"You have such a nice cock, Jones," she said, taking hold of my shaft in one hand now, and looking up at me with a lusty grin. "Did I ever tell you that?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"It's been difficult for me to resist it, you know," she said, biting her lip as her focus returned to my swollen manhood. "But that's been necessary for your discipline."
"Yes, Ma'am."
She kissed the end of my manhood, and pumped the shaft a few times with her fingers, checking out the hardness, the girth. Then she closed her eyes and took the end of my cock inside her mouth, appearing to be in some state of bliss as her lips were sealed around me, bathing my sensitive tip in her warm wetness, as her hand pulled on my shaft.
After so long without attention, I had to focus hard to avoid a premature end.
For a few moments, as she withdrew me from her lips and amused herself with it, exploring the shape of my organ with her tongue and her lips, rubbing it gently over her velvet cheeks, smiling in delight as she played with it like a favorite toy, her womanly power seemed to soften, and she became almost girlish again in her thrill at experiencing my cock once again.
"Mmm… so beautiful…"
She'd hold it back and watch as her hand pumped me, then slip my purple helmet inside her irresistible hot mouth again, perhaps to suck me, perhaps to slide down my shaft and fill her cheeks with my pulsating flesh.
The number of times she looked up at me, with affectionate, possibly even adoring eyes, smiling even though her lips were wrapped tight around my girth, it felt somehow as though we were taking another brief vacation from our normal power relations.
She must have been ecstatic at our contract win - the first really big coup of her department leadership - and I was ecstatic that I'd been able to help her win it.
I now found myself caressing her head as she bobbed up and down on my shaft, running my fingers through all that silky brown hair, and I suddenly scared myself that this was a transgression of our rules. Yet she merely looked up at me and smiled again, tucking a rogue strand of hair behind her ear, and continued fucking me with her mouth.
Oh, she was so beautiful. The prettiest face ever to even look at me, let alone tend to my cock like that, a sight that seemed so obscene - my flesh all swollen and shiny, disappearing inside her full lips.
I was beginning to wonder if she meant me to finish in her mouth, and was even starting to fear making a wrong decision on this issue, when she stopped, withdrew my cock and now pulled herself up on the desk, leaning forward to draw my head to hers in an exquisite kiss. Her hand slipped around the side of my neck as we sucked and nibbled on each other's lips, tongues dancing and tickling and fluttering.
"You know that I love you, don't you, Jones?" she said, as though the celebration and apparent break from the rules allowed anything to be said now, even something as risky as the L-word.
Oh. My. God.
"Yes Ma'am," I said, trying so hard to be calm while heavenly choirs were singing inside me, cannons were firing in the distance, and every cell in my body was filling with burning, joyous energy.
She loved me.
"Even though we might have started off on the wrong foot, you are mine now," she said, with that oh-so-pretty smile, "and I do so love having you."
So this was what it felt like. God, I wished I'd known earlier in life - perhaps I wouldn't have wasted so much time bouncing from floozy to floozy. I should have been scouring one of Paul's online dating websites to search for The One. Except that right now, I knew who The One was, and she wasn't on any dating website.
"You're the best thing that ever happened to me," I said now, caressing her cheek as I gazed into her deep, dark brown eyes, making the most of this celebratory hiatus to risk breaking our Question Rule. "I love you more than life itself."
I saw a gently pink flush appear in her cheeks, and her smile stretched so wide as she took in what I'd said.
Then she whispered: "Show me."
She leaned back on the desk, twisting her legs under her so that her thighs could open up before me, presenting the beautiful little flower that lay between.
I knelt on the floor and kissed her glistening pussy lips, my tongue slipping out to tickle her there, tasting her now familiar but strongly addictive savory flavor as she lay back against the desk.
Her breathing became increasingly labored as I nibbled and sucked on her tender folds, delving my tongue inside her. I reached around one of her thighs to massage the flesh around her clit, my hand moving over her mound to access her little button from a different angle.
I looked up to see her hands clasping her breasts, coaxing her flesh and squeezing her impossibly hard nipples as though it was helping her continued fight for oxygen.