Kiss My Feet Emily #2
"It's... it's very warm, Ms. Vance. Thank you," Emily whispered, her heart pounding so loudly she was certain Kaitlyn could hear it.
"Call me Kaitlyn. We are far past titles tonight," Kaitlyn murmured.
Her gaze dropped to Emily’s lips, which were parted slightly in anticipation.
"You want to please me, don't you? I’ve watched you for weeks. You do everything I ask, you stay late, you look at me like you’re starving for my approval."
Emily’s cheeks burned, but she couldn't deny it. The honesty of the moment stripped away all her corporate defenses. "Yes," she whispered, leaning slightly into Kaitlyn’s touch. "I want to please you, Kaitlyn."
"Good," Kaitlyn whispered.
Then, she closed the remaining distance between them.
Kaitlyn’s lips met Emily’s in a deep, commanding kiss.
Emily let out a soft whimper into Kaitlyn’s mouth, her hands finally moving, the long sleeves of the sweater bunching up as she reached up to grip Kaitlyn’s shoulders.
The kiss wasn't gentle; it was possessive, a declaration of ownership that Emily eagerly accepted.
Kaitlyn’s tongue parted Emily’s lips easily, exploring her mouth with an intoxicating dominance that left Emily completely breathless.
Kaitlyn’s hands slid down the soft cashmere of the sweater, wrapping firmly around Emily’s waist and pulling her hips flush against her own. The contrast of the rough, heavy sweater against Emily’s bare skin underneath made every nerve ending tingle with an electric intensity.
When Kaitlyn finally pulled back, both of them were breathing heavily. Emily’s lips were swollen, her eyes glazed with a mixture of shock and deep, unadulterated arousal. She was completely trapped in Kaitlyn’s orbit, entirely willing to follow wherever her manager led next.
Kaitlyn looked down at Emily’s flushed face, a slow, dark smile spreading across her lips. "This is just the beginning of what you're going to do for me, Emily."
Over the next two weeks, the atmosphere inside Miller Emily was on her knees under the desk, completely consumed by the pleasure of serving her manager, while Kaitlyn controlled every movement from above.
After several minutes of intense, wet sucking, Kaitlyn gently pulled her foot back, leaving Emily breathless, her lips glistening.
"You are so wonderfully compliant," Kaitlyn whispered, looking down at her breathless new hire. "Get up on the desk, Emily. Lay on your stomach."
Emily’s pulse roared in her ears. She knew what was coming next. The anticipation of impact play, of being marked by the woman she so desperately wanted to please, made her stomach flip with an intoxicating blend of nervousness and desire.
"Yes, mistress," Emily whispered, using the word for the very first time, cementing her consent.
She stood up on shaky legs, her nylons sliding against the carpet, and cleared a space on the wide mahogany desk, pushing the tax files aside.
She climbed onto the smooth, cool wood, lying flat on her stomach, her skirt riding up to her waist, leaving her round, nylon covered bottom completely exposed to the room.
The mahogany wood of the desk felt cool against Emily’s cheek as she laid flat on her stomach.
Her heart pounded so violently against the hard surface that she was certain Kaitlyn could hear it.
Her short pleated skirt was pushed completely up to her waist, leaving her lower half entirely bare except for the sheer, dark smoke toned nylons tightly encasing her thighs and her round, pert ass.
The thin material offered absolutely no protection, highlighting the vulnerable curve of her cheeks under the dim office lights.
Behind her, she heard the smooth slide of Kaitlyn’s leather chair rolling back. Then, the quiet, deliberate sound of Kaitlyn’s bare feet stepping across the plush rug.
"Look at me, Emily," Kaitlyn commanded softly.
Emily turned her head, resting her chin on her crossed forearms, looking back over her shoulder.
Kaitlyn stood over her, towering and magnificent.
Her crimson tipped toes sank slightly into the rug, and her silk blouse was slightly disheveled from the heat of their previous moments.
In her right hand, Kaitlyn held a heavy, professional leather portfolio cover she had picked up from the side table.
It was thick but flexible, a perfect corporate substitute for a paddle.