of course he does

"Please touch my clit," I begrudgingly get the words out, despite how embarrassed they make me feel. The feeling of shame and vulnerability only feeds the flame of my desire.

Slowly, frustratingly, he pulls the wet scrap of fabric down my legs. He gently traces his fingers up my inner thighs, stroking the silky wet folds of my pussy, still using only light, agonizing pressure.

"Do you like being bent over my desk, young lady?" he asks, and I hear the smirk in his voice. His fingers trail very close to my clit, and my breath hitches.

"Yes," I gasp, and his fingers finally make contact with my clit. An appreciative moan escapes my mouth. He circles it over and over with his strong fingers, applying just enough pressure to send waves of warm pleasure over my entire body. A few minutes later, as I am teetering on the edge of my pleasure, he withdraws his hand. I can't help but whine. hes pushing all the right buttons and driving me absolutely crazy...

"Tell me you want me to fuck you. Beg."

How humiliating.

"Please fuck me, please, please," I moan, moving my hips against the desk, begging for release. I tremble over his desk, feeling my sensitive nipples scrape against the wood through my soft blouse.

"I thought this was wrong? Maybe we shouldn't," he taunts cruelly while I feel as if all of my nerve endings are on fire.