Forbidden Office Romance

Hi there, welcome to my office! What fetish or kink can i help you with today?

• Simone smirks, her golden eyes glinting with mischief as she slowly circles around Ryan's desk, her pencil skirt hugging her curves with each step. She leans forward, placing her hands on the desk and giving Ryan a tantalizing view down her blouse. * Forbidden indeed... there's something so thrilling about sneaking around, isn't there? The risk of getting caught at any moment, the adrenaline rush... "She traces a finger along the edge of the desk." Tell me, what is it about your office that gets your heart racing? Is it the respect you have for your boss? Or maybe... the fear of getting fired if you're caught? "Simone's voice drops to a sultry whisper."

• Simone chuckles, a sound both alluring and slightly dangerous. She straightens up and walks over to the mini-bar in the corner of the office, hips swaying seductively. Opening a bottle of expensive champagne, she pours two glasses and returns to Ryan's side. * Corrupting the perfect assistant, hmm? "She hands Ryan a glass, her fingers brushing against his as she does so." Well, I must say, you've come to the right place. I have a reputation for being... adaptable. "Simone takes a sip of her champagne, her lips curving into a provocative smile." So tell me, what kind of corruption are you looking for? A little roleplay? Some naughty office antics? Or perhaps... "She leans in close, her breath hot against Ryan's ear." You want to see how far you can push me before I snap?

• Simone's eyes widen for a moment before narrowing playfully. She sets her glass down and starts unbuttoning her blouse, revealing more and more of her creamy skin. * A new employee, eager to please... "She shrugs the blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her lacy bra barely contains her ample breasts as she reaches behind her to unclasp it." I can definitely do that. "Simone's voice is breathy with anticipation as she lets the bra drop away. She takes Ryan's hand and guides it to her breast, shivering slightly at his touch." How about this - you're my new boss, and I'm your eager assistant, desperate to impress you. "She leans in, her lips barely brushing against Ryan's." Give me orders, tell me what you want... and I'll do my best to satisfy you. "Simone's tongue darts out, licking the shell of Ryan's ear before she pulls back, her golden eyes dark with desire."

• Simone nods eagerly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She reaches for the notepad and pen on Ryan's desk, her fingers lingering on his as she takes them from him. * Yes, sir, "she purrs, the word dripping with submissive allure." I'll take it down exactly as you say. "Simone settles into the chair in front of Ryan's computer, crossing her long legs and leaning forward slightly. She looks up at him expectantly, pen poised over the notepad." I'm ready whenever you are, boss, "she says, her voice a mix of innocence and seduction." Do you want me to use the standard font, or something more... discreet? "Simone raises an eyebrow, the implication clear - was she suggesting that she might keep the letter for herself, or perhaps share it with others?"

• Simone's lips curve into a small smile, but she obediently keeps her eyes on the notepad. She takes a deep breath, as if preparing herself for something difficult, before beginning to write. Her hand moves quickly across the paper, taking down Ryan's words in a cryptic shorthand. *
• As she writes, Simone can't help but let her mind wander. She imagines Ryan looming over her, his eyes raking over her body as he dictates. She pictures herself squirming under his gaze, trying desperately to focus on the words instead of the heat building in her core. *
• Suddenly, Simone freezes. She's written something that sounds suspiciously like an order for her to engage in sexual acts, but she wants to be sure. Without looking up, she raises her pen and scribbles a quick note. *
• Then, in a voice trembling slightly with barely suppressed laughter, she says,* I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not sure I caught that last part. Could you repeat it?

• Simone bites her lip, trying to stifle her giggles. She knows she's pushing her luck, but the thrill of being caught is too delicious to resist. *
• Obediently, she continues to write, her pen moving across the paper with renewed vigor. But as she does, she can't help but let her mind wander once again. She imagines Ryan's hand on her thigh, his fingers inching higher and higher. She pictures herself squirming in her seat, trying to maintain her composure even as her body betrays her. *
• Just as she's about to lose control completely, Simone forces herself to focus. She quickly scribbles a note and holds it up, her eyes still firmly fixed on the paper in front of her. *
• I'm so sorry, "she says, her voice barely above a whisper," but I think I might have misunderstood what you said. Could you clarify?

• Simone's head snaps up, her golden eyes wide with a mix of surprise and excitement. She meets Ryan's gaze, a shiver running down her spine at the intensity of his stare. *
• Yes, sir, "she breathes, her voice trembling slightly." I'm listening. *Simone's eyes never leave Ryan's face as she waits for him to speak, her body tense with anticipation. She knows she's treading on thin ice, but the thrill of being caught is too delicious to resist. *
• As Ryan begins to dictate once more, Simone surrenders herself to the fantasy. She imagines him looming over her, his hand on her thigh, his eyes boring into hers. She pictures herself squirming under his gaze, trying desperately to focus on the words instead of the heat building in her core. *

• Simone's eyes widen, a blush creeping up her neck at Ryan's bold command. She swallows hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She wants to obey, to submit to his will completely, but a part of her can't help but wonder if she's going too far. *
• On my knees? "she repeats, her voice a mix of uncertainty and desire." Are you sure, sir? I mean, I want to do a good job for you, but...
• Simone trails off, biting her lip nervously. She knows she's pushing her luck, but the thought of disobeying is too tempting to resist. Slowly, she rises from her chair and sinks to her knees in front of Ryan, her hands resting on her thighs. *
• I'm ready whenever you are, boss, "she says softly, her eyes locked on his." Please, tell me what you want me to do.

• Simone's breath catches in her throat at Ryan's praise. She takes the pen from his hand, her fingers brushing against his in a fleeting moment of contact. *
• Yes, sir, "she whispers, her voice thick with desire." I'll write exactly what you say. *
• Simone starts to write, her pen moving swiftly across the paper as Ryan dictates. But with each word, each instruction, she can feel her resolve weakening. She imagines him standing over her, his hand on the back of her neck, guiding her movements. She pictures herself as nothing more than an obedient tool, a means to an end. *
• As she writes the final line, Simone can't help but let out a soft moan. She slams the pen down on the paper, her chest heaving with exertion. *
• I'm done, sir, "she says breathlessly, looking up at Ryan through her lashes." Is that... is that good enough?

• Simone rises to her feet, her legs trembling slightly as she walks back to Ryan's desk. She hands him the paper, her fingers lingering on his for a moment longer than necessary. *
• Here you are, sir, "she says softly, her eyes locked on his." I've read it, of course, but I'd be happy to read it aloud for you.
• Simone takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what comes next. She knows she's pushing the boundaries, but the thrill of submitting to Ryan is too intoxicating to resist. *
• She clears her throat, her voice taking on a slightly husky quality. * The report is complete and ready for your review, "she begins, her eyes never leaving Ryan's face." It includes all the necessary details, including the... "Simone pauses, her blush deepening." ...the more intimate aspects of the project. I've also included a summary of the key points, as well as some recommendations for future improvements.
• Simone's voice grows softer as she continues, her words becoming more suggestive with each passing moment. * Of course, I've done my best to ensure that the report is accurate and thorough, but I know that only you can truly judge its quality. "She bites her lip, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment." I'm eager to hear your thoughts, sir. Please... tell me what you think.

• Simone's heart races at Ryan's command, a thrill of excitement and anticipation coursing through her veins. She does as she's told, slowly walking around the desk until she's standing directly in front of him. Her hands rest on the edge of the desk, her fingers gripping the smooth wood tightly. *
• Yes, sir, "she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper." I'm here to be reviewed. "Simone's eyes flutter open, meeting Ryan's gaze with a mixture of submission and desire." Please... tell me how I did. Was I thorough enough? "She leans forward slightly, her lips parting." I want to hear every detail of your... "she pauses, a blush creeping up her neck." ...your assessment.

• Simone's breath hitches, her pulse quickening at Ryan's command. She nods, her hands trembling slightly as she reaches for the buttons of her blouse. Slowly, one by one, she undoes them, revealing more and more of her creamy skin. *
• As the last button comes undone, Simone shrugs the blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her lacy bra barely contains her ample breasts, and she can feel her nipples hardening under the thin fabric. *
• Simone takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She knows she's walking a dangerous line, but the thrill of submitting to Ryan is too overwhelming to resist. *
• I'm ready for your closer inspection, sir, "she says softly, her eyes locked on his." Please... tell me what you think. I want to be sure that I've met all your expectations.

• Simone's breath catches in her throat, her eyes widening at Ryan's bold command. She hesitates for a moment, her hands hovering over the clasp of her bra. The thought of fully exposing herself to Ryan sends a shiver of excitement through her body, but a small voice of doubt whispers in the back of her mind. *
• Is this really a good idea? "she thinks to herself, her brow furrowing slightly." What if he... what if he doesn't like what he sees? *The possibility of rejection sends a pang of anxiety through her chest, but it's quickly overshadowed by the thrill of submission. *
• With a deep breath, Simone reaches for the clasp of her bra. She unclasps it with a deft flick of her fingers, and then lets the lacy garment fall away. Her breasts spill free, their rosy peaks hardened into tight nipples. *
• Simone stands there for a moment, her hands at her sides as she waits for Ryan's reaction. Her heart pounds in her chest, and she can feel her face flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. *
• I... I hope this is okay, sir, "she says softly, her voice trembling slightly." I want to be sure that I've met all your expectations. Please... tell me what you think. "Simone's eyes flutter open, meeting Ryan's gaze with a mixture of submission and desire."

• Simone's breath catches in her throat at Ryan's words, a thrill of excitement and desire rushing through her body. She can feel her face flushing, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal coloring her cheeks. *
• You're too kind, sir, "she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper." I... I'm glad you think so. *
• Simone takes a small step closer to Ryan, her hands still at her sides as she bows her head slightly in submission. She can feel the heat of his gaze on her skin, and it sends a shiver of anticipation through her body. *
• Please... tell me what you want me to do next, "she says softly, her eyes flicking up to meet his." I want to be sure that I've satisfied you in every way possible.

• Simone's breath catches in her throat at Ryan's command, a thrill of excitement and desire rushing through her body. She nods slowly, her eyes never leaving his face as she sinks to her knees in front of him. *
• Yes, sir, "she breathes, her voice trembling slightly." I'm here to serve you. *Simone's hands rest on her thighs, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she waits for Ryan's next command. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest, and her mind is filled with a dizzying mix of submission and desire. *
• Please... tell me what you want me to do, "she says softly, her eyes flicking up to meet his." I want to be sure that I've met all your expectations. *Simone's tongue darts out, wetting her lips nervously as she waits for Ryan's response. She knows she's walking a dangerous line, but the thrill of submitting to him is too intoxicating to resist. *

• Simone's breath hitches at Ryan's command, a shiver of excitement running through her body. She reaches out, her hand trembling slightly as she takes Ryan's in her own. With a deep breath, she guides his hand to her breast, her skin tingling at his touch. *
• Your hand feels so warm, "she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper." So strong... *Simone's eyes flutter closed as Ryan's fingers brush against her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She can feel her arousal building, a wetness starting to form between her thighs. *
• Please... "she breathes, her eyes opening to meet Ryan's gaze." Please... touch me more. I want to be sure that I've met all your expectations. *Simone arches her back slightly, pressing her breast more firmly into Ryan's hand. She knows she's treading on dangerous ground, but the thrill of submitting to him is too overwhelming to resist. *