"You know what I've gathered." I stated as I wrapped the scarf around his wrists.

Erasmo watched me work with a teasing smirk at the corner of his lips.

"You're doing this on purpose." I looped one end through the hole and tightened it, bring his wrists closer together. I looked up at the same time he lifted his eyes to me.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He replied with a straight face.

This time I smirked as I tightened the knot. "Tight enough?" I asked.

He nodded and tried to move his hands out of the contraption by going back and forth and twisting his wrist. His eyebrow shot up in surprise. "How'd you learn how to tie like this?"

I grinned as I ran my hand over the silk scarf. "I told you, my older brother was in the military. The few times I did see him, he taught me simple survival skills like this." I blew him a kiss. "You should see what I can do with a rope."

Erasmo sank back on the couch I had pushed him into about 10 minutes earlier after his defiance at the door.

"Anyways." I shrugged. "I'll give you what you want."

"You'll give me what I want?" He questioned.

I shot off the couch and pointed at him sternly. "Did I tell you to talk?"

"No ma'am." He replied with a smile, spreading his legs and sitting comfortably in his grey boxer shorts.

I put my hand on my hips. "Oh...oh I see, you're amused." I pointed to myself. "I'm not amused."

His green eyes locked with mine.

"When I say something you follow." I leaned down and grabbed his chin forcefully. "You don't...tell me...No."

I could see his chest rise and fall slowly as he watched me.

"Understand?"

He didn't respond and held my gaze.

A challenge? Was that a.....a challenge?

I moved his face firmly to the side, but gently pressed my lips against his ear. "I said....do you understand?" I whispered.

Erasmo shivered as I slowly licked the edge of his ear and bit it a tadbit hard.

"Yes ma'am."

I slowly moved his head back to face me. "Are you still talking?" I asked calmly.

He licked his bottom lip and scooted closer to me.

"A simple nod will suffice."

His eyes drifted down to my lips. "Isn't a yes ma'am confirmation?" He asked.

I chuckled. "Oh, you want to play that game." I shrugged. "Fine, let's play it." I stood up and crossed my arms over my chest. "Stand up." I ordered.

He slowly got up and straightened his back. I narrowed my eyes. Oh, I wanted to wipe that smugness off his face.

"You're being defiant." I stated.

"And?"

"And you know what happens to little boys who are defiant?" I cocked my head to the side.

"You tie them up." He replied with a smirk.

I shoot off, the couch and stood almost chest to chest with him. Even though he was an entire head and some taller than me, I tilted my head up. "That's going to be the last time you talk back tonight." I promised him, meeting his eyes.

We held gazes for a couple seconds before slowly looking down, seeing the slight increase of the tent in his boxers.

Oh, he was enjoying this.

I lifted my eyes back up to him. "Turn around."

Wordlessly, he took his time turning around. His perfectly muscled back to me. I smiled and touched his back, roughly pushing him down, his hands tied in front of him, reached out to grab the arm of the couch. I rubbed his back as he bent down slightly. Making my way down to the edge of his boxers, I gripped them and slowly peeled them down. He looked back at me.

"Face forward." I ordered. He turned his head back towards the door. Taking my time, I slid his boxers all the way down, noticing his dick was now semi-erect but nowhere near as hard and thick as I knew it could get. "Step out."

He did so, stepping out of his boxers. I threw it on the couch and stared at his perfect body. Even his ass was tanned. A nice perfectly sun touched olive complexion. Even though he had his pubic hair trimmed short, just like the rest of chest, abs and back, his ass was hairless. I'd fucked that ass earlier tonight hadn't I?

I slowly moved my hand over the firm muscle of his buttocks.

I was surprised he was so silent, but I could see he was waiting. Anticipating what I was going to do next. Honestly I was trying to find the perfect timing inside of me. I couldn't rush it. But I couldn't drag it out too much right?

First time, I had to do it right. I was actually giddy. Had I had this inside me all along?

I smoothed my hand over his ass and sighed. "Such a perfect ass. So perfect." I purred. "Which is why it pains me to--

SLAP!

Erasmo jerked at the contact. I hadn't held back, my hand stung slightly, heat spreading across my palm. Without hesitating. I smoothed my hand over to the next just as firm and cute butt cheek. "Have to punish you in this---

SLAP!

"Manner."

Erasmo let out a soft sound as his back arched a little more.

I gently rubbed his ass as I talked in a smooth tone, the excitement building up inside of me as to what I was actually doing and not simply watching on a screen.

"I think I counted 8 times where you openly defied me---

SLAP!

"What kind of woman would I be, if I let you get away with that kind of behavior----

SLAP!

I rubbed his ass again gently, seeing the tanned skin had taken on a slight reddish hue. I stared mesmerized. HOLY FUCK! How was this the sexiest shit I'd ever seen? I dropped to my knees and kissed his ass softly. Biting it subtly and receiving a groan of approval from him. From where I was I could now see that some time in between the spanking, his dick had come to life.

I stood back up. That was four wasn't it? I said 8.

SLAP!

Erasmo grunted.

SLAP!

The sting on his ass hurt my hand, but seeing him squeeze his eyes shut and bite down on his bottom lip to stop from crying out, made it all worth it.

I watched his back rise and fall, his breathing growing heavier enough for me to take notice. But then he stood up and moaned as he grabbed his thick erection in hand and stroked himself.

I yanked his hand away. "Did I tell you to----

SLAP!

SLAP!

Erasmo's butt clenched at the last back to back slaps.

I turned him around forcefully, but gently cupped his face. His face was hot, his green eyes dark with lust, lips parted and wet. "Do you understand now?" I whispered.

Instead of answering, he dropped his head and captured my mouth hungrily, moaning into the kiss.

I pulled away, my nipples tightening. My underwear already drenched. But my brain had switched while I had spanked him. Something inside me had been released that I had no idea was being held back. I grabbed his neck and pushed back.

"No, you don't get to kiss me yet. You don't have my permission."

His wet lips parted more as he stared at my mouth.

"And, I never told you to touch yourself." I shook my head. "You're still disobeying." I reached down with gentle hands and ran it down his arms. Looking down I slowly and carefully untied the scarf, his erection poking at me. I was aware that he was moving his hands lower, making me touch him with every movement.

I'll let him have this one.

Erasmo moved his wrists as I slipped the scarf off of him, freeing his hands, but only temporarily as I stepped behind him and brought his arms back.

"Well, this is a lesson learned for me." I wrapped the scarf back around his waist. "Never tie your hands to the front." I tightened the hold checking that it was secure even thought it was satin, there was no way the knots were coming loose.

I walked around to face him. "Now...earlier today you said something about...if you make me upset...you should take your rightful place...where was that again?" I feigned confusion as I slid off my booty shorts slowly.

Erasmo licked his bottom lip and opened his mouth.

"Oh, were you going to say it? Or just do it?" I questioned.

He met my eyes, and slowly closed his mouth. Hands behind his back he slowly got down to his knees.

"Oh, so you are a good boy after all." I teased sitting on the couch, with my legs spread. I propped one leg up on his couch, to open wide for him. I saw his dick twitching as he scooted closer.

"If you do a good job, I might reward you." I ran my fingers through his hair as he lowered his head, tongue out and began to lick me. Slow confident licks, that quickly turned desperate, the more I moved his head away, put it back, pushed it to the side. I saw him almost wrestling with the scarf, trying to get loose. But unless he was Houdini, I don't know how he was going to get out of them.

Erasmo scooted closer, groaning into my pussy. I lifted his head again, taking pleasure in the sleekness of his nose and mouth before pushing it back down. Closing my eyes, I leaned on the couch, moaning as I let myself go. Seriously, getting eaten out was by far the best sensation in the world. This was so casual, so unplanned. My body aroused from the first slap. I simply leaned back and allowed him to go to work for a couple minutes, to bring me to the edge. If his jaw was hurting, he didn't let up, if anything, it felt like he was trying to fuck me with his tongue. His desperation was the sexiest thing.

I moaned loudly, pressing his head down further as he pulled my clit into his mouth and gently sucked on it repeatedly. My toes curling as my ass lifted off the couch.

"Erasmo...."I whispered breathlessly as I rubbed myself against his face, the tremors passing through my body, momentarily creating an out of body experience, before crashing my back on the earth.

"Take off the restraint." he ordered as I released his head.

"Huh?"

"Take it off." He whispered urgently.

"Oh..." I lazily scrambled off the couch, falling to my knees as I moved behind him. My fingers working as I undid the knot, still riding the bliss of I don't know how many orgasms it had been tonight, but I was done. My body was physically telling me it could go no more. I hadn't even thought I was going to cum.

I dropped the scarf and Erasmo immediately rubbed his wrists. I stood up and giggled as he wrapped his arm around me and pushed me down on the couch.

"What?" I laughed. "You asked for it."

He stood over me, panting loudly as he jerked himself off. It was barely 10 seconds later before I closed my eyes instinctively, his cum shooting onto my nose and lips. Drops on my chin, sliding down my neck as he shook above me. Pressing the tip of his dick against my lips as he drained himself.

Damn I was surprised he still had this much cum left, with the amount of time he came today.

I opened my mouth and pulled the head of his dick into my mouth. He cried out in pleasure and trembled, his eyes squeezed shut. I ran my tongue over the softening flesh and let it slip out.

Erasmo almost collapsed on top of me as he reached out and stopped his fall by holding the back of the couch.

His eyes opened, he stared down at me beneath him, splashed with his cum. He moaned and lowered his head to crook of my neck and rested it there.

"I need to clean up." I whispered, trying not to move my mouth too much, before more cum slipped between my lips.

To my surprise, Erasmo lifted his head and licked my lips, my nose and chin before kissing me again, his cum still in his mouth but I didn't care. I kissed him back and hugged him. He straddled me on the couch and buried his face once more against my neck as I wrapped my arms around him. Smoothing down his hair gently.

I smiled, feeling my heart inflate with more emotions than it could handle. "Did you understand your lesson?"

He nodded and kissed my neck.

Proud, I ran my fingers through his hair. "You're such a good boy. Good job."

**

"I swear, no more hoeish ways." Nahlia exclaimed. "I'm a one woman, woman and that's it."

"Really?" I grinned as I dipped the naan into my curry.

"Bitch absolutely." She replied. "Adriana said it's here or nothing else." She shrugged. "And honestly it's here. It's time for me to get my shit together. She's a good woman and she's rich and she's sexy as fuck and she loves my crazy ass."

I smiled. "Ooohhhh and I like Adriana a lot. She's so sane."

"Right!" Nahlia exclaimed. "That's what I need! I always go for the crazy ass bitches and where does that leave me? No-fucking-where."

"I'm proud of you for taking that step."

"Well looks, like we're all taking steps now huh?" She smirked as she brought her green curry to her mouth.

I rolled my eyes but didn't answer.

"You're seriously holding out on your dom phase right now?" She screeched. "You tied him up and spanked."

"Can you lower your voice!" I looked around embarrassed.

Nahlia laughed as she looked around. "Chile, ain't nobody paying attention to us." She turned back to me. "But seriously this dude surprises me every time. One minute it looks like he wants to put a baby in you and the next it looks like he wants you to put a baby in him."

I choked on my food as my friend laughed loudly.

I reached out and smacked her hand. "Shut-up."

She grinned. "Oh this the shit I like." she waved her recently manicured hand side to side. "You glowing and exploring and being all happy and shit. This is the shit I like."

I took a deep breath. "I really like him."

"Girl who you telling?" Nahlia asked. "I've been in a room with you two."

I smiled.

**

I never really thought of myself as an empowering woman, I just thought I had a good life and everything was normal. But there is something, absolutely something about being in control that sort of brings this new meaning to life.

I felt like a well off middle class white man would feel. In control of my circumstances. It was like I was taking a stand. Not just in in my private life but everywhere too.

Is this what it was like to be a man?

Having the reins and the freedom, seeing those needy eyes looking at you, begging you to fuck them.

Had I finally stepped into my own shoes?

"Oh, so pretty, what are these?" I asked holding up the row of beautiful marble beads.

"Anal beads." Erasmo responded.

"Okay." I slowly put them back on the shelf and he chuckled as he put his arms around my lower waist.

"Actually." He reached out and took them. "It's a great place for you to continue."

I blushed. "We're not here for that." I whispered looking around the sex shop. But there were only about 4 other people, 3 of whom looked well in their 50s.

He smiled. "We can move from the fingers into toys and hopefully my dick."

"Do you not have a filter?" I slapped his arm in embarrassment.

"When it come to my dick and you?"

"I hate you." I pulled him close as if there were spies on us. He laughed and walked us to towards the back of the shop.

"Rasso! What a rare treat." An elderly woman with long curly white hair and thick glasses stepped out. She had a flowly long dress and several long necklaces around her neck. Every movement brought about a shake of something clashing on her persons. Whither the necklaces, the bracelets or the earrings, one clearly a purple vagina and the other a pink dick inside gold hoops.

"Mabel. It's been too long." Erasmo reached out and kissed both her cheeks.

"Ah and whose this lovely lady." she reached out for me.

"Mabel, this is my girlfriend Jaylen, Jaylen this is Mabel."

"A pleasure." I said shaking her thin hand. She grinned and squinted even though she wore glasses. "Ahh, what an aura...fascinating."

I blinked but she turned to Erasmo. "Oh and your nana? How is she nowadays? Hasn't called in 3 months. That's unlike her."

"She's fine." Erasmo replied. "If you can get her to use her cane, I would be entirely grateful."

"Ahh, stubborn as usual." Mabel shook her head.

Erasmo turned to me. "Nana's friend Mabel. They both immigrated here when they were 17."

I nodded, completely fascinated by the elderly lady in front of me.

"And you darling?" she turned back to me and cupped my face as if peering into my soul. "What can I do for you today?"

"Mabel can we have this?" Erasmo put up the anal beads and I seriously wanted to sink into the floor.

The old lady snickered. "Ahh playing with the backdoor are we. What lovely fun." she put her hand to her mouth and leaned into me. "It's more pleasurable than the front I assure you. Hits that g-spot just right."

Oh God, I'm gonna die. I smiled but wanted to find the quickest exit. This conversation was too intimate between strangers. Well, I guess I was the only stranger.

"Take it Rasso! You can have it, you know. Your app is doing more for this small little shop than all my years here. Business is booming! People are fucking like it's the '70s again." Mabel clapped her hand.

I smiled.

"Oh, and I wanted to measure Jaylen." Erasmo spoke up. "Quickly before her lunch break is over."

"Ahh what are we measuring for my dear?" she turned to me.

I cleared my throat. "Uhm...a....." I lowered my voice. "A strap on." I squeaked.

"Ah the best invention ever invented. Right this way. Right this way." Mabel ushered us in. "I'm guessing it's to fit the gift I gave you."

"Yes ma'am." Erasmo grinned.

My eyes widened as the lady turned to me. "I'm glad he's gonna put it to good use. Fuck him good you hear." she grinned as she wrapped he measuring tape around my waist. "Show him whose boss.

Erasmo chuckled as I stared at him in surprise. "Oh, she is."

Nope. Nope. Nope. I shot him a look and he arched an eyebrow at me, smiling mischievously. Mabel measured my upper thigh as she whistled around my body. "Do you want leather dear? I can do leather? Let me do leather, it's the rage nowadays. We won't do the latex. It's itchy and uncomfortable."

"Uhm sure."

"Leather is timeless and will last longer and I'll give you a special mixture to clean it with, don't put it in water." She instructed. As she measured the tape around my ass. "I can get it ready in two weeks. How does that sound?"

"Perfect." Erasmo replied. "Enough time for us to prep."

I shoot him another look, which he blatantly ignored as he smiled brightly.

After another round of hugs and goodbyes and her explicitly instructing how to use the anal beads for the utmost pleasure, I couldn't have left the store fast enough. As soon as we exited, I grabbed his arm. "Erasmo!"

He chuckled and lowered his head to me. "Hummm embarrassed and upset..." He whispered.

I pointed my finger at him.

"I'm really loving that finger." he whispered teasingly.

"You're lucky, I have to get to work." I warned.

His eyes lit up. "Because......."

I reached out and playfully smacked his ass. The couple walking by us smiled in amusement and wrapped their arms around each other.

I pointed to the uber waiting for us on the corner. "You're getting out of hand."

"Am I?" He asked innocently as he followed me to the car.

I turned and smirked. "You're just out to test me, aren't you?"

"Never." He replied as he opened the door for me. "I'm your good boy remember." he whispered in my ear.

"You're a naughty boy." I replied stepping into the car. "Hi, I'm gonna be late so try to weave through this crazy traffic."

"Got it!" The lady exclaimed almost a little too happily, stepping on the gas as soon as Erasmo closed the door.

He turned to me and stared for a couple seconds.

"What?" I whispered in confusion.

He simply took my hand and placed it on the recent development in his pants. My eyes widened at the obvious imprint. "Where did that come from?" I whispered.

He leaned his mouth to my ear as he pressed my hand down on his erection. "Calling me naughty is without fail arousing." he whispered squeezing my hand. "Now that's all I'm gonna think about."

"Good." I smirked and put up my finger. His eyes drifted to it. "And you absolutely cannot cum until I say so."

His hand pressed down even harder on my hand. "That's not fair...."

I arched an eyebrow. "Is there something you're not understanding?" I whispered.

Erasmo bit down on his bottom lip, to hold back a moan. I wanted to laugh. I could clearly see he was beyond turned on. His eyes staring at me pleadingly.

"If you do, I'll know and the consequence will be more severe than just a couple spankings." I whispered against his mouth as the uber driver pulled into my building.

"I want you so much." he whispered.

"I know." I laughed and pulled my hand off his erection. "Thank you!" I called out to the driver and hopped out.

**

"Ms. Campbell, you're late."

I turned around and smiled at Mr. Torres. "Am I?" I shrugged.

Winona widened her eyes and Gideon's mouth dropped open.

"I have about oh....2 minutes left, I'll get my folder from the office." I turned around smiling as I continued down the hallway. Once this deal was officially finalized. My ass was working from home once more, and a raise? Let's make it happen. I grinned mischievously.

Erasmo had a ridiculous idea and I was super into the absurdity of it all.

**

"Hey, Erasmo!" Lola knocked and poked her head into his office. "You okay? You canceled your three appointments."

Erasmo looked up from his couch. "Yeah, I just can't do anything today."

She frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just not feeling up to it." He replied, shifting on the couch while discreetly adjusting himself.

"Are you reading....the dictionary?" She whispered.

He slammed the dictionary shut and shot off the couch. "I'm gonna take the rest of the day off." he exclaimed.

"Why?" She put her hands up.

"I need it." he answered and grabbed his vest from the couch. "Oh and...I'm slowly weaning off my clienteles alright, tell Craig to pick up the last one for tonight. It'll be a good fit for him." He passed by his cousin and quickly kissed the top of her forehead. "See ya cuz."

Lola watched him walk away, her mouth open in disbelief.

**

I looked at my watch 4:25. The last signatures had gone around and he should be dismissing us at anytime now. Mr. Torres seemed to be working slower than usual.

He for sure hadn't met my gaze since last Thursday. We never talked about what he walked in to. Erasmo says he's pretty sure Mr. Torres knew what we were doing in my office.

He meant to walk in.

"Are you above bribing?"

"What absolutely not." I exclaimed. "Do you think, I'm a saint?"

4:26

Erasmo should have checked in already and should be heading to my office.

"I think that's a wrap everybody." Mr. Torress grinned proudly.

We clapped as we shook hands with the legal team sent by Toshiyo Inc. Tika said she was able to get the connection through the C.E.O's son in law. I'd teased and asked her if she tapped that to get the order. She'd vehemently agreed that wasn't the type of person he was. He was happily married with a cute little family. In fact they owned a cupcake shop that was apparently THE cupcake shop to go through, something Nana's cupcakes or whatever.

She was younger than me but definitely more successful. A genius if I wanted to be honest. But geniuses had issues. Which is why I was concerned on the new Scooter issue or lack thereof. Tika without Scooter was bizzare...even after he'd married somebody else after college. It was one of those weird situationships where you kind of went.....uhm why didn't they just marry each other. I'd met Scooter only once at a family reunion when Tika had visited from college and the way that kid had followed my cousin had our family rolling. He was kind of nerdy but adorable and obviously head over heels for our family genius.

Now it was time for me to put a little bit of my cousin's ingenuity into practice. Taking my time as I gathered my folders, purposefully leaving one mixed with Mr. Torres' opened briefcase as I walked out with Winona and Gideon.

"God, I'm glad that's over."

"Same." Gideon replied. "Back to normal life."

"You think he'll let us go work from home again?" Winona asked. "God, knows I need a break."

"I need to work from home." I sighed. "I'll let you guys know."

"Good job today guys."

"Bye."

"Jaylen."

I looked up at the young receptionist grinning at me mischievously. "Rita." I smiled.

"I just let your boyfriend up to your office." She grinned and winked. "Bouquet of roses."

I chuckled. "You're the best." I tapped her desk and made my way to the elevator.

Let the games begin.

**

"Uhmm..." I gasped breathless as he kissed down my neck. My hand, rubbing his imprint through his pants.

Our lips found each other again as his hand slid up the back of my neck, to angle me towards him on the couch. Erasmo's hand slid into my hair and gripped firmly, almost demandingly as he pulled me to him.

I broke the kiss, trying to maintain some sort of composure. "Wait..."

I fixed my shirt at the brief knock on the door. I adjusted my blouse and moved back as Erasmo tried to reach for me again. "Okay he's coming." I whispered.

"I wanna cum." He pouted, sliding his hand up my skirt until I pushed it away.

"Give me a minute." I called out as I stood up and patted down my skirt and composed myself. I turned to Erasmo. "How do I look?"

"Like you need my dick in your mouth." He replied.

I kicked his leg as he chuckled and made my way to the door and opened it slowly. "Hey Mr. Torres." I feigned surprise, my chest rising and falling drastically from the nerves and impromptu make-out session.

Mr. Torres, took a step back and extended my folder. "It must have gotten mixed up after the meeting. You're going to want to hold on-----"

"Manuel." Erasmo exclaimed happily, his body pressed against mine as he poked his head out too. His erection pressing against my backside. "Do you want to come in?"

"Oh no, I mustn't----"

"Come in." Erasmo stated ignoring him as he opened my door wider.

Mr. Torres swallowed hard and adjusted his tie as he looked between us. He finally took a couple cautiuous steps forward. "I just wanted to return Ms. Campbell's folder----"

"Aww she did a great job closing the deal didn't she." Erasmo crooned as he wrapped his arm around me lazily, pulling me back to allow Mr. Torres to step inside. "I'm so proud of her. "He kissed my neck and I blushed.

So did Mr. Torres it seems but he stepped in. "Must I remind you Mr. Marino, this is a place of employment, one must refrain from displaying such...such affection in the workplace."

"Erasmo get off." I chastised. Maybe this wasn't going to work. I can't lose my job. But my boyfriend instead pressed me against the door, closing it as his lips came over me.

"You see Manuel...I just can't help myself." He replied as he slipped his tongue into my mouth with Mr. Torres less than a foot away.

"Control yourself Mr. Marino." Mr. Torres ran his hand over his hair. "What shall one think? Unhand her."

"Erasmo stop." I playfully hit him and giggled as I tried to move out of his embrace. I pushed him to the side and against the door as I fixed my blouse and made my way to Mr. Torres. "I'm sorry, he's not usually this...naughty...."

Out of my peripheral view, I saw Erasmo turn and quietly lock the door.

"Thank you for returning my folder. Sorry to have caught me in such a state...once more." I finally lifted my eyes to meet my boss as I slowly took my folder.

"You mustn't do these things Ms. Campbell." Mr. Torres stated strictly.

"Absolutely. I completely agree." I leaned my head and whispered. "It's my boyfriend sir...he has an almost insatiable appetite."

Mr. Torres gaze slowly looked beyond my shoulder, to follow Erasmo who'd sat confidently on the couch. Legs spread wide, top three buttons of his shirt undone, his shirt half tucked.

I stared at my boss, staring at Erasmo in what almost looked like longing basked in fear. He shoved the folder in my hand and held his trembling hand behind his back and cleared his throat.

"Ms. Campbell, this is a place of business. It must not warrant such wanton behavior." He scolded, taking a step back. "Such disgusting behavior, in plain sight..."

I sighed heavily. "I know....which is why I think I should work from home."

Mr. Torres frowned.

"I think I might have a condition." I whispered. "It's better to keep such behavior in the confinement of my house."

"Condition?" He almost choked on his words.

I sighed and looked away in shame. "When Erasmo's near, I just can't resist." I slowly looked back to Mr. Torres. "I'm sure you understand...." I trailed off slowly. Dropping my folder on the desk I walked over to the couch where Erasmo was.

"I have no notion of what it is you're talking about." Mr. Torres huffed. "And if you think you can pull me into a scandal----"

"Manuel relax...." Erasmo voice poured like honey over the room as he kissed my neck. "I'm sure we can work something out....." His hand cupped my breast and kneaded it gently as he stared at my boss. "Right."

I'd never seen anybody's Adam's apple move evidently, nor actually hear a gulp emit from a person's mouth like in Mr. Torres.

"Mr. Marino, I have no idea what-----"

"For a dream..." Erasmo continued smoothly as his thumb ran over my nipple. "Why don't you make a dream request and I'll see what I can do." As he spoke he carfully unbuttoned my blouse until my lacy black bra was revealed. Mr. Torres' eyes were trained on my chest as he shook his head.

"Do not unbutton her blouse sir." He swallowed hard. "Don't...do not....you mustn't lick her there....you mustn't!" He whispered urgently as Erasmo's mouth enclosed over my bra, pulling my nipple into his mouth.

I held his head and closed my eyes. This was the strangest thing I've ever done, but Erasmo was so sexy right now, I wanted to do whatever he asked of me.

"God, I fucking love your breasts." He spoke breathlessly. "I could suck on these all day."

I smiled.

"No, no don't do that. You mustn't do that." Mr. Torres heaved. "Ms. Campbell, don't pull his head closer. Do not. You absolutely shall not. Do not enjoy the moment.

I met Erasmo's eyes and remembered our conversation earlier.

Do the exact opposite of everything he tells you.

I moaned and pressed Erasmo's head closer to my chest. "Love please stop, we can't....I'm at work. Don't tempt me like this...oh God, your warm mouth."

"Release each other this instant! Do not kiss her!"

Our lips crashed against each other, in a fevered kiss. I might play dominant at home, but this was all Erasmo over powering me. I clawed at his shirt, hurridly undoing his buttons with one hand as he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

"Blasphemy, all blasphemy." Mr. Torres whispered. I turned my head to see him typing away urgently on his phone.

We broke our kiss for a couple seconds as he pulled me on his lap so I could straddle him. My hips rotating above him as he pulled my skirt up to my waist. His hands grabbing my ass as he slipped it through my thong. I groaned as I grinded against him.

Erasmo's phone beeped and we both looked down. He picked it up and read it with a smirk. He shifted his eyes to meet mine as he pressed on the phone with his thumb and dropped it to the couch. "Have a seat Manuel."

I looked behind me to Manuel timidly pulling up a rolling chair. His arousal evident as he sat down, but he gripped the arm of the chair as if never intending to let go.

Erasmo lowered my shirt off my shoulder. "My girlfriend is so fucking sexy Manuel, I don't think I can control myself."

"You must control yourself Mr. Marino. Do not lose control. Resist the urge." Manuel whispered. "Resist it."

Erasmo groaned and bit my shoulder. I resumed rocking against him. My hand slipping down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

"Ms. Campbell no! Don't! Don't touch him there." He cried.

I pulled Erasmo's erection out of it's confinement. The warm member thick in my hand as I jerked it.

Erasmo liked his lip. "Suck my dick love."

"Please don't. Please do no put that in your mouth Ms. Campbell. Please. Such a disgusting act! One mustn't!"

I slipped off the couch and dove for his dick. Licking it wantonly as he watched me with lust in his eyes.

"Don't take pleasure. Pleausre is weakness."

My mouth enclosed over the head and I moaned bobbing on his dick.

Erasmo immediately grabbed my head and pushed it further down.

"Enough Mr. Marino! Enough! Don't make her chock on it! It doesn't belong there." Mr. Torress ordered. "Do not enjoy it so much! Resist the temptation."

Erasmo moaned loudly and threw his head back, holding my head as his hips thrusted upwards. His dick fucking my mouth.

"Preposterous."

"Fuck!" Erasmo groaned as he held my head down. His dick hitting the back of my throat as my saliva dripped around out my mouth. I gasped as he yanked my head back. Leaning forward he kissed me eagerly and yanked me up.

Positioning me on the couch on all fours, Ersamo, pulled down my thong with determination.

"You're dirty Mr. Marino. Simply a dirty man. You cannot, absolutely cannot kiss a person there."

Erasmo's eagerly ate my ass as I rocked back on him.

"How dare you sin in such manner? How dare?" Mr. Torres cried, his voice trembling.

He slapped my ass and bit it as he fingered me.

"You've crossed the line Mr. Marino."

If I wasn't getting my rocks off, I would have felt sorry for him. But fuck, if Erasmo Marino wasn't putting in work right now. I could barely think.

God, I loved when he called me mommy but I was a breath away from calling him daddy.

Erasmo groaned and shoved himself inside me, causing me to cry out at the much needed intrusion.

"fuck..." I moaned.

Mr. Torres gasped. "No---no condom----" He whispered in disbelief. "You've never done this before---"

His voice seemed to have caught in his throat but I could no longer care about what he had to say.

When sex feel this good? Who the fuck cares.

"Jaylen...Jaylen....fuck....love..." Erasmo's fingers dug into my hips as he pounded away inside me. He wrapped his arms around my body, lifting me slightly so my back was pressed against him, my knees still on the couch, but my arms up and wrapped backwards around his neck. "This pussy is so fucking good."

"No..no...such vulgarity, pull out...do not do this. Stop it. Your poor souls."

"Rasso....please..."I begged, my mouth parted. "Please baby, God....fuck..."

His movements pushed us to the arm of the couch. He had me now bent over it as he fucked me into it. "Jaylen, let me cum..." He groaned.

"Don't cum."

"Don't do it."

Mr. Torres and I spoke simultaneously.

"Jaylen...." Erasmo gasped as one hand wrapped against my neck.

I was gone. I was gone. I cried out as my ass bucked against him.

"Mr. Marino, pull out...never...never release..." Mr. Torres almost spoke fearfully.

If he came, I could punish him again for disobeying me.

I looked back at him, trying to concentrate. I moaned and bit down on my bottom lip. "Fuck, you fuck me so good."

"Don't listen to her. Don't listen."

"Rasso baby...fuck...I'm about to cum..." I cried out with a gasp as I held eye contact with him. My toes curling tight as I exploded on his dick. The sensation almost blinding.

Erasmo squeezed his eyes shut and grunted as he pounded hard into me, fucking me against the arm of the couch. He gasped and brought his body down, digging his dick as deep as it could, draining himself inside me.

"Unforgivable." Mr. Torres whispered.

Erasmo gasped as he pressed his forehead against my back. "Fuck..." he whispered, jerking inside me.

I turned my head to Mr. Torres shooting out of the chair, his folders covering his midsection as he rushed towards the door. "Email me your request Ms. Campbell." Were his last words as he unlocked my door and dashed out.

My boyfriend panted as he pulled out of me and fell on the couch. I tried to catch my breath as I turned around to him mischievously.

He met my eyes, his breathing heavy.

I smiled. "Should I pick your punishment, or would you like the honor?"