"Your body needs rest." He continued, wriggling his body, trying to stop her from ruining her health even more and to protect himself from being called a pervert.
"Shut up!" She turned him around, pushed him onto his knees, and began removing her pencil skirt when someone knocked on the door.
Their eyes quickly fell upon the door, different in reaction. His eyes widened. "Untie me."
She was composed.
She smirked, removed her skirt, and sat on his chair. "You love controlling people, right?" She whispered, her eyes darkly looking at him.
He quivered, shivers running down his spine. 'She's going to do something.' The knocking continued.
"I'm not 'people,' and you can't control me." It was a warning; he understood very well.
The next thing he remembered was being ordered to stuff himself under his own table, which was unsuitable to contain his large frame.
He wanted to deny her, but the snake in his pants wanted something else. It was like always; he tried controlling her, trying to maintain his dominance, but he failed. It was her who controlled him, and he loved it. He could not help himself, trying to show his teeth only to provoke her.
"Come in." She allowed his secretary in, pressing her foot to his pulsating crotch under his pants. He sealed his lips, wriggling inside the table and darting his eyes at her composed demeanour.
"What is it?" She questioned, rubbing the foot of her heel harder onto his dick. He flinched, making a wooden noise, his dick getting harder. The friction of her heel against his cock, thrilled his insides, making him so desperate. The speed was not enough.
"I needed bosses' signatures on this file for project approval." The secretary went on, having noticed the weird sound, her eyes searching for her boss in the office while his wife continued harshly rubbing his rod with her foot.
END OF THE PREVIEW
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