Chapter 3: On Her Command
The rest of the day passed in a haze of torment. Every time I shifted in my chair, the damp spot on my boxers chafed against my still-hard c**k, a constant reminder of what she’d allowed—and what she hadn’t. Ms. Voss moved through the office like nothing had happened, crisp and untouchable, issuing orders to the team in that same calm voice she’d used while coming on my tongue. She didn’t glance my way once. Not a look. Not a word. Just the occasional tap of her pen against her desk that made my stomach clench with anticipation.
By five-thirty the floor had mostly emptied. Lights dimmed in the outer offices. The hum of the air conditioning was the only sound left. I stayed late on purpose, pretending to finish reports, but really just waiting for whatever signal
