Power Play: Kelsey and the Executive Read Online Free PDF Page B

full view of her in her white panties and black fishnet
stockings. He leaned in and grabbed her calf, cupping it in his hand and
lifting it so her black pump rested between his legs on the chair. She grabbed
onto his shoulders for balance and he smiled, his hand moving over her ankle,
her shin, her thigh.
    “I don’t
understand.” She looked down at him in wonder as he groaned and rested his
cheek against her thigh, eyes closed.
    “I can lose
control.” His words were a whisper, his kiss on her knee as light as a feather,
his fingers tracing the square pattern of the fishnets. “Such a small thing.”
    He looked up
at her and reached into his pants pocket. “You wouldn’t think that something as
small as this could make me lose control, would you?”
    “You.”
Kelsey gasped when he held up her black panties from yesterday. “You!”
    “Control is
in illusion.” He pushed her back and Kelsey stumbled, catching herself on the
desk. He was between her thighs before she could even think about protesting,
leaning into her, forcing her back. “In the end, we’re all already dead.”
    “Then why sell
insurance?” Her voice was trembling. “Why sell anything? Why do anything?”
    “Because
that’s what separates us from the animals.” He chuckled, nuzzling her ear,
whispering his words. She could feel his cock through his trousers—he was very
hard. “We’re civilized. ”
    “But that’s
an illusion too.” She slipped her arms around his neck, unable to resist the
feel of his body against hers, long and lean. It was Oliver all along. How
could she have ever thought it was anyone else?
    “Yes!” He
grabbed her thighs, gripping her stockings, his fingers digging in. “We can’t
help what we are.”
    She moaned
softly, wrapping her legs around him, locking them behind his back.
    “So we make all
these rules,” he whispered, rocking, his cock hard between her legs, far too
many clothes separating them. Kelsey whimpered, hanging on tight. “We repress
our instincts. We sell insurance.” He chuckled, gasping when she arched and
shifted her hips, pressing her crotch tight into his. “But we’re drawn to each
other.”
    “Like
magnets,” she panted, remembering what he’d said yesterday, feeling his breath
hot against her neck.
    “I make the
rules for your own good,” Oliver murmured, breathing in deep as he stood,
looking down at her sprawled across his desk. “When you come to work wearing
stripes… or these…”
    Kelsey
gasped as he grabbed her inner thighs, spreading them wider, his fingers hooked
into the holes in the fishnets. He looked at the surprise on her face, giving a
low groan as he gripped the material in his fists, pulling toward her knees,
the crotch splitting along the seam, the low sound of the fabric ripping
filling the room.
    She gaped
down at the hole in the crotch of her brand new Victoria’s Secret stockings.
Oliver was looking at it too, the expression on his face worth far more than
she’d paid for the fishnets. Her white cotton panties had a wet spot in the
crotch. She was so wet it was embarrassing.
    “I can’t
assure your safety around me if you wear things like this, Kelsey.”
    “Yes, sir,”
she whispered.
    “Fuck.” He
said the word as if it could save him, save them both, but she knew better. He
was already kneeling, burying his face in the wet fabric of her panties, his
hands moving under the ripped material of the fishnets, stroking her thighs.
    “Oliver!”
she cried, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. He nosed her panties
aside, burying his tongue in the hot, wet flesh of her pussy, sucking at her
clit. His mouth was skilled, his hands spreading her wide for the lash of his
tongue. She couldn’t help arching to meet him, her legs dangling off the edge
of the desk, her black pumps falling to the floor with a clatter.
    Masturbating
in the men’s bathroom and leaving her panties for some office stranger was one
thing, but this… this was