Maybe a mistake, but necessary.
Decision made, I turned the knob and pushed the door open.
Fear and desire were all over her face. She stood next to her desk, her fingers jittering at her side, much like that first night together.
I pushed the door closed behind me and stepped forward.
For what seemed like eternity, we stood silently one foot apart, facing each other. Her eyes stayed on mine. All that could be heard was breathing.
I reached out with my fingers and touched her shirt. She took in a breath, her eyes never leaving mine.
I rubbed the fabric between my fingers, a silky-smooth feel. I meaningfully glanced down at the shirt and then back to her eyes.
She took a beat and then began to unbutton her shirt.
“Faster,” I quietly said.
She nodded and very quietly responded, “yes sir.” Her muttered whisper was almost as if she was afraid of saying anything like that in the office itself. So taboo.
She unbuttoned enough to pull the shirt over her head.
She paused.
“Now the rest.”
“Yes sir,” she mumbled again, removing her skirt, her bra, and began removing her stockings.
“Those stay on.”
She barely acknowledged me as she quickly placed her fingers on her panties, quickly moving to remove them.
“Kneel,” I quietly said as she pulled down her panties.
She immediately dropped to her knees and looked up at me. I moved my eyes to my lap.
She hurriedly unbuckled and unzipped my pants, pulling pants and boxers down in one motion. Continuing, she hungrily pulled my very hard dick between her lips deep into her mouth.
I moaned, grabbing the back of her head, I began thrusting into her mouth. She dropped her hands and just let me control it all.
I could feel the building of it all. Her throat occasionally closing around my cock. My dick pistoning into her mouth quickly, over and over. The rise in pressure in my balls. Her hands remaining at her sides.
The situation, her naked at my feet, the haze of lust, her lips wrapped around my cock, her eyes looking longingly at me, me using her mouth outright as I fucked her. I felt the rush coming on.
With only seconds to spare, I shoved my dick deep into her mouth, and then felt my orgasm empty into her throat. A long moan. Her lips remaining wrapped tightly around the base of my cock. Her hands never leaving her sides.
Eventually she shifted a little, letting my cock slide almost out, but then she sucked more on the head. I could go again, and again, and again. I wrapped her hair in my hands and held her in place as she cleaned me.
She remained on the floor, panting, my wet cock inches in front of her face.
“Write the text,” I managed quietly.
From the floor, she nodded breathlessly, “yes sir.”
———
Caroline and I left the office mostly quietly. I noticed Hayley was already gone. Before she left, I watched her type out a message to Steph, so that little issue had been addressed. These girls and their reading into stuff was really irritating me.
After getting home, I decided to send a quick text to Steph to see if she had responded to Caroline’s text. The one I forced her to write. Responding to the one I forced Steph to write.
Like herding cats. Well herding sexy submissive cats, but herding nonetheless.
“Caroline wrote you. Your meeting set up?”
I could see she read my text but didn’t respond.
“Steph?”
A few minutes later I wrote again. “Steph?” Still nothing.
Felt like a dad trying to get his teenage daughter to write back.
So, I switched to the other one.
“Caroline, all set up for a meet w Steph?”
She read and did not respond.
“Caroline?”
“Caroline?”
“Steph?”
“Caroline?”
God dammit.
Enough of this shit. I called Steph first.
She picked up after five rings. Before she even spoke, I just said, “be at my place in thirty minutes.” And then I hung up on her.
Then I called Caroline. Same. “Come to my place in thirty minutes. I will text you my address.” I didn’t wait for her either.
I put together some food in case neither had a chance to eat dinner yet.
About 25 minutes later, I heard the knock. It was Steph. She looked a bit sheepish as she walked into my living room area and sat on the couch. I quietly motioned to the snacks on the table. She nodded and picked up something to nibble on. She waited for me to speak. And of course I did not yet.
Two minutes later there was a knock on the door. Steph looked at me in a bit of shock, seemingly just now figuring it all out.
Caroline walked in and upon seeing Steph, rolled her eyes at me. She sat in the chair next to the couch.
“Steph, Caroline. Caroline, Steph,” I said as I leaned back in my chair, across the small room from them.
They both glanced at each other and then returned to looking at me.
“So there seems to be some confusion, and since neither of you were answering me, I decided to take care of all of this all at once. So here we are.”
They both remained quiet and stared at me. And continued to do so.
Maybe it was because all of my personal interactions with Caroline have been in a me-as-dominant context, but she seemed to slip right into, like Steph, waiting on me.
“So let’s start by having you both strip down please,” I crossed my arms as I waited.
Both sets of eyes went wide. Steph beat Caroline to the objection, “if you think you are going to get some lesbian porn show due to this – ”
I felt the anger rise. “No, I do not. But I do think we will get some answers and since both of you are incapable of even simple things, we will need to start at the beginning. Remove your clothing. Now.”
Both sat still. Steph looked at me intensely, likely sensing my frustration, which was quite real.
She actually looked at Caroline. They shared a brief look. Maybe me being the sort of bad guy at this moment caused the two of them to develop a small moment of sisterhood. Works for me.
A full two minutes passed, me staring at them and waiting, and both inwardly wrestling with my directive.
And then Steph sighed, stood, and began undressing. Caroline watched her for several beats more — Steph removing her shirt and unbuttoning her jeans, shimmying out of them, socks being pulled quickly off. She then glanced at me, as if to gauge whether I was just being a whole-sale pervert.
Finally, as Steph began to unhook her bra, Caroline stood and pulled off her shirt.
Soon both were looking rather uncomfortable, standing five feet apart completely naked.
“Kneel please,” I quietly said.
Steph slightly shook her head but then moved to kneel. Caroline, maybe in the moment, followed suit.
“Right, thank you. That is better,” I said.
“I am sure it is,” mumbled Steph.
“Now here are the rules for this conversation. Very simple. Ready?” I looked at both sets of eyes and got silent nods of assent.
“Great. First, you say what you mean. Second, you mean what you say. That’s it. No underlying messages. No passive aggressive bullshit. We can take everything said here as they are — naked assertions, nothing hidden. Make sense?”
“Shouldn’t you be undressed too?” Caroline mumbled. Steph giggled.
“Not yet. I don’t have a problem saying what I mean and meaning what I say. You two do, though.”
I have to admit, having them both naked kneeling in front of me was quite arousing, but that actually was not my main intent here. I just needed both of them to enter a different way of thinking, and this just made sense in my perverted mind. Kinda a forced hard reboot. Maybe this drastic sort of a measure was not necessary, but it felt like it would be effective.
And so I then simply said, “start talking.”
They both looked at me like I was crazy, but then Caroline’s expression changed slightly, she sighed in resolve and looked directly at me and began, “I really -”
“Not me. Her,” I interrupted her.
She stared for a moment, maybe a little rebellion, but then looked at Steph and said, “I really just wanted to talk to someone who had been through this before. Brent suggested you were the best person. At first I didn’t think we could connect but then I just gave in and contacted you.”
Steph looked at her, then me. She seemed to be struggling, which is odd. In my mind, this was simple – get them to talk and realize there was nothing deeper under the surface. But then maybe there was?
“I . . . ” she began. Steph kept looking at me. No jokes. No sarcasm. No brattiness.
“Steph?”
“Hold on!” she snapped at me. Both Caroline and I exchanged surprised looks.
Maybe I pushed too far. Caroline uncharacteristically looked like she wanted to reach out and comfort Steph. Maybe she figured it out.
“Listen Brent, I know what you are trying to do here and I think it might have worked, but I think you and Steph need to have a chat. And I am in the way of that, so I think I should – ”
“No, please, let’s get this over with,” Steph said, her voice frustrated. This wasn’t the nudity. This wasn’t the forced conversation. This was something else..
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