fingers traced her slit through the lace. Felicity gasped as he rubbed her clit, the fabric of her panties providing the slightest bit of friction.

He began to move his thumb in slow, deliberate circles, watching her reactions closely. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open in silent pleasure. Her breaths grew shallower, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She had never felt so exposed, so wanton, and she couldn't help but love it.