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Introduction:

Read chapter 1 for an introduction to the characters

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* Emily *

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The eve of the big presentation had arrived, and I found myself back in my office working late with Mei – the weight of looming deadlines pressing down on both of us like a heavy fog that refused to lift.

As we sat hunched over the conference table, reviewing every detail of our presentation one last time, fatigue and stress began to seep into our exchanges. Every sentence seemed laced with tension – each of us trying to keep the other in line while also managing the pressure from the client.

"You need to make sure you get that slide right," I said testily, pointing at a particularly complex graph on my laptop screen.

"I know what I'm doing, Emily," Mei replied, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. "I've been over this a dozen times already."

My eyes narrowed slightly as I took in the defensiveness creeping into her tone – a subtle reminder that we were both stretched to our limits and on edge. But even as I recognized it, my frustration bubbled over.

"It's not just about knowing what you're doing," I snapped, gesturing wildly with my hand. "It needs to be perfect."

The room fell silent for a moment before Mei spoke up again – this time her words more measured but still carrying the weight of her growing agitation. "I understand that we need this to be flawless, Emily. But there's no reason for you to snap at me like that."

"Yeah... I know. But if you could just follow my lead..." I muttered begrudgingly, my gaze dropping back to the screen.

As the night wore on and our exhaustion deepened, the atmosphere within the room grew increasingly charged – our conversations taking on a sharper edge with every passing minute. The stress of the looming deadline seemed to amplify even the smallest missteps, transforming what should have been minor disagreements into full-blown conflicts.

On several occasions, I found myself biting back curses and snide remarks, Mei's attempts to reason with me being met with more forceful assertions of my authority. And yet, as much as I wanted to blame it on our stress levels or the pressure we were under, there was a small part of me that reveled in this surge of assertiveness – using it to push back against the boundaries I knew Mei was trying so hard to maintain.

As she sat across from me, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat – an expression that seemed to hold more than just simple respect or admiration. It was as if there were secrets lurking in the depths of those dark pools that only I could see, and it sent shivers down my spine.

And so, even though our presentation loomed large on the horizon and every minute counted, I found myself drawn back into this strange dance with Mei – each of us testing the other's limits as we wove through the delicate balance of submission and control.

It was in one of those moments, when my patience finally wore thin and the strain between us reached a boiling point, that I decided to push her – to test the boundaries even further and see just how far Mei would let me go.

"Listen," I said abruptly, my voice low but firm as I leaned across the table towards her. "Do you really understand what's at stake here? What I need from you in order for us to succeed?"

Mei hesitated for a moment before nodding – her eyes never leaving mine as she acknowledged the unspoken truth between us.

"Then answer me this: Would you do anything I demand, no questions asked?"

The room fell silent once again, the weight of those words hanging heavy in the air like a challenge. For what felt like an eternity, Mei stared back at me – her gaze unwavering and filled with something that looked almost like determination.

"Yes," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper but carrying the conviction of a thousand unspoken promises. "I will do anything you ask."

As those words left her lips, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest – the pulse of desire coursing through me like a river freed from its bonds. It was as if we had crossed some invisible threshold into a new realm where only one thing mattered: the exploration of power and surrender.

And so, even as our deadline loomed large on the horizon and the stakes remained high, I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden behind those dark eyes – what other depths of submission and control Mei was willing to dive into. The thought alone sent shivers down my spine and left me yearning for more.

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* Mei *

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I walked into my apartment late that night, exhausted but oddly exhilarated from our latest work session with Emily. We had made fantastic progress on the presentation and I knew we were both confident it would be a success come tomorrow.

As I stepped into my kitchen, I couldn't shake off the overpowering feelings of confusion that lingered long after we parted ways for the night. While part of me was elated by our accomplishments, another part of me was still reeling from Emily's sudden change in demeanor.

Emily had always been a forceful personality, but tonight she seemed to take on an entirely new level of dominance and authority that left me feeling both frustrated and inexplicably aroused. I couldn't help but think about how the look in her eyes had sparked something deep within me - a desire to submit that I hadn't experienced before.

As I poured myself a glass of wine, I noticed with a sinking feeling that my alcohol consumption over the course of this project was escalating at an alarming rate. I tried to convince myself it wasn't entirely my fault, given the stressful nature of our work and the pressure we were under.

But deep down, I knew that wasn't entirely true. The wine had become more than just a stress reliever - it had begun to serve as an escape from the growing tension between Emily and me. And it allowed me to lower my inhibitions and let my mind roam through thoughts and fantasies that I would never dare explore in normal times. And tonight was no exception.

I took my glass and walked over to sit on my couch, feeling the familiar comfort of my own space after the chaos that had been our office for most of the evening. As I sipped my wine, my mind kept drifting back to those moments when Emily's control over me had pushed all my buttons - both in anger and desire.

I couldn't deny it any longer: despite the frustration I felt at her bossiness, there was a part of me that thrived under her authoritative rule. Each sharp comment from her lips seemed to draw out an intoxicating mixture of fear and longing within me, making my stomach clench with both anxiety and arousal.

And then there was the question - the dreaded question - that Emily had asked before our session came to a close: "Would you do anything I demand, no questions asked?" The memory of answering "Yes" still lingered in my mind like an open wound, raw and exposed to the elements. And my answer had not been conditional: I hadn't said "Yes, I would do anything you asked". I had been adamant: "Yes, I will do anything you ask"

I knew with every fiber of my being that my answer had gone far beyond what was required of me as her colleague and employee. It was a promise - an offering of my complete submission to Emily's whim. And once those words left my lips, I could tell by the look in her eyes that she understood exactly what they meant.

The thought alone sent shivers down my spine and made my heart race like a jackrabbit. A pungent cocktail of fear, excitement, and desire swirled inside me as I fought back the urge to run my fingers over myself - to explore the newfound depths of my submission.

But tonight was not the night for such indulgences. I had an early morning ahead of me tomorrow, and the presentation we'd worked so hard on loomed large in the back of my mind. With a deep breath, I set aside my wine glass and made myself get up from the couch.

My body protested as I shut off the living room lights and headed for bed, feeling the residual energy of our late-night work session still coursing through me like an electric current. As I slid under the sheets, I couldn't help but fantasize about what it might be like to give myself completely over to Emily's every whim.

But in the end, I resisted the temptation to touch myself while indulging in my fantasies and instead, I closed my eyes, trying to clear my mind for sleep. It wasn't easy at first, my body felt alive with unspent desire, yearning for a touch from Emily that would put an end to this tantalizing torment, but finally my body succumbed to exhaustion and sleep claimed me.

Leaving me with dreams of domination and submission - dreams of Emily.

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* Emily *

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I stood before our team in the bright, spacious boardroom, surveying the happy chaos that surrounded me. We had all worked tirelessly on this project together, and it was finally time to reap the rewards.

"Alright, everyone," I announced, my voice echoing around the room. "We did it! The presentation was a total success, and the client validated our campaign without any changes. This is an incredible accomplishment for all of us!"

I scanned the room, meeting each team member's gaze as they shared in the collective sense of victory that filled the air.

"You all deserve so much credit for your hard work," I continued, my heart swelling with pride. "The dedication and commitment you've shown throughout this project have truly paid off."

Cheers erupted around the room, glasses clinking together in celebration as my team exchanged high-fives and backslaps.

"I know I have pushed all of you very hard over the past weeks. I have been bossy, bitchy even, while trying to complete this project in time". I paused while I kept scanning the room slowly, my colleagues remaining silent. My eyes stopped on Mei as I resumed my chain of thoughts.

"I have been hard on some of you, ordering you to act without questions," I continued, locking my gaze on Mei. She knew I was now speaking to her alone.

"But your compliance was essential and instrumental to our success today. And it has brought me an enormous amount of pleasure ..." I lingered on that word for a second and then finished my thought, "... to see you thrive in this exciting project. Congrats to all!".

I tore my eyes away from Mei's, who was visibly stirred by my words, as renewed cheers echoed throughout the room. I motioned everyone to calm down, as I wanted to end the speech with a bang.

"I also want to invite each of you to a special celebration tonight at The Shallow End Tavern," I added with a smile. "It's been such an incredible journey together, and I can't wait to celebrate that with all of you. My treat!"

The room erupted into even more cheers as my team began gathering their things.

"Let's wrap up what we need to do here today and get out of the office," I suggested, looking around at the smiling faces before us. "I'm buying, so don't be shy about enjoying yourselves tonight!"

With that final statement, our team quickly gathered their belongings and headed out of the office, leaving behind only Mei and me.

As we cleaned up what was left of our work from this project, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within me. Tonight would mark the beginning of something new for both of us – an opportunity to explore just how far my control over Mei could go.

I walked over to her desk, watching as she sorted through folders and papers. Her hands were calm and measured, belying the inner turmoil I knew had to be brewing within her.

"Mei," I said in a controlled but firm tone, "you are coming tonight to celebrate, right?"

She looked up at me briefly before returning her attention to her work. "I don't know, Emily... I'm so tired. Maybe it would be better if I just spent an early evening at home, resting."

My voice grew even firmer as I spoke. "You will come tonight. It's important to me that you're there."

Mei sighed softly and finally relented. "Alright," she said quietly. "I'll try to be there."

But I wasn't satisfied with her half-hearted attempt at compliance. My voice cut through the room like a knife as I interrupted her. "No, Mei. You will be there!"

Her eyes snapped back up to meet mine, and in that moment I could see the gears turning in her head – the realization that she had no choice but to submit to my will if we were going to keep exploring our ever evolving relationship.

With each passing second, I could sense the electricity between us growing more palpable, our connection charged with the raw energy of unspoken desire. The air around us crackled with tension as she finally relented to my command.

"I'll be there," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. Even hunters can fall victim to apprehension. I watched as Mei put the last folder away and straightened up her desk. Her movements were measured and deliberate, and I could sense a quiet determination emanating from her.

"Good girl, Mei" I said, without even thinking about it. It came out naturally, as if I had finally accepted to openly voice my role as a dominant. She shivered at my words, her mouth slightly open, giving me a glimpse of a tongue whose softness I was hoping to experience as soon as I could.

"Thank you for everything, Emily," she said sincerely, looking up at me once more.

I smiled back at her, my heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. "You're welcome, Mei. But don't tank me just yet. Wait until later tonight."

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I entered The Shallow End Tavern with a sense of anticipation coursing through my veins. Tonight would mark the beginning of something new for both Mei and me – an opportunity to explore just how far my control over her could go.

As I walked into the pub, I was greeted by the jubilant shouts and laughter of our team. They had clearly already started celebrating without us, their excitement palpable as they clinked glasses together.

I glanced around the room until I spotted Mei at a table near the bar, surrounded by our team members who were all engaged in lively conversation and drinking games. She caught my eye briefly before returning her attention to the group around her.

With a determined smile plastered on my face, I made my way through the throng of people toward Mei's table. As I approached, the sounds of laughter and chatter began to drown out any doubts that may have crept into my mind. This was going to work; it had to.

"Hey everyone!" I exclaimed as I arrived at the table. "How's the celebration going so far? And why are there empty glasses on the table?!?"

The team erupted in cheers and clapped in response, making me feel even more confident in my plan. My eyes locked onto Mei, who seemed somewhat uneasy with all the noise and cheering happening all around her.

I decided to sit next to her, sliding my chair closer as I ordered a round of drinks for everyone at the table. As the bartender prepared our orders, I found myself becoming increasingly bold, placing an arm around the back of Mei's chair and playfully teasing her about her lack of participation in their drinking games.

Throughout the evening, I made sure to keep a steady stream of drinks flowing, gradually increasing their potency as the night wore on. Our team members, already well into their cups, continued to revel in each other's company, but Mei seemed more and more affected by my constant presence at her side.

As the music began to grow louder, and the energy in the room reached a fever pitch, I started to subtly inch closer to Mei, creeping up against her whenever possible. My lips would occasionally brush against her ear as I pretended to share some inside joke or remark with her over the cacophony of noise around us. Her black hair was in a ponytail and the goosebumps that appeared at the base of her neck did not go unnoticed by me.

I watched closely for any signs that my advances were becoming too much for her; that she might be reaching her limit on alcohol and was becoming susceptible to my manipulation. The only indication, however, was a faint blush creeping across her cheeks each time I touched her, a blush that became visibly redder whenever I whispered something in her ear.

As the night wore on, more and more of our team members fell victim to their own inebriation, and one by one, they stumbled out of the pub into the cool night air, crowding into Ubers I ordered for them. When it came down to it, there were only a few stragglers left: Mei, myself, and a handful of other staff members who seemed determined to continue the party despite their increasingly wobbly legs.

I decided that it was time to make my move.

"Time for us to get going," I said to Mei, gesturing toward the door with a playful grin. "This celebration was well deserved, and a whole lot of fun, but it's time for a bit of quiet time, don't you think?". My lips brushed against her earlobe with that last question.

Her face flushed at my words, but she was unable to muster an appropriate response. Perhaps that was due to her slightly inebriated state, but I hoped it was because my words flustered her.

"I'm calling an Uber for myself," I continued, ignoring her inability to respond. "You'll be riding with me – so that we can make sure you get home safe."

Mei turned her face towards mine, her lips narrowly missing mine, she had evidently failed to realize how close to her I was. "It's ... it's ok, Emily, I can manage to get home all by myself" she said, hesitantly.

"Nonsense," I replied, a little louder than I intended, "you're coming with me!". At that very moment, I pictured her actually coming with me and I felt moistness seeping into my panties. I took Mei's hand and stood up abruptly. "Grab your things, we're going!" I said, my tone intransigent.

Mei was surprised, but reluctantly agreed to ride with me, and soon enough our Uber pulled up outside the pub. I opened the door to the backseat for her, my voice low and commanding as I instructed her to sit down on the seat. "Get in," I ordered, my tone brooking no argument. She did so hesitantly but eventually settled into the seat.

I was still clasping Mei's hand, like a mother holding on to her child, and she seemed to have accepted this as a casual gesture of friendship. As we pulled away from the curb, I slid closer to her along the bench seat, ensuring that our shoulders were pressed together. The Uber driver chatted idly with us through the front seats, completely unaware of the brewing tension between Mei and me.

"Did you have fun tonight?" I asked her, my voice still low but more intimate now that we were alone in the backseat. "As far as I`m concerned, I sure did – it was wonderful to see the entire team so happy and relaxed."

Mei managed a small smile, though her eyes betrayed her continued reluctance. She tried to pull her hand away from mine as they jointly rested on the seat between us, but I firmly held onto hers.

"Mei," I said, my voice softening slightly while still maintaining control. "I want you to know how much I value the time we have spent together over the last several weeks. It means a lot to me – and I think we've only started to uncover how much more we could achieve together."

Her cheeks flushed at my words, but she remained silent, unable or unwilling to muster any kind of response.

I leaned in even closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered "Don't you think we could do great things together in the future if you keep following my lead?". I tentatively stuck out my tongue and let it barely caress the rim of her ear. Her hand trembled in mine as she closed her eyes and sighed noticeably.

"Emily," she whispered breathlessly, "I... I don't know how much more I can give to you. I have poured my heart into our work and...". I raised my index finger against her lips to interrupt her. "Shhhh, Mei... I am not talking about work anymore," I whispered. This time, my tongue traced the length of her outer ear, sliding back down to her lobe, which I flicked once or twice.

Mei moaned as her hand gripped mine with force. Was it my imagination, or did I see her pelvis pushing up slightly? A move that was so subtle yet so overtly sexual that I could feel my own labia becoming intensely aroused and wet.

As the Uber driver pulled up outside her apartment building, Mei fumbled for her door handle in an attempt to free herself from my grasp. But as she went to open the door, I quickly pulled her back to me, holding her firmly in place.

I rested my hand on her cheek and forced her to face me. My eyes were locked on hers, my lips millimeters from hers. "Aren't you going to invite me in?".

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* Mei *

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I step out of the Uber, feeling the cool night air envelope me as I leave the confines of the car. My heart pounds in my chest, and my palms are slick with sweat. It's difficult to ignore the throbbing between my legs as Emily holds tightly onto my hand. I did not answer her last question. My body just took over, seemingly without any control from my head.

As we ascend the steps leading up to my apartment, I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and fear. The anticipation is almost too much for me to bear – tonight, she will make me hers, and it's an intoxicating thought that threatens to overwhelm me at every turn.

Once inside, Emily tugs on my hand, guiding me around to face her in the small entrance hall. Her eyes gleam with an unfathomable light as she asks if I'm ready for the next phase of our relationship. My breath catches in my throat, and I can only manage a shaky, excited nod.

I feel like I'm drowning in desire, unable to catch my breath or think clearly as Emily's grip on my hand tightens. I want to break - or delay as much as possible - the tension by asking if she wants a drink, but before I have the chance, she takes control of the situation and releases my hand with a sudden movement.

"You know what you said to me when I asked if you would do anything for me," she reminds me sharply, her voice tinged with authority. I do remember. She knows it, she reads it in my eyes, but I can tell she wants me to say it out loud.

"Yes" I whisper. "I know what I said".

"And will you abide by what you said then?" she asks, her eyes narrowing as if trying to pierce through my jumbled thoughts.

I swallow hard, trying to steady myself as Emily's eyes bore into mine. She steps closer, her body invading my personal space until our chests are pressed together. "Yes," I reply, "I will do anything you ask of me". As the words leave my mouth I feel my pussy releasing additional moisture, my panties are positively drenched by now.

"Then strip for me," she commands, her voice low and husky in a way that sends shivers down my spine.

Shock registers on my face, but I know better than to argue with her now. Instead, I slowly start removing my clothes as Emily watches me closely, offering words of encouragement when I falter or hesitate. The act itself seems almost like a ritualistic dance between us – one that brings us ever-closer together. When I am down to only panties and a bra, I cover my small breasts in a pointless act of modesty.

She cocks her head and raises an eyebrow as a slight grin appears on her lips. She need not tell me anything, I know she wants me to remove everything. She is a predator, and I am her meal. But in this scenario, the prey wants to be eaten. My bra has a font clasp, so it's impossible to remove without baring my breasts in front of her hungry eyes. But at this point, I have accepted my fate and I comply with her silent request, with my plain white cotton panties soon following suit.

She walks over to my couch and motions me to sit next to her. I feel vulnerable and exposed in nothing but my bare skin. She slowly removes her jacket and shoes, with calculated moves, enjoying my embarrassment. She is now wearing only a pair of pants and a white blouse that hugs her curves. The sight makes my heart race even faster as she unbuttons the top few buttons of her shirt, making it clear that she's not wearing any bra beneath. I recall fantasizing about her breasts eons ago, and seeing them now so near me, almost bare, literally at arm's length, is making my head dizzy.

As I sit there, trying to catch my breath, Emily asks me if I've ever masturbated while thinking about her. My cheeks flame red at the bluntness of her question. Is she guessing? Is she reading my thoughts? Either way, I shamefully admit the truth – "Yes, I have". She smirks at this revelation and instructs me to lean back against the couch.

"Caress yourself," she orders, "as you do when you get home from working with me". She pauses before adding "Isn't that something you've done before?". To which I can only nod in agreement. She sternly adds "But don't come yet, not until I give you permission".

Her words send a jolt of electricity through my body, making every nerve ending in my pussy tingle with excitement. With trembling fingers, I reach down between my legs and begin touching myself as Emily watches me with an intense gaze.

My wetness is exposed and obvious. Emily's gaze moves from my pussy to my breasts where she pauses, briefly licking her lips in anticipation, then up to my eyes where she reads my wanton desires.

She tells me exactly what she wants to see – the way my fingers should move, the speed at which I touch myself, even how much pressure to apply. Her voice is like a constant whisper in my mind, guiding me through this delicate dance of desire that threatens to consume us both completely. This is the Emily of my private fantasies, the one that made me come so hard in the past. But the present Emily is made of pure flesh and bones.

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* Emily *

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Oh my... she is so wet. As soon as she opened her legs to my eyes, I saw her glistening shaved pussy and I know it won't be long before my tongue laps those juices from her labia.

"Tell me," I ask her, my voice low and husky, "what does it feel like when you touch yourself?"

Mei hesitates before answering, swallowing hard in the silence. "It...it feels good," she admits finally, her cheeks reddening even further. "But being here with you, like this...it makes everything else seem so much more intense."

I nod thoughtfully, taking a moment to consider her words. I can see the truth in them – the way Mei looks at me, the way she touches herself – and it only serves to fuel my own desires.

"Well," I begin, "let's make it even better then." I slowly reach up and begin caressing myself over my blouse, feeling the material rub against my sensitive nipples. My breath catches in my throat as I glance towards Mei and see her watching me intently, her own fingers stilling for a moment before resuming their gentle stroking.

"Tell me," I ask her again, "what do you want right now? What's driving that look in your eyes?"

I can practically hear Mei's thoughts racing as she struggles to put her desires into words. Finally, with a shaky breath and a hopeful gaze in my direction, she whispers, "I want to see you naked...to touch you...to taste you."

My own arousal spikes at her words – the way she says them makes it sound like they're unspoken desires she's been harboring for far longer than I'd ever imagined. I feel an overwhelming urge to give her what she wants and more.

"You want that, do you?" I ask her with a teasing smile, my own fingers continuing their dance over my blouse. "Tell me exactly how bad you want it."

Mei takes a deep breath before answering, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've been thinking about it since the first time we worked together... and then you said those words to me in the car, when you licked my ear. I can't stop thinking about touching your body – about tasting every inch of you."

My heart races at her confession, my own desire mounting as I glance down between Mei's legs and see how wet she is for herself – a sight that only serves to fuel my own hunger.

"Well," I say, making sure to keep my voice sultry and confident, "why don't you plunge a couple of fingers into that sopping wet pussy of yours and imagine they are mine".

Mei gasps as she obeys, the unexpected vulgarity of my words clearly having an effect on her, pushing two fingers deep inside herself, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before refocusing on me with a mixture of pleasure and surprise.

"Do you like that?" I ask her, watching closely for any sign of approval or denial. "Do you want more?"

I can barely keep up with the mounting pressure between us – the unspoken desires, the heavy air thick with anticipation, the soft moans escaping Mei's lips as she continues to fuck herself while I keep teasing my own breasts over my blouse. My nipples are so hard they are hurting as they rub against the soft fabric.

"Mei," I whisper, my voice filled with desire, "I want you to know how much this turns me on too. Tell me what it feels like when you imagine touching me – tasting me."

At my words, Mei's eyes snap open wide, her entire body tensing for a moment before relaxing into a sultry smile of her own. "I want you to control my every move. I want you to force me to make you cum, and I want to cum for you. I want to beg you to let me do all of that" she admits softly, her voice barely audible over the squelching sounds of her fingers being rammed increasingly harder in her pussy.

I feel an overwhelming urge to join in her masturbation then – to share this pleasure with her and bring us even closer together.

"Mei," I whisper again, making sure she hears the desperation in my voice, "will you let me take control of you and make you experience pleasure in a way you've never known before?"

She nods without hesitation, moaning out loud, her eyes sparkling with desire as they lock onto mine.

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* Mei *

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I lie back on the couch, my naked body damp with sweat and flushed from the intense stimulation. My fingers are still buried deep within me, but in my overstimulated imagination they are Emily's, her nails gently scraping against my sensitive walls. My other hand teases my clit, desperate for any kind of release but knowing that I can't come yet.

Emily leans into me. "Show me how much you want it," she whispers into my ear, her voice sultry and commanding as she watches me intently, her eyes filled with desire.

I shudder at her words, feeling the desperation building up inside me. I desperately want to please her – to make her cum along with me – but I know that she's in control of this situation. And so, I do my best to show her just how badly I need release.

"Please," I whimper softly, barely audible over our heavy breathing. "I need to come."

Emily only chuckles at my plea and continues teasing her nipples through her blouse, knowing that I am fixated on her and that every electric jolt her body feels while caressing herself ripples through my own body. The room fills with the sound of our ragged breaths, a mix between soft moans and desperate pleas.

"No," she says finally, her voice dripping with desire as she continues to caress herself over her shirt. "You need to make me come first."

My heart races at her words, the thought sending another wave of pleasure through my body. I nod desperately, unable to form any coherent response. The pool of juices growing underneath me on the couch only serves to further fuel my burning desire.

"Please," I repeat, my voice shaking with need and desperation. "I'll do anything you want."

My entire body tenses as Emily leans forward, her lips brushing against my ear before she whispers a single phrase: "Suck my nipples through my blouse."

At the same time, one of her hands reaches down and brushes against my throbbing clit, sending an electric shock straight to my core. I gasp at the sudden surge of pleasure, feeling myself teeter on the edge. I crane my neck and let my wet, warm tongue tease her hard nub. I hear her gasp as I urge on, my teeth scraping against her impossibly hard nipple.

"Tell me how much you want to please me," she murmurs throatily into my ear as her fingers continue their skilled teasing. She undoes one more button on her shirt and pulls the fabric aside, revealing her left nipple to my eyes. "And keep doing what you're doing," she says, while pushing her tit against my lips.

I can barely think straight anymore – all logical reasoning has been replaced by a primal need for release and the desire to make Emily come. My voice trembles as I whisper the words she wants to hear.

"I want to please you so badly," I admit, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment but also excitement. My tongue is tracing around and flicking her nipple. "Please let me make you come."

Emily's eyes sparkle with delight at my words, her own breathing growing more erratic. She leans back and continues directing our session, though now it feels like a dance – every movement, every caress is in perfect sync.

"Good girl," she whispers, her voice filled with desire as her fingers continue to tease my aching clit. "You're doing so well. But remember, you can't come until I say."

I nod again, barely able to focus on anything other than the desperate need for release building up inside of me. My body is slick with sweat and juices, my senses heightened like never before. Undoing yet another button from her blouse, she uncovers her other breast and pulls my head into it. "Lick it, you little slut. Lick it like you would want me to lick your clit," she breathes heavily. I almost come hearing those words coming out of her. I am a slut. Her slut. Her obedient, subservient slut.

With each stroke, with each whispered word from Emily, I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. And yet, her control over this situation keeps me teetering there, never quite reaching that peak.

"Please," I whimper again, more urgently than before. "Let me make you come."

Emily only chuckles darkly and continues her torturous teasing, never giving me what I want. My body quivers with each stroke, the room filled with our desperate moans and heavy breathing.

At last, she leans forward and licks my ear, her warm breath causing goosebumps to cover my entire body – at the same time she pinches one of my nipples and lets her finger trace down to my pussy, grabbing my clit between her fingers and squeezing hard, making me cry out in pain and pleasure.

And then, as if sensing my breaking point, Emily plunges one finger alongside my own in my pussy, then slides it out, leaving it slick with my juices. She gazes into my eyes as she pushes her wet finger into my mouth, making me taste all the pent up excitement leaking from my pussy as she leans in to whisper those three words: "Come now, slut."

Like a dam breaking, I feel my entire body erupt into the most intense climax I've ever experienced. My moans fill the room, my body shaking and spasming with each wave of pleasure that crashes over me. My body shakes uncontrollably, ripples of secondary orgasms washing over me. I blabber and cry and laugh, my juices flowing freely from my pussy. The cascade of pleasure is almost unbearable, I feel as if I am about to faint.

And through it all, Emily watches me intently – her own breathing erratic, her fingers caressing her tits with a desperation that matches my own. It's raw, primal carnal pleasure, a moment where all inhibitions are thrown to the wind and our bodies connect in ways we never thought possible.

When I finally come down from my orgasmic high, Emily looks at me with an expression of satisfaction before removing her blouse. She takes my hand and places it on her breast, guiding my fingers over her nipple as she watches me intently.

"You came before I did, you little slut," she whispers, a wicked grin playing on her lips.

"Now it's my turn".

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