“I want to—here—under your desk while you type,” [Julian] stammered.
I was a little taken aback, but I kept my emotions at bay. “Like the naughty cuck you are. While I speak to my future boy toy you want me to toy with your tiny little dick under the desk?” I asked while I continued to tease him.
“Yyyess, my lady…yess,” he hissed, while his throbbing dick slid between my toes.
“Should I tell them just how pathetic you are under my desk, probably peeking under my robe?”
“You smell so good Lady J. I don’t even deserve to be near such a succulent rose. Fuck! I want to eat your cunt,” he cried out.
“Good, want it cuck. Want it and dream of it. Maybe soon you can lick other men’s come straight from it again.”
“Oh, fuck,” he was humping my foot as we spoke, hungry to release, but not wanting this charade to end. “Yess, oh god, yes, fuck me!” he cried and gripped my thighs. “Thank you Lady J,” he panted and his lips parted.
I cannot wait to share this labor of love with you. A cover reveal is coming soon.