"Senator, it's late. I was wondering if it was okay if I went home." She didn't want to leave if he was going to stay longer but the day was exhausting and she needed some sleep.
He looked up from his desk, removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?"
"10:30, sir."
He felt the involuntary twitch in his pants that always happened when she called him that. She wasn't his sub but he had thought about it on more than one occasion. He wondered how her ass would look raised in the air with her head touching the floor, waiting for his command.
"Go ahead, you can go home. Have you eaten dinner?"
"No, sir. I have some cookies in my desk, but that's about it."
"What did I tell you about taking care of yourself?"
She melted inside. Exhaustion was dropping her defenses and she couldn't stop the blush rising in her cheeks at his admonishment.
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. Today has been nonstop. I promise I'll grab something on the way home." She sputtered hoping he wouldn't notice her face turning red.
To no avail, he noticed and let a little smile creep into his lips at her obvious discomfort.
"Do you need to be told what to do?" He asked, his voice timbre lowing just a bit. Maybe his defenses were down a little as well.
"Yes, sir. Please." She had felt drawn to him for months now and done everything in her power to keep those feelings at bay. Today, she lost the battle.
It wasn't the answer he expected but it was definitely the answer he wanted.
"Such a good girl, always trying to make me happy." He smiled as his eyes darkened staring at her.
Her cheeks flushed once again and her eyes dropped to the floor but not before she saw his hand move over the rising bulge that was becoming increasingly hard to ignore.
"Yes, sir." She whispered. "You need someone devoted to you."
"Are you devoted to me? To serving me, to pleasing me?" He asked huskily and moved away from his desk without the pretense of covering his, now obvious, erection.
"Sir?" she asked looking up from the floor.
"Will you do what it takes to please me? It's a simple enough question, young lady."
There was a fire in her chest spreading through her entire body making it hard to think and forms words in response.
"I ... well.... I .... well ...."she stuttered over her words.
"Use your words. Be clear." He commanded.
"Yes, sir. I want to please you; to serve you."
"Look at me, girl." He commanded. Yet, he did not look at her so much as look through her. He saw the want and desire lurking in the shadows there. He saw her submission. The submission she had worked so hard to keep concealed. He caught her gaze and kept it.
She stared back feeling exposed by his stare.
"Take off your top." It was a statement, not a question, and she obeyed without a word. She let it fall to the floor without breaking from his gaze.
"Now your skirt." That took a little more effort as she shrugged it off of her hips and let it fall to the floor next to its counterpart.
This time she let her eyes remain on the floor. She couldn't look at him now, she thought to herself.
He stood and walked over to her. She didn't have to look up to feel his eyes burning over every inch of her skin. She was acutely aware of each bump and imperfection and now so was he. She remained still .... waiting.
With one hand he touched her arm, letting it glide up and over her shoulder as he walked behind her. His fingers grazed her neck at the hairline and sent shivers through her body. Slowly he moved back in front of her.
"Good girl. Was that hard for you?"
"Yes, Sir." She whimpered feeling exposed and vulnerable.
He walked back to his desk and sat again. "Look at me."
She looked up afraid to meet his eyes, he had seen into her mind and now had exposed her body. She couldn't hide any more.
"Get down on your knees." He ordered and she obeyed.
"Crawl to me." Awkwardly and ungracefully she did as she was told. "That is what pleases me, obedience. Don't try to hide from me. You are mine, now. Is that understood?"
She remained on hands and knees and replied, "Yes, Sir. I'm yours, Sir." It was like a weight being lifted. She was no longer ashamed. She was no longer trying to hide things from him. She was his, now and nothing else mattered.
"Show me." He commanded.
Immediately, she scrambled between his legs and undid his belt, then freed him from his own restraints, releasing his cock to the fresh air. But that was only for a moment before she took as much of him as she could into her mouth. Her soft moan matched his own.
She stroked him, using only her mouth; up and down his length trying harder and harder to take all of him. His hand snaked into her hair and guided her further. She started to choke and he held her there for a second or two.
When he released her head she gasped for air but was only permitted a moment before being thrust back down upon him.
Eagerly she moved her head in motions coinciding his own rising, thrusting hips.
She took his balls into her hand the lightly tugged, then replaced her hands with her lips. His low growl was enough to keep her going as she lathed him with her lips and tongue.
Once more his hand guided her head back down, this time quickening the pace until finally he held her still and let his cum coat the back of her throat.
Greedily she licked and swallowed as his breathing returned to normal.
"Does that count as dinner, Sir?" She said with a smile.
"Let's go get a drink to go with your cookies. Peppermint schapps and Bailey's irish cream sound like the right mix to me." He laughed and helped her to her feet.
