Landen

 

 

Her obedience surprises me. She followed me on all fours, crawling through her work space with her sweet little cunt exposed like there was nothing to it.

It was hard for her, I could tell. But I’m beyond pleased to see how well she did. She deserves every reward I had in mind, all the pleasure I can give her.

I stop once we’re inside my office, and as soon as my steps stop, she stops, too.

“Look at me,” I tell her, and beautiful Sybil Young tilts her head back and looks at me through those pretty brown eyes as if I was the only person on the planet. Right now, for her, I am.

“You did very well,” I praise her. “And good girls like you deserve a treat, don’t you think?”

A faint smile appears on her face, and she suggests a nod.

“Sit,” I command her, curious to see how she interprets that particular instruction.

She sits back on her heels, placing her hands on her knees and looking at me expectantly. Perfect. She never even tried to fix her skirt.

I kneel down in front of her and place a kiss on her pouty lips, simply because I want to. Even a perfectly planned protocol needs to be broken once in a while.

She moans beneath our kiss, leaning in and almost forgetting herself, but just almost. When I retreat and get back up on my feet, I find her in the exact same position as before. So fucking perfect.

“Come,” I say, pulling at the leash and beckoning her to follow me. I see a hint of confusion flicker across her pretty face for a moment, because she has no idea where I’m leading her.

My office has a secluded seating area that’s divided from the rest of the room by a panel room divider. I head toward that corner and turn out the lights in passing. She doesn’t dare to lift her head, but even without doing so, she must notice that the room didn’t go completely dark. Candlelight is providing the seating area behind the panel with a warm, dim glow, just enough to take in her beauty without ruining the atmosphere.

I lead her behind the divider and ask her to lift her eyes so she can see what I’ve prepared for us.

Her innocent face is bathed by candlelight as she looks up, her eyes widening when she sees what’s unfolding in front of her.

“Oh my God,” she breathes.

Candles are placed on every ledge I could find, on the coffee table and the bookshelves next to the seating area. There’s a chaise lounge next to the main seating area, and that’s where I’m leading her now.

“Now,” I tell her, as she obediently awaits instruction. “I told you, good girls deserve a reward. Are you ready for yours?”

She nods, her eyes glowing with excitement. I raise an eyebrow, prompting her to reply in a more suitable way.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.

I nod and remove the leash from her collar. There’s no need for it anymore. To my surprise, her eyes follow the leash with a sign of sorrow as I put it away. She flinches in surprise when I begin to unbutton her blouse, but she doesn’t resist or try to move out of my reach. Instead, her eyes lock onto mine, flickering with arousal. She’s turned on and confused. I can feel her heartbeat through the fabric of her bra as I unbutton the light blouse above it. I remove her blouse, slowly caressing the skin along her collarbone and arms while I do so. She closes her eyes with relish. A nervous giggle escapes her lips when my hands travel along her naked torso to her back to unhook her bra. Normally, I’d slap her for this outburst, but I let it go for now. She’s too alluring to be too strict with.

Her pert breasts bounce free and I can’t resist touching them, carefully cupping them and teasing her stiff nipples with my thumbs. They're the perfect size, barely filling my palms as I close my hands around her mounds, and she moans with pleasure when I caress her sensitive nubs.

“Stand up,” I tell her, getting back up on my feet myself.

I hold out my right hand to help her up and she gladly takes the offer, stumbling on her legs like a young deer who’s taking its first steps. I don’t waste another moment and find the zipper of her skirt right away. I’ve been waiting too long for this and it’s time I taste her, truly taste her.

She places her hands on my shoulders, supporting herself while I unzip her skirt and push it down over the curve of her luscious ass. It falls to the floor, and there she stands, completely naked in front of me, finally.

I place a quick kiss on her forehead before I take her dainty hands and gently remove them from my shoulders so that I’m able to take a step back and take her in. Her eyelashes flash nervously while my eyes trail along her beautiful body, assessing every inch of it.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of,” I tell her, while she coyly lowers her head and resists the urge to cover herself up. “You’re perfect, beautiful, a true sight to behold.”

She smiles at me and whispers the most exquisite words. “Thank you, Sir.”

I take her hand and pull her closer.

“Undress me,” I command her. “But don’t rush it.”

She nods eagerly, and her hands wander along the seam of my suit jacket, while her eyes are locked onto mine, as if she’s still seeking permission, even though I just granted it to her.

Sybil Young is more than I could ever have asked for.