Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
No, baby, you're not in charge. I am.
With one swift motion, I pull my hand out of her pants just as she's on the verge of coming. She lets out a little wine, and I give her tits some final attention.
"Please, Cameron, please don't stop. I'm so close."
I love to hear her beg for it. It's my ultimate intention to just hear those words come out of her mouth. I love to hear how much she wants me, she craves me, and how I'm all she thinks about.
Just then someone walks in. It's the temp secretary. She knows what goes on in this office, and it should be no surprise to her.
Nicole removes my other hand from her shirt, and gets embarrassed as she tries to cover up quickly.
My beautiful flower, that was blossoming so easily, is suddenly contracting away from my touch. This is the problem with Nicole. She has too many hesitations about this relationship, and that sets me on edge.
She should be giving into my every whim and desire by now, not closing up on me.
The secretary knows what's going on, and she doesn't seem fazed. She drops some papers on Nicole's desk and leaves without another word. But for Nicole, I can see this is a big boundary that's been crossed.
I'm gonna have to keep working with her to get her to open up more sexually. I need her to come undone at a moment's notice. I can't have this level of shyness.
"Nicole, I can see that really bothered you. You know that temp secretary has been working with us for a while. She knows what goes on in his office. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
She's buttoning up her shirt and trying to straighten out her outfit. Her face is flushed and her rosy cheeks reflect shame.
"I know, Cameron. I mean, I guess I know. I don't know. It just makes me uncomfortable to have someone walking in like that. I feel like I don't know what I'm doing here sometimes."
Wow, she's more flustered than I thought. I'm gonna have to take some time to work with Nicole.
And I think a good start would be spending the afternoon with her. I have some plans in mind.
"Okay, baby, you can take your time getting used to things. But don't take too long.
“For now, I'd like to take you shopping. I want to get you into some decent clothes. And most of all, I want to see you model them for me."
Her eyes widened at the possibility of an afternoon spent together like this. I'm dying to see her in some sexy lingerie, and so I urge her to pack up her things quickly, and meet me downstairs at the limo.
It's gonna be quite an afternoon, just the kind I look forward to.
Nicole's hesitation leaves hints of doubts in my mind, though. I'm gonna have to mull this over later. I'm obsessed with this girl, but I need to take things further.
And I hope Nicole is strong enough to go down that path with me.
Nicole
Just breathe. It's okay. It's only shopping. You can do this.
Cameron's taking me shopping, and I'm incredibly nervous.
Apparently, he thinks I have too many clothes on today, or that I'm covering up too much. I think I look perfectly fine, but he loves seeing me looking my best. And that means his standards of “best”.
This dominant quality of him always wanting to watch me is incredibly sexy, but it also makes me nervous.
I'm not an extrovert. I don't like to draw attention to myself. I'm not the life of the party, and I don't swagger into every room, expecting people to look at me.
I'm more of a hang in the back kind of gal. I'm not quite a wallflower, but I like to stay out of the way. Being the center of attention is not my thing.
But with Cameron, I'm always at the center of his attention. And that's what makes me apprehensive.
He's always watching me. I see him do it all the time, and even though it causes fiery lust to rise up within me, I'm doing my best to squelch that desire. It doesn't seem right, it doesn't seem natural.
But as it is, he's my boss, and I aim to do what he says. So I gather my purse and my coat, and I meet him downstairs at the waiting limousine.
I can't believe we're going shopping, and I can't imagine where he's gonna take me. He and I obviously have very different tastes. He was asking a lot of questions about my bra size and everything.
Little does he know that I buy most of my clothes at the mall. I try to look nice, yeah, but I guess you can say I'm a little bit conservative.
"You ready, baby?" he asks as he opens the door the limo.