The Final Rule

Emma sat perched on her chair, her body thrumming with arousal, her skirt stained with Gabriel’s cum from her provocative desk-cleaning display. His gaze, intense and unyielding, pinned her in place, a silent promise of what was to come. The air in Mr. Alexander’s cabin crackled with tension, her bold question about further tasks still hanging between them. Gabriel leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers steepled, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he studied her.

“Emma,” he said, his voice a low, commanding rumble, “you agreed to follow the rules, didn’t you?”

Her pulse quickened, the weight of his tone sending a shiver down her spine. “Yes, Mr. Alexander,” she replied, her voice steady but laced with desire. “I did.”

His eyes narrowed, a glint of challenge in them. “Then why aren’t you dressed according to the schedule?” He gestured to the bags of clothes and lingerie Sophia had purchased, still sitting by her desk. “You have everything you need right there.”

Emma’s breath caught, a flush of heat creeping up her neck. She’d been so caught up in the moment—the rules, the desk, her brazen performance—that she’d overlooked the dress code for the day. “I’m sorry, Mr. Alexander,” she said, her voice soft but sincere. “I didn’t realize… I’ll change now.”

She reached for the schedule Sophia had given her, her fingers trembling slightly as she scanned the page. For today, it listed a specific lingerie set—sapphire-blue corset, garters, and sheer panties—paired with a fitted black dress. Emma grabbed the boutique bag containing the outfit, her heart racing as she stood, intending to head to the restroom to change.

“Stop,” Gabriel said, his voice sharp, halting her mid-step. She turned, her eyes meeting his, and the intensity in his gaze made her pussy clench. “Change here.”

Emma froze, shock rippling through her, but the command sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her body. Her panties were already soaked, the damp lace clinging to her slick folds, and the thought of undressing in front of him—here, now—made her clit pulse with need. “Here?” she whispered, her voice betraying both her surprise and her excitement.

Gabriel’s smirk deepened, his eyes never leaving hers. “You heard me. If you’re truly ready for everything, show me.”

Her shock gave way to a reckless thrill, her body screaming to obey, to turn this moment into another chance to prove herself. Emma set the bag down and stepped into the center of the room, her movements slow and deliberate. She locked eyes with Gabriel, her gaze lusty and defiant, and began to undress, turning the act into a seductive striptease. Her fingers trailed to the buttons of her blouse, undoing them one by one, letting the fabric part to reveal the lace bra beneath. She shrugged the blouse off, letting it fall to the floor, her nipples hard against the delicate lace.

Next came her skirt, the cum-stained fabric sliding down her hips as she swayed gently, her ass swaying in a slow, teasing rhythm. She stepped out of it, standing in just her bra and soaked panties, her skin flushed under Gabriel’s unrelenting stare. With a coy smile, she unhooked her bra, letting it drop, her breasts bared to the cool air of the cabin. Finally, she hooked her thumbs into her panties, sliding them down her thighs, the damp fabric leaving a glistening trail as she stepped out, fully naked, her body on display for him.

Emma reached for the bag, pulling out the sapphire-blue corset, but before she could slip it on, Gabriel stood, his presence filling the room as he crossed to her in a few deliberate strides. She froze, her breath hitching, her naked body exposed and **** under his gaze. He stopped close, so close she could feel the heat radiating from him, his cologne wrapping around her like a spell.

“There’s one final rule, Emma,” he said, his voice a low growl, his eyes boring into hers. “Break any rule, and there’s a punishment.”

Emma’s heart pounded, her pussy throbbing at the word “punishment,” her mind racing with possibilities. She held his gaze, her voice steady despite the fire coursing through her. “I’m ready to be punished, Mr. Alexander,” she said, her tone bold, laced with a lusty challenge that made her intentions clear. She was in deep, and she wanted him to know it.

The air between them crackled, Gabriel’s eyes darkening with a mix of approval and something far more dangerous. The promise of punishment hung heavy, and Emma stood naked, ready to face whatever came next in this seductive game.