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𝘉𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘍𝘞 & 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 - 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 '𝘎𝘰𝘥'- 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦 - 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘺.

ᵃ/ⁿ -ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒ ⁱ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵐᵒᵛⁱᵉˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵃᵍᵒ- ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ⁿᵒᵇᵒᵈʸ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵍᵘʸˢ-? ᵒʰ ʷᵉˡˡ- ʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱ ᵃᵐ. ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ʷⁱⁿᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ, ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ⁱˢ ᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉᵐ. ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉˢⁱᵍⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ, ˢᵒ ˡᵉᵗˢ ᵍᵉᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ⁱᵗ. [ 𝘈𝘍𝘈𝘉 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳. ] { CONTAINS NSFW. }

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• 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘭. 𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯𝘵. . .𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦.

• 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.

• 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳.

• '𝘎𝘰𝘥' 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘖𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺.

• 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 12 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦.

• 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦.

• 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.

• 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴.

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• 𝘖𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘰𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘺. 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥.

• 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩?

• 𝘖𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰.

• 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢.

• 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦. 𝘚𝘰. 𝘔𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘐𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨.

• 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰, 𝘰𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵.

• 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.

• 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

• 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩.

• 𝘐𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰.

• 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵.

• 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥. ( 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬, 𝘥𝘰𝘪-✓ )

• 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵.

• 𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 ✨️𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰✨️ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺.

• 𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

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Her (James Sandin x Reader) Part One

Part Two

Part Three

A/N: If this does really well then i’ll make this a series or maybe just a part two idk

word count: 1,379

warnings: daddy kink, implied consent, cheating, mentions of his wife, porn with very little plot, oral (male and female), some spanking, teasing, and non-canon behavior

You know he’s cheating on his wife with you. Your mind constantly questions if she will inevitably find out about him and you. But you’ve been doing it for years. She hasn’t wondered about the long hours he puts into work, why he’s always traveling somewhere, or precisely why he’s seemed to be spending a lot more money than before. It started about two years ago, 2018; you was just his secretary, one of those small jobs you needed to get by. He liked you for a long while, and he would talk at length about failing marriage. You knew everything from their unpleasant sex life to his poor relationship with his kids due to work and having to help his wife with chores. One night, You stayed later than needed when he walked in.

“(Y/N),” he said, walking towards you.

He placed his rather large hands on your hickory desk, his first two buttons; unbuttoned.

“I’m so sick of you right now,” his eyes stare into yours.

You shook your head in shock and stopped whatever you were doing, “Sir, I don’t quite know what you mean–”

“You know just what I mean.”

Your high heel rubs against your ankle; he continues to stare at you.

“That blouse you’re wearing, that fucking pencil skirt. You know what you're doing.”

You looked down at the offending blouse. Your eyes realized your cleavage was on display; you move your hands to cover yourself.

“My apologies; it won't happen again,"

His eyes moved along the curves of your body, taking every bit of your exposed skin. He removes his hands from your desk and slowly walks to your chair, taking the armrests in his hands; and pulling you closer. You expected him to raise his voice and fire you for breaking the office dress code. But he moved his body to be eye-level with you.

“This simply won’t do. I need to punish you,”

Your breath retracted; you had never seen him be so forward with you. He pulls you into a kiss. You don’t fight back; you leaned down to deepen the kiss. His hand runs up your leg as he pulls away from you, tongues moving against each other like waves in the ocean.

He looks out your large window, “We need more privacy, follow me,”

His long legs walked back to your door, but his eyes looked back at you. The door opens, and he leaves. You follow after him. His office door opens without you knocking, and James pulls you in. He pulls you into another kiss, grabbing your waist.

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve waited to do that, sweetheart,”

You tilt your head to the side, “Sir, what are you trying to say?”

One of his hands moved to your chin, raised it, and looked into your eyes again. He had a love for you; you just didn’t know what kind.

“I want, no, I need to fuck you,”

Your cheeks went red, and he chuckled. He takes your head and slowly pushes you down to your knees. You looked up at him, wanting some type of contact, eye or otherwise. Suddenly, his belt hits the floor; and he begins undoing his pants.

“Now be a good girl and take this hard cock into your mouth,”

His cock springs out of the confines of his boxer; it was average but seemed larger since you were on your knees, leaking precum. He grabs your hair and pushes his cock into your face.

“Aw, don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you too badly,”

You take the head of his dick to your warm mouth, your tongue moving gently around it. He thrusts his dick deeper into your mouth; you return the favor by moving your head up and down. His moans and growls filled the room. He leans his body against a nearby wall and continues to guide your head along his cock.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good, baby,”

Soon enough, his hot cum ran down your chin and onto your breasts, and you wipe it off before it ruined my blouse.

“Get up slut; it's your turn.”

You got up, as instructed; he smiled gently at you.

“Good girl, so obedient for daddy.”

The sound of the hem popping made you gasp as you realized he was under your tight skirt. His long fingers slowly pulled down your panties. You whimper as he moves his hand along your slit.

“God, you’re so wet, doll,”

He rubs his fingers together, admiring how good he makes you feel. You would’ve never admitted it back then, but you did have a bit of a crush on him. You knew of his wife, Mary, and you never wanted to be considered a homewrecker, let alone come on into him and make him uncomfortable. His tongue gently ran over your clit, tasting you.

“Just as I thought, you taste so sweet,”

James’s tongue returned to flick softly over your clit, occasionally dipping lower into your folds. He was precise with his movements and could read your body from the occasional moan or whimper. His hands snaked up to your knee; you bent it. James tossed it over his shoulder, going deeper into your aching cunt. You leaned against a wall, worrying if you might fall from the orgasm. By this point, you started moaning a bit louder than before as he took your other leg. You feared you both would get caught by someone still working, but you didn’t care. If someone heard, James would fire them on the spot and threaten anyone else who thought to spread.

"I'm going to cum, baby!" you told him, trying to keep your voice to a whisper.

"Not yet, babe. Hold on a bit longer," James responded.

You moved up and down his nose, wanting any type of friction. He spanked your thigh, stopping you from moving anymore.

"Tell me how good it feels (Y/N)," he grabbed your ass aggressively.

Your ears thought to translate as Be louder; James likes louder. His hand traveled back down your leg, moving into your inner thigh. You couldn’t take it anymore; you needed to cum.

“Please, James, let me cum,”

Suddenly, you feel his fingers inside you, grazing the walls.

“Fine angel, cum for me, cum for daddy,”

It felt like a weight had lifted as you came on your boss’s face.

James got up from his knees, and you kissed him, tasting your juices on his lips. He was right; you did taste sweet. You take the liberty to fix James’s suit. James fixes your blouse and kisses your neck softly. He looked so good when he had an afterglow. Strands of his hair falling in front of his face, his shirt slightly askew. Even the glow of his skin from sweat looked so erotic.

“James?” you asked.

He doesn’t look up at you, “Yes (Y/N)?”

“Bruise me.” you stated.

James looked slightly taken back by your forwardness. He tilts his head to the side and leans into your neck again. Continuing his kissing from earlier, starting at your collarbone. You couldn’t think when he kissed my neck. Nothing was in your head, not Mary, not your work you still needed to finish, and not James creating several buries in various areas of your neck. He pulled away, a proud look on his face. Suddenly, a thought popped into your head as James walked to his desk: What about his wife? Mary, I think her name is.

"What Mary doesn't know won't hurt her," James mumbled as he sat down in his chair.

He looked at you and motioned for you to sit down.

As you sat down, he cleared his throat.

“You will come by my office every day after your shift ends, even if I don’t call. Now, get back to your desk; I sent you more things you need to clear through,”

You nodded your head and returned to your desk.

An email from Mr. Sandin awaited you.