She gets to get off

“Lean back on the coffee table.”

Eliza sat down on the piece of furniture and laid down. She felt her legs spread slightly as she did, keeping herself on display for Sir. He stood and looked down at her before removing her panties. He placed them in his pocket like they were a pocket square and smiled at the girl.

“You may cum.”

“How?”

“Surely you’ve touched yourself before.”

“But… out in the open like this.”

“What have we learned about questioning my directives, Eliza?”

“I’m sorry Sir.”

“Now, show me how you pleasure yourself.”

Eliza laid back on the table and let one of her hands drift to her pussy. She couldn’t deny how turned on she was. Her slit was positively dripping with her juices, begging for release. She parted her lips, revealing her clit to Sir. He crossed his legs, regarding his mentee as she began to rub soft, slow circles around her clit.

She closed her eyes, focusing on her pleasure and not the performance. She was ashamed to be masturbating for someone else to watch, but at the same time she was getting more and more turned on. As she softly circled her little button, she let out a sigh. She added a second finger and began rubbing with slow, long strokes up and down. She realized in the heat of the moment that she wanted something inside her. She’d never felt that way before. But something told her to wait.

She hummed with pleasure as she touched herself for Sir. She was fully on display to him, rubbing her glistening pussy and pleasuring herself for a man she’d only met yesterday. She felt the pressure building up between her legs. With a yelp and a buck of the hips, Eliza came, her creamy juices flowing freely from her dripping pussy. Her orgasm washed through her body, setting every nerve ending on fire. She hadn’t realized how much she needed this release, but she hoped she’d never be denied like that again. She felt lucky that she’d still been allowed to cum, even after questioning Sir. And she never wanted to question him again if this kind of climax were her reward for following instructions.

As the last throes of climax washed through her, Eliza blinked open her eyes to realize that another man was standing next to Sir. He was pouring her mentor a cup of coffee before silently exiting the room. She couldn’t help but notice him glance in her direction as he left.

“Was he–”

“My staff is the picture of discretion, Eliza. Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes, very much.”

“Good, I’m glad. Know that if you question me again you will not be rewarded.”

“Of course not, Sir. And thank you for letting that one slide.”

“You’re welcome.” A smile crossed his face and she knew she’d done something right. “Now…”