Her decision

David leaned back in his chair and studied her for a long moment. The silence stretched.

"I'm sorry there is no other option" He shrugged his shoulders.

Isabella’s arms stayed crossed tightly over her chest. Her voice, when it finally came, was low and reluctant.

“Okay… what do you want?”

David’s expression didn’t change much, but something in his eyes sharpened.

“I want you to first drop your arms.”

Isabella hesitated. Her fingers dug into her own sleeves for a second longer before she slowly lowered them. The black blouse was still wrinkled from where his hand had been. She stood in front of the desk, exposed again, waiting.

David stood and walked around to her side. He stopped close enough that she could smell his cologne.

“Unbutton it.”

Her hands trembled slightly as she reached up and began undoing the buttons of her blouse, one by one. The fabric fell open. Underneath she wore a simple black bra that did little to hide the full shape of her breasts. David’s eyes moved over her without shame.

He reached out and tugged the blouse the rest of the way off her shoulders, letting it drop to the chair behind her. Then he hooked one finger under the left bra strap and pulled it down. The other followed. With a quiet snap he unhooked the clasp at the back. The bra fell away.

Isabella’s breasts were bare in the quiet office. Large, heavy, the nipples already tight from the earlier touch and the cold air.

“Oh yes, Ms. Keller.”

David’s hands closed over both of her breasts at once, gripping them hard. He squeezed with real force, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, lifting and kneading them roughly. Isabella’s breath caught. She squirmed in place, shoulders twitching as he mauled her tits without any gentleness.

He pushed them together, then pulled them apart, thumbs scraping over her nipples before pinching them tightly between finger and thumb. Isabella bit down on her lower lip and squirmed again, her body shifting under the heavy groping like she wanted to step back but forced herself to stay still.

David kept working them, slow and possessive, watching the way her breasts moved in his hands. Every firm squeeze made her shift her weight from one foot to the other. A quiet, unwilling sound slipped out of her throat when he twisted both nipples at the same time.

“These are even better than I imagined,” he muttered, still groping her with both hands. “Heavy. Soft. Perfect.”

He pushed her breasts up and together again, burying his fingers in the soft flesh, then released them just long enough to slap the side of one lightly before grabbing both once more. Isabella squirmed harder, her hands hovering near his wrists without quite pushing him away.

David leaned in closer, still mauling her tits, and licked her nipples.

His tongue dragged wetly over the left one first, slow and deliberate, before he closed his mouth around it and sucked. Spit smeared across the tight peak as he licked again, louder this time, leaving it shiny and glistening. He switched to the right nipple without pause, dragging his tongue in long, messy strokes, coating it until saliva ran down the underside of her breast.

Isabella stood rigid, face turned slightly away, clearly uncomfortable. Her shoulders were tense. Every wet sound of his mouth made her squirm a little more, but she didn’t pull back.

David kept going, licking and slobbering over both nipples in turn, leaving them slick and red. Spit connected in thin strings when he pulled his mouth away. He squeezed her breasts harder while he did it, pushing them up toward his face so he could bury his mouth between them for a moment before returning to the nipples again.

When he finally released her, her chest was wet and marked from his hands and mouth. Isabella’s breathing was shallow. She kept her eyes down.

David leaned back against the edge of the desk and looked at her. Then he reached down and openly adjusted himself through his slacks, making no effort to hide the thick, obvious outline of his rock-hard cock straining against the fabric.

He held her gaze while he did it.

“Look what you did to me, you are such a slut” he said quietly.

He let the shape of his cock stay clearly visible as he spoke.