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SILKY SOFT

I receive a text from the Boss.

I have a gift for you. It’s on the coffee table in the living room. I’ll be back soon, angel.
B x

I glance over at the box. I’ve just got back from a particularly stressful day at work. Today’s schedule has been crammed and the phone hasn’t stopped its shrill ringing. I was meant to stay late to go over tomorrow’s inventory, but the Boss sent me home at chucking out time, urging me to nurse my blistering headache at his place with a glass of wine before he finishes up himself.

No one in the office knows we are together. The Boss and I keep our relationship strictly professional when our colleagues are around. That’s not to say we haven’t had our secret liaisons after work under the guise of pulling a late to double-check figures when really, he’s bending me over his desk having me beg for his cock. Being his PA, no one suspects, and if they do, no one says.

Running my fingers over the off-white, matte box, I stroke the violet satin ribbon tied in a perfect bow. It will be a shame to ruin such a display, but the eagerness to find out what’s inside gets the better of my aesthetic appreciation. I slowly tug the bow undone, watching it unravel and rest on the coffee table. The matte lid slides off seamlessly, revealing an array of neatly folded tissue paper. The intricate emblem of a thistle decorated with roses sends an excited leap through my stomach.

I take special care unfolding the barely-there paper and my eyes widen as I gaze upon my gift. I gasp. Nestled inside is a set of obscenely expensive lingerie. A bra, panties and garter belt made with the finest satin and lace in a vibrant rhubarb and custard mix with a pair of fine, flesh-coloured stockings to match.

A bright smile spreads across my cheeks. The Boss caught me admiring this piece in the boutique window a few weeks ago, wishing I could go in and buy it. We didn’t have to look at the price tag to know it probably costs more than my rent and I’ve been saving my spare change ever since. I should have known by the mischievous glint in the Boss’ eye as I left work that something was in store for me when I got back.

I trace my fingertips over the buttery fabric, feeling almost unworthy to even be near it, it’s so grand, much finer than any undergarment I’ve ever owned. It is truly beautiful. Tucked under one of the bra cups is a textured, ivory-coloured card. Embossed in silver French calligraphy, the card reads:

For my special lady who deserves to be spoiled.
All my love,
B x

Placing the box back on the table, I sift through my bag to get my phone, my fingers tapping along the screen as I type out a message:

I’ve just opened your gift. Thank you so much! You’re so sweet to me <3

It doesn’t take long for my phone to buzz.

Happy you like it ☺ since you’ve had a stressful day, I want you to do something for me. X

My brows furrow and I type back quickly.

What’s that?

I want you to put it on. Enjoy it. You deserve it ☺ Pleasure yourself for me. Use the glass toy until I come back and can see to you myself 😉 I’ll be 20 minutes. X

I stare at the text in silence. It doesn’t take long for me to skip to the bedroom, tear off my shirt and pencil skirt and feel the luxurious lace and satin over my skin. In the Boss’ ever-efficient way, he gets the size just right.

The set fits my body like a decadent second skin. I admire my reflection in the mirror door of my wardrobe, feeling the luxurious fabric over my tanned complexion, cupping my hands over the thick padded bra, pushing up my breasts into a soft swell. He’ll love this, I think, wriggling my hips feeling the smooth thong brush in between my thighs. I’ve never felt so desirable.

Kneeling down on the carpet, I open the bottom of his chest of drawers where our growing collection of naughty toys are kept. Amongst the leather paddles and the silicone butt plug I absolutely adore, I retrieve the glass dildo, snug in its emerald satin bag.

This is the Boss’ personal favourite. He loves using it on me, teasing and twisting the cold, lubricated glass inside me while he delicately licks my clit with the tip of his tongue, keeping me at the edge until he tells me to come for him. Instinctively, my thighs press together at the memory. My climax had shuddered through me, leaving my sex languid and the soles of my feet tingling with electricity as he growled ‘good girl’ in my ear.

The cushioned armchair is where many of my memories with the Boss have been made, all sensual and sordid in equal measure. As I relax back against the heavenly cushions, I feel the familiar warmth of intimate moments with the Boss permeate through my limbs. I take a deep, cleansing breath, thankful for the silence after a day of constant chatter where I could barely hear myself think.

I start by tracing my fingers over my breasts from the moulded bra where the sensitive skin meets the lining. I love how it pushes them up, making them look even fuller and rounder. Tucking under the cup, I stroke over my nipple, circling the soft flesh and nub until it puckers hard under my touch. With my free hand, I stroke the custard satin of my knickers.

Between my legs is tense. Very tense. My clit is aching for a release and I smile to myself. The Boss is right. He knows that pleasure, by his wonderful hand or my own, will make me feel better after a long, hard day. Sparks dance from my sex down to my toes, warmth starting to ripple at the bottom of my belly. I glance at the clock. It’s 5:30 pm. The Boss will be here soon and honestly, I can’t wait for him to get back.

I wet my fingers in my mouth, swirling them around each nipple until they’re rock hard and hypersensitive, imagining it’s the Boss’ tongue flicking back and forth. The soft satin knickers trace lightly over my pussy. Over and over again I go, pinching and massaging, indulging in the self-love I desperately need. It’s not long before I have to stand, sliding the beautiful panties to my ankles.

I finger the spaces between the suspender and the pretty ribbon adornments. The Boss wants me to enjoy his new gift in all its splendour, and that’s exactly what I intend to do. Taking the stockings laid across the armchair, I carefully work the garments up my thighs, securing them in their pink garters. They feel wonderful under my fingers, so silky and luxurious.

The glass dildo rests serenely on the table to my side, patiently waiting to be used. I unthread the ribbons of the emerald bag allowing the toy to smoothly slip into my hand. I notice just how cold it is, feeling the solid ridges against my palm. I think back to the many times the Boss has used this on me, drinking in the sight of me twitching under his touch. Many a night he’s watched me come for him, massaging its bulbous head against my g-spot until I’m begging him for more.

I warm its cold ridges in my hands, sucking its tip into my mouth. I moan at the glass against my tongue, swirling the tip against my lips. As much as I enjoy this wonderful toy in my mouth, over my skin when the Boss teases me with it cold on my nipples, I eagerly wait for the Boss to come home, wishing it was his cock instead.

I take the dildo deeper into my mouth, vibrant colours bursting under my eyelids. Trailing it down my breasts and tummy, my clit tingles as I start to massage, running the glass in gentle circles over the plump, pink flesh. My hips buck as little by little, I ease the cock inside me. I arch at how full I feel, slowly moving it in and out. For a while I tease the toy around my lips, inside me and against my clit, becoming lost in the gorgeous warmth building in between my thighs.

How I wish the Boss was here, speaking in ways that make me blush while I pleasure myself. I imagine him now, working through files I was meant to, sharing my headache that had him send me home early to do this. Throughout today, all I wanted was to cuddle up in the safety of his arms, bury my face in his warm chest until the phone calls and demands from upper management just faded away.

I saw how his blue eyes searched mine concerned, yet still with that flash of pride as he watched me work through our schedule, bit by bit. My thoughts flit through every intimate moment I’ve shared with the Boss. I think of the many days and evenings I’ve spent in that office alone with him, my mind eventually settling on a particularly delicious memory of us working late one night, many months ago:

It’s the end of the day. I sort through the last of the files, ready to put on his desk when I hear the door close behind me. My spine tingles as I feel the air between me and the figure, growing thicker as he draws closer.

An arm snakes around my waist, pulling me smack against a solid torso and the tantalising scent of pine.

‘Hello stranger,’ the Boss whispers, planting a kiss below my ear. ‘Everyone’s gone home for the day, you know. We’re all alone…’

Lower the Boss’ hands prowl, over my pencil skirt and squeezing my buttocks. I gasp, but not before he cups my chin, claiming my mouth with hungry kisses. When he finally pulls away, I’m panting. The lines around his eyes crinkle, a salacious grin pulling at his lips.

‘You’re so cute when I take you by surprise.’ He chuckles.

A slew of kisses run down my shoulder while he unbuttons my shirt, watching it graze off my shoulders and fall to the floor. The blinds are drawn on the windows and the door. No one can see us.

He pulls my skirt up over my hips, his fingers caress my stockings and the trusty garter belt I’ve owned for years. My skin prickles as his hand trails between my legs.

‘Sshhh…’ he whispers. ‘Keep quiet, angel. We don’t want the cleaners to hear us now, do we?’

The mere thought of keeping quiet for him sends a wobble jostling through my knees. Holding me against the desk, he presses a hand firmly on the small of my back.

‘Bend over.’

I obey, following his guiding hand until my breasts rest against the polished oak desk. The clinking of his belt unbuckling practically has me dripping between my thighs. Slowly, he runs the tip of his cock between my slick lips.

‘Hmmm…’ he muses, ‘I love how wet you get for me…’

Hanging on to the other side of the desk, it’s hard to keep my moan lodged in my throat as he slowly eases into me. As he slides fully inside, my moan escapes. It’s louder than I thought and the Boss quickly clasps his palm over my mouth.

‘Shhh, shhh shhh…We have to stay quiet.’

A low chuckle rumbles at my ear as I hum against his lips.

‘You like it when I cover your mouth, angel?’ he thrusts deeply. Inhaling sharp through my nose, I nod. A gentle kiss is placed on the back of my neck, one of my most sensitive sweet spots, while he holds me up with his arm, snaked solid against my stomach.

‘I’m not going to make this is easy for you.’ the Boss growls.

I take his hand in mine, moving it away from my lips a hair’s breadth. I glance over my shoulder and our stares lock.

‘I don’t want you to be.’

The Boss’ blue eyes light up and he flashes me a wicked grin. He’s not going to make it easy for me at all, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Tucking his fingers back over my lips, I hold on for the ride as he grinds slowly. The Boss knows how wild that drives me.

My chest rises and falls, tiny strained moans muffled by the strong hand around my mouth. His free hand prowls up my breasts tugging down my bra, tweaking my nipples between his fingers as he growls the filthiest, most delicious words in my ear.

‘Yeah?’ He grunts, moving faster until his hips slam against mine. My breast bounces against his palm, ‘You like when I do that, angel?’
All I can do is nod, stifling my groans in his hand as they grow louder.

‘You want more…?’ He pinches harder. I nod again, frantically. Everything he wants to give me I want to take. The mixture of pain and pleasure tingles through me from head to toe. His fingers trail down in between my legs, working my clit until neither of us can take any more.

The Boss stifles primal, delicious shouts in my neck, biting my shoulder as he stiffens against me. I shudder in his embrace, eclectic warmth surging through my legs. I barely notice as he picks me up in his arms, nestling me in his lap as he settles us down on the couch. I snuggle into his chest, feeling small and protected in his big arms. The Boss strokes my hair, tilting my chin up as we share feather-light kisses in our haze…

My back arches off the chair, satin clad chest panting as I pump the toy faster into my pussy. My climax is a luscious crescendo, pulsing through me until I’m nothing but a quivering mess. My head flops back against the chair, feeling every last slither of the day’s tension trickle out of me, pooling out into the hardwood floor below.

It is then when I hear the familiar click of the lock on the door. My heart leaps. I can barely straighten up before the Boss is inside, suitcase in hand with his eyes firmly on me. An embarrassed flush bubbles up my neck into my cheeks.

‘I see you did what you were told, angel.’ The Boss muses, placing the suitcase on the kitchen counter and loosening his tie. A mischievous little smile pulls at my cheeks.

‘Of course.’

He takes a decanter of whiskey from the kitchen cupboard and pours himself a glass. My eyes can’t help but wander over his handsome, chiselled face. Those beautiful fine lines around his eyes that are deeper after a long day. He’ll be glad to relax in his favourite chair, nursing a scotch. The Boss is a hardworking man, often neglecting his own wants to see the job is done. I enjoy relieving him in whatever way I can, whether it’s sitting together enjoying the silence of solitude or having him sit while I take his cock into my mouth, riding him slowly to a much-needed release.

‘I take it you like your gift?’ he strides over, downing his drink in one gulp with a boyish grin.

‘I love it,’ I say. ‘Thank you.’

I sit up, placing a small peck on his lips, when he cups my face in his hands, deepening the kiss. A soft moan hums in his throat. He runs his tongue along mine, beckoning me to let him in. I open my mouth, basking in the sparks lying thick in the air between us as our tongues dance, searching the other as if it’s the first time we’ve kissed. Suddenly, the Boss pulls away.

‘Wait. What are—?’

‘Shhh…’ he whispers, trailing feather-light kisses along my jaw. Glass toy still in my hands, he hoists me up in his arms throwing me over his shoulder. I shriek, giggling as I feel a sharp swat on my behind.

‘What are you doing?’ I ask. Though I can’t see him, I can almost feel the smile spreading across his cheeks. He’s heading for the bedroom.

‘I have one more surprise for you.’

GENTLY, THE BOSS LOWERS ME DOWN ON TO THE BED.

‘You do so much for me, angel. I want to treat you. Will you let me do that?’

I stare up into his cool, blue eyes. Taking the glass cock from my hands, his eyes don’t leave mine as he reaches to the draw of the bedside table, grabbing our favourite bottle of lube. The Boss squirts out a liberal amount, smoothing it over the toy and settling himself on the bed hovering over me. I can’t contain the excited smile on my face. I love when he uses it on me himself.

‘Are you ready?’ he asks. I giggle.

‘Yes.’

Gently, he runs the lubed-up cock over my clit. We share soft kisses, taking our time before he slides the cock inside me, twisting it as he slowly works it in and out. How the Boss uses his personal favourite on me is simply exquisite. After a long time experimenting, he knows exactly what to do to make me do what he loves: beg. It doesn’t take long before I’m doing just that, begging him as the toy is pressed against my g-spot, massaging to the point where I can barely look straight. What am I begging for? Him.

‘Come for me, angel…’ The Boss’ hot breath rolls down my neck as I’m arching under him, face contorted, consumed by the heat he so effortlessly ignites in me.

‘That’s it…’ he growls, ‘Good girl.’

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