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hand moves slowly now, massaging away the pain. This is exactly what I wanted. I thought it was just a fantasy, something that I would just imagine to—I never thought it would be real.
    Charles pulls me upright and close, moving my legs for me so that I'm straddling him. My breathing is out of control and I know I'm bright red and I don't understand how he's so calm because I've never been more turned on in my life.
    He wraps his hands around my wrists, holding me against him. "That was for moving when I told you not to. Don't do it again. And don't ever lie to me."
    My mind is blank. Totally blank. Where are my words? "But...I didn't lie." I say, taking a deep breath. "It's just a fantasy."
    "You lied." He says, "But your body doesn't." And then his hand is under my skirt and his fingers touch me and oh god I'm so wet. I close my eyes, so I can't see him look at me. This can't be real. This can't be what I want. But it is.
    His fingers slide along the outside of me, grazing my clit and diving back down to dip inside me. My whole body comes alive at that touch, and I shudder as his keep moving. Outside and inside and around. He's using my own body against me, my own slickness making it easier for him to tease me.
    His other hand comes behind my neck and he pulls me in and kisses me hard, demanding more from me with his lips. Sweeping his tongue across my lips, tells me to open for him, and I do. He possesses my mouth, and it's so much better than I imagined.
    He pulls me back, and I'm more than a little breathless. There's no trace of the playful teasing of reading my stories. Now he's radiating raw power. "Alyssa. You can choose now—I stop and we pretend this never happened, or we keep going and you surrender to me."
    I think I've stopped breathing. To have it laid out like that, so simply, it makes me wetter. I know he feels it too. I should say no. This is not something people do. But I think of every night I've had since I've started, imagining him doing exactly this, letting him do what he wants with me. I'm staring at him, and I realize this may be my only chance to know what this feels like, to have a fantasy. This could be real.
    His hand tightens ever sol slightly on my neck, bringing me back to the moment. "Tell me what you want." His voice is as rich as ever.
    I feel my face get hot, and I know I'm not going to be able to say it, not loudly at least. I lean forward, close to his ear, and I close my eyes. "Command me, Sir."
    His fingers spasm inside me, and when I look back at him eyes are filled with fire. His hand moves from my neck and into my hair and grips it, making sure I can't look away, can't move my gaze anywhere from his face. I shiver, and I feel my skin react with goosebumps, nipples hardening beneath my dress. "You will do everything I say when you are in this office with me. Do you understand?" He strokes his thumb across my clit, making my back arch.
    "Yes, Sir."
    "First things first," He says with a small smile, "Lock the door."
    He releases me, and I glance backwards. To my shock, the door is still open. Not all the way, but still. Anyone could have seen, could have heard. He flexes his fingers inside me, and I look back at him. "Go. Now." He says.
    I do. I lock the door, and he makes sure all the blinds are closed. Then he returns to the couch and looks at me. He looks so at ease, and I'm glad because I am so not at ease. I'm terrified and exhilarated and aroused.
    "Show me your breasts." He says it so plainly, so matter of fact, it sends another surge of desire through me. My dress today is a wrap dress, and I pull it down so that each of my breasts are exposed, the nude lacy bra not doing much to hide anything. "Come stand in front of me."
    I do.
    He pulls the string tying my dress closed, and it falls open. His eyes move up and down, taking in every bit of my body. A slow, lazy smile follows and I feel my entire body heat. "I quite like you sitting on top of me. Take off your underwear and