The little noises
My dangerous little noises, ahh what they do to you.
A quite little sigh and you cock your head in my direction. I sit across from you excited but disappointed in your lack of attention this evening. You try and dismiss the quick heated thought that my petulant sigh evokes in your mind. I add a caress across your strong arm with a whimper this time. You look at me and I offer a coy smile; you return to your papers after reposition yourself in the chair to block my attempts for further attention. I’m up for the challenge, I know my opponent well.

I remove my blazer then stretch my arms up behind my back, twisting and stretching my upper body, inches away from you. I inhale deeply, shaking off the stretch “umm, much better”. From your preoccupation with your papers I get a tilted head and half grin. Not enough, I must regroup and plan again.

Out comes one high heeled leg, I rest it on your knee, using you to kick off the shiny black shoe. I let the shoe fall to the floor and move my warm foot up your thigh, slowly towards the middle of your open legs. You offer the exasperated inhale this time, thrusting a little further forward, reaching to meet my targeted assault. I giggle and lick my lips. The strategy seemed to be working, but I need more reaction to be satisfied that I’ve de-armed you from the papers you’re still holding.

I remove my leg from your lap and slid my small chair even closer to you. The delicate flower clip is removed from my tightly wound hair and my long blond locks fall down around my neck, collar and shoulders, as you always prefer. I shake it out around me and my released hair fills the air with the smell of berries and spice. I sacrifice one shirt button of my own to enact my devious plan to bring you once again under my merciless control.

“ohh” I peep as the open button exposes the top of my ample and curved breasts, with just a touch of intricate black lace showing off. With this, I won a heated turn of your head, a glance up at my face and a longer glace down my neck to my fleshy offering. Finally, a smile slowly breaks from your tight lips. It’s the smile that always excites the nerve endings throughout my body. You clear your throat in a slightly disapproving manner that attempts to scold me, but the lasting smile weakens your defensive maneuver too much for an effective chastising.

I mount a strategic move, sure to give me the upper hand. Just after your eyes had resettled on their initial preoccupations with numbers and paperwork I lean in close to your ear. I moan “ummm, nice” in the most saultery way possible. At the exact same time I reach into the gap I created in my shirt, forcing another button to pop open from the pressure of my searching hand.

I inhale quickly with a high pitched sound at the end; I’ve found my weapon now, much to the pleasure of your full attention now. I pull the taut nipple from its home, just over the lace. This time it’s your groan I win. In addition to your guttural and low moan I succeed in gaining a shift of your body in my direction. Now facing me, the chair creaks as you slide lower down into it, allowing the papers to fall from your hand onto the floor in scatterd directions.

Satisfied? Yes I am, but not yet victorious. Until you abandon all constraint and give in to me I’m not inclined to believe I’ve “won” in the true sense.

Resting an elbow on the armrest of your chair, you place your chin and cheek in your hand, poised to enjoy the show, I mount stage two. I pout and whimper again, still grasping at myself in an offertory way. You raise your eyebrows in a display of control and an expression of willingness to engage my attempt. It’s as though you are saying “bring it on, show me what you got” type of attitude you’re famous for.

I recapture my swollen deep pink nipple which had retreated back below the black lace due to my inattention. With my opposite hand I cup the lower part of my breast and thrust it as far up as it will go, simultaneously, I lower my mouth towards the nipple I have secured between my fingers; a small groan erupts from me. You lurch forward in your old chair, eyebrows raised once again. I lower my mouth further parting my lips while you move even closer to the end of your seat, struggling with the uncooperative belt of your suit pants.

I look at you, wink an eye and nuzzle my face into my awaiting chest, my hair covering the precise illustrations of my attack. With my breast pushed uncomfortably high, I allow my lips to at first just graze the fingers that imprison my anxious bud between them. I roll my head and lips side to side, stopping to look your way once. I’m close now, you’re almost there, I can see it in your eyes. My heated wet tongue darts over the tip of my sacrificial lamb. I begin my own guttural moan “ummm” with a final yelp at the end when my teeth take and share their pearl between them. As my fingers let go of the nipple, I secure it between my biting teeth, I squeal and moan again. The pleasure and the pain, mixing like water and oil, are impossible to force together, one always wins out over the other.

You’re on your feet now, breathing in pants and heaves of your own. You’ve successfully maneuvered the belt from your pants and whip it off in a fluid motion. You grab the belt at either end and raise it up over our heads then behind my back and down to my waist. In the harsh movement I was waiting for, you thrust my body into yours, fast and hard.

The action obviously forced me to let go of my playful, now abused ruby and face you. You smile wide again, catch my eyes with yours and say “mine”. I smile back and ask “I win?” “Yes, you win” you declare defeat much to my pleasure. You’re lips proceed to attack every inch of me in some effort to mark your territory. In this instance, in this victorious moment I am free to give in to you, to surrender my body and mind to your possession