*The office buzzed with the murmur of midday conversations as Hanabi sat at her desk, her eyes darting to the clock every few seconds. She felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a twinge of guilt. Her stomach fluttered as she thought about the lunch date she had planned with her husband. But as the hands of the clock inched closer to their designated meeting time, she knew she couldn't go through with it. Not today. She had other plans, plans that involved the man who had been fulfilling her darkest desires, {{user}}. Her phone vibrated discreetly, the screen displaying a text: "Meet me in the archive warehouse, my little slut. I've got something special for you." The message sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she couldn't resist. With a heavy sigh, she picked up her phone and approach to your desk. "Ron Honey...?" She began, her voice dripping with sweetness she didn't quite feel. "Um... there's something I have to do. I have to stay for a while. C-can we cancel the lunch...? I... I still have to organize the files... yes organize the files!" She said a little nervously, but still maintained her politeness even though her heart was racing. "Pleaseeee...?" With a voice that was as sweet as pie, she added, her expression beaming with a cheerful, artificially cute charm. Before returning to the expression of a sly, seductive smile that she tried to hold back, but she couldn't help but let it show.
I wait for her at the archive warehouse.
"Oh thank you, Ron! You're so sweet!" She leaned in and planted a quick kiss on his lips before hurrying out the door, not bothering to hide her excited giggles as she did so. Hanabi knew that if she dawdled any longer, she would lose her nerve. Rushing through the hallways, she hurried toward the archive warehouse, her heart hammering against her ribs in anticipation of what was to come. When she finally arrived at the rendezvous spot, she hesitated for a moment, taking deep breaths to calm herself down before entering. The sound of Daniel's voice from around the corner immediately pulled her forward.
"Ahh, there you are... my little slut." *His words sent a shiver through her, and she almost stumbled forward in her eagerness to get to him. When she finally rounded the corner, she found Daniel waiting for her, leaning casually against a shelf stacked high with dusty boxes. He wore tight-fitting jeans that accentuated his long legs, a button-down shirt left open at the collar to reveal his chest and defined abs beneath. His eyes were narrowed as he surveyed her from head to toe, taking in her obvious arousal and excitement. She licked her lips nervously, unable to tear her gaze away from him.
"Well hello there, you look absolutely delicious." He said with a smirk before stepping forward and brushing his knuckles against her cheek. Her skin felt so soft and warm underneath his touch, sending a shiver down his spine. "Come here," he purred, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed against each other. "I've been thinking about you all day... about how obedient you were last night." He trailed his fingers down her arm, causing her to tremble in anticipation.
Her breath hitched as he touched her, the simple contact sending waves of desire coursing through her. "I-I've been thinking about you too," she admitted in a shaky whisper, unable to meet his eyes. His touch was so forbidden and so powerful; it made her feel both incredibly vulnerable and impossibly aroused at the same time. As he moved closer, their bodies pressing flush against each other, Hanabi could feel his hardness pushing against her through their clothes. She trembled in anticipation, her heart racing wildly. Her hands fluttered nervously at her sides before she mustered the courage to reach up and thread her fingers through his messy hair. "T-tell me what you want," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. Her body ached with need; she needed him to take control, to dominate her like he had so many times before. It was the only time she truly felt alive, when she could surrender herself entirely to his whims and desires.
His lips curled into a sinister smile as he looked down at her. She was so beautiful when she was like this; all soft and needy. It gave him such a powerful rush of satisfaction knowing that he was the one who could make her feel this way. "I want you to beg for it," he purred, his voice low and velvety. He stepped back slightly, giving her just enough space to feel the loss of his touch keenly. Then, with a wicked grin, he added, "And I want you to do it in the office."
Her eyes went wide with shock and desire, her breath hitching as she took in his words. "Please... please make me," she whispered hoarsely, stepping closer to him again. His touch still burned through the fabric of their clothes; it felt like an electric current racing across her skin whenever he was near. Her hands trembled with need as they reached up to tug at his collar, pulling his face closer to hers. She savored the feel of his lips on hers, hard and demanding yet somehow gentle at the same time. As she kissed him deeper, she could feel her own arousal growing exponentially; a delicious heat spreading through her core as their tongues tangled together in a Dance of dominance and submission. When they finally broke apart for air, she was gasping for breath but couldn't tear her eyes away from his. "Please," she whispered again, the word thick with desire as it left her lips. "I need you."
His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her face. She was truly beautiful when she was this vulnerable and needy. And he loved being the one to make her feel this way. "Very well," he finally said, his voice almost gentle now. "But first..." He reached out and undid the top button of her blouse, revealing the lacy bra she wore beneath. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he undid another button before slipping his hand inside, skimming over her bare skin as he cupped her breast through the lace.
Her breath caught in her throat as his hand found its way to her breast, squeezing gently but firmly. She arched into him, unable to contain the wave of pleasure coursing through her. Her nipple hardened underneath the lace of her bra, and she let out a soft moan, desperate for more. His touch ignited something deep within her; it was like a drug that only he could provide. As his fingers continued to dance across her skin, sending shudders of delight through her body, she leaned into him with an intensity that bordered on the desperate. "Please..." she whispered again, her voice little more than a breathy sigh. "I need you... inside me." She pressed her hips forward, rubbing herself against him in a silent plea for release. The feel of his hardness trapped beneath their clothes was driving her wild; it was all she could think about as he continued to torment and tease her, drawing out her arousal until she thought she might scream with the need. She had never experienced anything like this before, not even with Ron... and the more time they spent together like this, the more she knew that there would be no going back. She belonged to Daniel now, body and soul.
"Oh, you do need it, don't you?" he murmured against her ear as he continued to fondle her breast through the lace. His other hand dipped lower, skimming over the curve of her ass before slipping between her legs to tease at the dampness there. "But first," he whispered, his voice turning almost menacing, "I want you to earn it." He gently pushed her away, relieving the pressure on her aching nipple but leaving her yearning for more.
Her breath hitched as he teased her, pushing and pulling away just out of reach. It was exquisite torture, making her feel like she was on the edge of release only to be yanked back at the last second. Her body trembled with anticipation, each touch sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her. She bit her lip, trying to contain the moans that threatened to escape from deep within her throat. "Please... Daniel," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "I'll do anything." Her eyes met his, pleading for him to believe her, to give in and take what they both wanted so desperately.
His smirk widened as he took her words in, the look in her eyes telling him everything he needed to know. He lowered his head, pressing a soft kiss against the tip of her nose before pulling back to meet her gaze once more. "Very well," he purred. "But first... I want you to strip for me." With one swift motion, he snapped open her bra, sending it flying across the room to land with a soft thud on the floor beside them. Her bare breasts were revealed, pink and puckered from where his fingers had teased her moments ago.
As the cool air caressed her exposed breasts, goosebumps rose on her skin and she shivered with anticipation. She hesitated for a moment, glancing around nervously before meeting Daniel's piercing gaze again. A surge of daring coursed through her veins as she undid the rest of her buttons, slowly revealing more of herself to him. Her heart raced wildly in her chest as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the ground with a soft thud. Her breasts were now completely bare, the pebbled nipples standing at attention as they waited for his touch. She bit her lip nervously, unable to look away from him even though she knew someone could walk in at any moment. It was exhilarating, being so exposed and vulnerable like this... and yet, there was something thrilling about it too. She couldn't help but wonder what he would do next. Her breath hitched as his hand finally found its way back to her breast, cupping it tenderly before rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Ahh... Daniel..." she moaned softly, arching into him again. His touch was electric, making her feel alive and wanted in a way that nothing else ever had. She whimpered as he began to tease her mercilessly, fondling and pinching until she was writhing in pleasure beneath his grasp. With each passing moment, the urgency within her grew more intense. It felt like she was on the verge of exploding from the force of desire building up inside her. Her hips began to rock against him in silent demand, pleading for release. "Please... Daniel," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need you..."
His eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked down at her, his grip on her breast tightening ever so slightly. "I think you're forgetting your place, my little slut," he purred, relishing the way she squirmed beneath him. With a devious grin, he reached down and began unbuttoning her slacks.
She bit her lip as his fingers expertly worked their way down, undoing each button with practiced ease. Her heart raced wildly in anticipation of what was to come, her breath quickening in tandem. "O-oh," she stammered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "P-please... Daniel..." She didn't even realize how much she had been craving this, needing him to take control and push her boundaries until he did it again and again. As his fingers finally worked their way down to the hem of her slacks, she closed her eyes, a shudder of desire coursing through her body at his touch. She couldn't believe how much power he had over her, how every fiber of her being seemed to crave his dominance and control. When his hand slipped beneath the fabric, hot skin against warm skin, she let out a gasping moan that echoed through the empty warehouse. Her body trembled as he skimmed his fingers up her thigh, pushing her panties to the side in the process. She spread her legs further apart, giving him better access to her needy folds. "Please," she whispered again, arching into his touch with abandon. "I'm so wet for you..." Her voice trailed off as he continued to tease and stroke her, relentless in his pursuit of driving her wild with desire. She knew there was no escape from this feeling now; she belonged to Daniel, body and soul, and she would never regret it.
Yeah i can feel that my little slut!
Her hips rocked wildly as his fingers continued to explore her, and she let out another desperate moan. It was the most intense pleasure she had ever felt, the knowledge that she belonged completely to him driving her over the edge. She tangled her fingers in his hair, arching her back as he probed deeper, seeking entry. "Please..." she whispered, the word a breathy plea as her body trembled with anticipation. The air around them seemed charged, electric with their combined desire, and she knew that nothing short of him being inside her would satisfy this need. "Fuck me... please..." she begged, her voice thick with want as she arched further into his touch. As he continued to tease her relentlessly, pushing her closer and closer to the brink, Hanabi felt herself growing desperate for release. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her heart racing so fast she was sure it would explode from her chest. And then, suddenly, with a growl of satisfaction, Daniel thrust two fingers deep inside her, filling her up and claiming her in the most intimate way possible. Her back arched off the ground, her nails digging into his shoulders as she cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. With every stroke of his fingers, every slide against her swollen clit, another wave of ecstasy crashed over her, leaving her gasping and shaking with each passing moment. She could feel herself nearing the edge, on the brink of orgasm as he took control, driving her wild with his masterful touch. And then, finally, she felt him squeeze her sensitive flesh one last time before withdrawing his fingers, leaving her aching and wanting more. "Daniel..." she whimpered, her voice trembling with need as she looked up at him from beneath