Day 10 - Under the Desk/Table

Day 10 - Under the Desk/Table

Deborah sat at her desk, her posture perfect, her signature poise on full display as she adjusted her camera for the Zoom meeting. The screen showed a gallery of faces—important industry figures, producers, and agents, all waiting for Deborah to weigh in on a critical deal. Her expression was calm and collected, as always, but there was a glint of mischief in her eyes.

Underneath the desk, hidden from view, Ava was on her knees, her breath hot against Deborah's thigh as she trailed soft kisses along Deborah's skin. The thrill of the situation—the sheer audacity of doing this during one of Deborah's most important meetings—made Ava's heart race. Deborah had hesitated at first, but Ava's persistent teasing had worn her down, and now here they were, one step away from crossing the line completely.

Deborah's hand drifted down under the desk, brushing lightly against Ava's hair, but her attention remained on the screen. "Yes, I think that direction could work," Deborah said smoothly, her voice as calm and commanding as ever. She listened to the chatter of voices, weighing in on strategies and scripts, while her fingers gently urged Ava closer.

Ava grinned against Deborah's thigh, knowing exactly what Deborah wanted but also enjoying the game. Her lips moved higher, brushing just under the hem of Deborah's skirt, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh as she felt Deborah's body tense slightly in response.

Deborah's breath hitched, but her face remained perfectly composed as she nodded at something being said on the screen. "That's a good point," she replied, her voice steady, though there was a faint tremor in her tone that only Ava could pick up on.

Ava's grin widened. She could feel Deborah's resolve slipping, even as she tried to maintain her professional demeanor. Without another moment's hesitation, Ava slid Deborah's skirt up higher, her fingers brushing lightly against the lace of Deborah's panties, teasing her through the fabric.

Deborah's eyes flicked downward for the briefest moment, her hand tightening in Ava's hair as a warning. But she didn't stop her—if anything, her grip encouraged Ava to continue. Deborah shifted slightly in her seat, her body reacting despite her best efforts to remain in control.

"Could you repeat that?" Deborah said, her voice sounding slightly strained now as she struggled to focus on the meeting.

Ava, sensing her advantage, leaned in, pressing her lips against the damp fabric of Deborah's panties, her tongue flicking out to tease her through the lace. Deborah's legs parted slightly, her breath catching in her throat as Ava's tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, never quite giving her what she wanted but making her crave it all the more.

"Is something wrong, Deborah?" a voice on the screen asked, noticing the slight change in her tone.

Deborah cleared her throat, her grip tightening in Ava's hair as she struggled to maintain her composure. "No, nothing's wrong," she replied, her voice perfectly measured again. "Just... a slight distraction."

Ava grinned wickedly, her tongue pressing harder against Deborah's center, the lace of her panties growing more damp with each teasing movement. Deborah shifted in her seat, her body betraying her as she pushed herself closer to Ava's mouth, desperate for more.

Ava took her time, her tongue moving with deliberate slowness as she worked Deborah over through her underwear, enjoying the way Deborah's body tensed and relaxed with each flick of her tongue. The thrill of knowing they were moments away from being caught only heightened the intensity, and Ava couldn't resist pushing things further.

With a quick, practiced movement, Ava slid Deborah's panties to the side, her tongue finally making contact with her slick folds. Deborah's entire body stiffened, her hand tightening in Ava's hair as she let out the faintest gasp.

Ava's tongue moved slowly, deliberately, savoring the way Deborah's body tensed with each stroke. She flicked her tongue lightly over Deborah's clit, just enough to tease, while her lips brushed against the sensitive folds beneath. Deborah's breath hitched, her entire body trembling, but her face remained calm—composed—as she addressed the screen in front of her.

"I think we should proceed with caution," Deborah repeated, her voice steady, but her fingers dug into Ava's hair, betraying just how much she was struggling to hold it together. Ava grinned against Deborah's skin, taking her time, drawing out every little movement and moan that Deborah was trying so hard to suppress.

Ava's tongue moved with more precision now, her strokes slow and rhythmic, pressing firmly against Deborah's clit before pulling back to swirl around her entrance. Each time, Deborah's hips jerked slightly, the tiny movements hidden from the Zoom meeting participants. Deborah's thighs trembled, her legs opening just a little wider to give Ava better access.

"Deborah, are you still with us?" a voice from the call asked, jarring Deborah back to the moment.

"Yes," Deborah replied quickly, though her voice was breathier than before. "I'm here." Her eyes momentarily fluttered closed as Ava's tongue circled her clit again, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her knees weak. She cleared her throat, forcing herself to focus on the conversation at hand while her body betrayed her composure.

Ava, sensing just how close Deborah was to unraveling, increased her pace, her tongue flicking faster, more insistently, while her lips closed around Deborah's clit, sucking gently. Deborah's breath hitched, her body arching subtly in her seat, her fingers tightening in Ava's hair as she fought to stay silent.

"I agree with the proposed adjustments," Deborah managed, her voice tight as Ava's relentless rhythm continued. Her face remained perfectly neutral, her camera showing no sign of the chaos happening beneath the desk. "Send me the updated figures and I'll—" Her voice broke just slightly as Ava's tongue pressed harder, sending a wave of heat through her body. "I'll review them later today."

Ava was relentless, her mouth working faster now, her tongue flicking and sucking with expert precision as she brought Deborah closer to the edge. Deborah's legs shook, her body trembling uncontrollably as she tried to hold herself together, but Ava's tongue was driving her mad.

Deborah's eyes fluttered closed again, her lips parting slightly as her breath came in shallow gasps. She was on the edge, so close to losing control completely, but she refused to let it show. "I'll... follow up later," Deborah muttered, her voice barely steady as she clicked the mute button on her microphone, giving herself a brief moment to breathe.

Ava took full advantage of the silence, her tongue pressing harder, moving faster as she sucked Deborah's clit into her mouth, her fingers digging into Deborah's thighs to keep her steady. Deborah's body jerked violently, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts as the pleasure built inside her, threatening to overwhelm her.

Deborah bit her lip, trying to muffle the moan that was building in her throat, but it was no use. The intensity of Ava's tongue was too much—too perfect—and she couldn't hold back any longer. With a soft, muffled cry, Deborah's body tensed, her orgasm ripping through her with such force that her knees buckled beneath the desk.

Ava didn't stop, her mouth working Deborah through the orgasm, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until Deborah was trembling, gasping for breath. Her body shook violently, her thighs clenching around Ava's head as she tried to recover, but Ava was relentless, refusing to let her come down completely.

When the final tremors of the orgasm faded, Deborah slumped back in her chair, her hand still tangled in Ava's hair as she tried to catch her breath. Her chest heaved, her face flushed, but the screen in front of her showed only calm composure—no one on the call had any idea what had just happened.

Ava pulled back slightly, pressing soft kisses along Deborah's inner thigh as she looked up at her with a satisfied grin. Deborah, still catching her breath, glanced down at her, her eyes dark with a mixture of satisfaction and warning.

"You're going to pay for that," Deborah whispered, her voice still breathless, but the threat was clear.

Ava chuckled softly, licking her lips as she pressed one final kiss to Deborah's thigh. "I'll take my chances," she whispered, her voice full of mischief.

Deborah smirked, her hand brushing lightly over Ava's hair as she composed herself, turning her attention back to the screen. "I think that's all for today," she said, her voice perfectly composed once again. "We'll reconvene next week."

With that, she ended the call, her body finally relaxing in her chair as she let out a long, shaky breath. Ava stood up, wiping her mouth as she looked at Deborah with a smug grin.

"I'm going to have to punish you for that," Deborah muttered, though her tone was full of affection.

"I'll get the riding crop."