Chapter 3: Set Up
The air in the bathroom felt heavy, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration and embarrassment. My cheeks burned, and I struggled to maintain my composure, clenching my fists under the water. But then, I realized something. I could use this situation to my advantage.
I took a deep breath and locked eyes with John. "Do you see this, John?" I asked, gesturing to my body with a wave of my hand. "Do you know what it means to be a woman in this position of power, in a world dominated by men? now take that cock out and masturbate while i watch you." I asked, my voice low and sultry, my eyes never leaving his.
John hesitated for a moment, surprise etched on his face. Then, slowly, he reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling out his already hardening cock. He started to stroke it, his eyes never leaving mine.
"That's it, John," I coaxed, spreading my legs wider, giving him a clear view of my pussy. "Show me how much you like watching me."
His strokes became faster, more urgent, his breathing ragged. after some time he cums on the glass covering her pussy , she looks at him and says "Clean it up, John." He looks at her with confusion, but she just smirks and points at the mess on the glass. He hesitates for a moment, then leans down and starts licking his own cum off the glass, making sure to cover every inch of it. Andrea watches him, her pussy throbbing with desire, as he cleans up his mess. Once he's done, she nods approvingly and says, "Good boy. Now, come here."
John stands up, his cock already hardening again, and steps closer to the bathtub.
The cool tile met his knees as he obeyed, his hard cock bobbing as he settled at the edge of the tub. Steam rose from the water, carrying the faint, clean scent of soap undercut by something muskier. Andrea leaned forward, her purple eyes locked on his, and traced a wet finger from his temple down to his lips.
He flinched at the touch but didn’t pull away. “Look at you,” she murmured, her voice a low hum that competed with the drip of the faucet. “Just a trembling intern on his knees for a Director.”
Her hand slid down, fingers curling firmly around the base of his shaft. He gasped, his hips giving an involuntary jerk. “You haven’t answered my earlier question.” she whispered, her thumb smearing the bead of pre-cum that had welled at his tip. “Tell me.”
“Last night,” he blurted out, his breath hitching as her grip tightened. “In my quarters. I thought about…about the lab. About you.”
A slow, possessive smile spread across her lips. “You are such a good boy,” she said, her tone dripping with condescending praise. Her other hand came up, cupping his cheek, her thumb stroking his skin. “And was it good for you? Thinking of me while you fucked your own fist?”