Slow Seduction (Struck by Lightning) by Cecilia Tan

window. His suit jacket and tie were draped over the back of the chair.
    I took off my clothes and folded them into a neat pile as instructed. When I had nothing on, I dropped to the velvet-soft purple carpet and crawled over to him. I debated as I went whether I should stop next to the chair or go all the way around to the front.
    Hmm. Was I allowed to ask? Or was the instruction sheet a kind of “silent treatment”? Or was it all a test to see how I would interpret its meaning? That seemed like the sort of thing he would do.
    I settled on crawling around in front of him and putting my head down on the carpet like it had been at the end of the “interview.”
    Seconds ticked by. I figured that was part of the test, too. We’d see which one of us got impatient first.
    He did. “Please me,” he said.
    I looked up. “Excuse me?”
    His expression was stern. “Did you not hear me? I said please me .”
    I blinked at him for a few more seconds, trying to think of what to do. “I don’t know you well enough to know what pleases you.”
    “Then it is your job to guess and find out,” he said.
    His shirt was unbuttoned partway. That gave me an idea.
    “May I touch you?” I asked.
    “Yes.”
    I reared up on my knees and shuffled forward to finish unbuttoning his shirt and untucking it from his trousers. Once it was free, I could see he was so erect that the red tip of his cock had pushed past his waistband. That gave me a very definite idea of something that might please him.
    I put my hands behind my back and worked his belt open using my teeth. At first it was a little tricky, but once I got the end free, it took one smooth pull to undo the buckle. His fly was a single button and not overly tight, which made it simple to open.
    All the movement made him even harder, and a good inch or two was protruding by the time I was ready to tug his waistband down farther with my teeth. I didn’t pull it far, only enough to expose another inch, and then I licked what was showing. He smelled spicy and clean, like he’d showered when he got here. I maneuvered the head into my mouth and sucked gently. I couldn’t tell how long he was, but the head fit easily in my mouth, making me think he was smaller than James.
    “Well, well, Karina, if I worried you were going to be frigid, I guess those worries are gone now.” He chuckled. “Without taking your mouth from where it is, what I’d like you to do next is reach between your legs and make yourself come. Keep sucking me. Do I need to tell you to be careful of your teeth? No? Good. Now go on.”
    My cheeks flared with heat as I did as he asked. Somehow sucking him wasn’t as personal as this. But I slid two fingers down my seam and wasn’t surprised to find how wet I was. My clit throbbed. I ran my fingers on either side of it and sucked a little harder to keep him firmly in my mouth.
    It became tricky as I got closer, as my breathing grew choppy and little sounds of desire burbled up my throat. Concentrating on not biting him, keeping my tongue and head moving, while also trying to get myself off, was difficult. I think it was supposed to be.
    He made it easier when he got impatient, I think, or overwhelmed with desire, and sank his fingers into my hair, taking charge of my head and moving me up and down on him. Now all I had to do was keep breathing and rubbing myself furiously.
    I expected him to stop me before I could come. That was what always happened in these situations, isn’t it? Doms seemed to deny you at the last second.
    Not this time.
    When I started to come, I made seal noises, muffled by the cock in my mouth.  Ngh ngh ngh.
    “Keep going!” he hissed, his voice rough. “Make yourself come again!”
    Ngh ngh ngh!
    I didn’t really have a second orgasm so much as that first one didn’t end and instead went to the next level. He came with a shout, his cock jerking in my mouth as he shoved himself deep. It was too sudden for me to even try to pull away, and he