My skin prickles as I see his fingers dig into his thighs. I am nearly bare, standing right in front of him with just my bra and underwear remaining. I have no idea what I am doing, but I am confident that he likes what he sees. My breath quickens as I wait for him to make the next move. His eyes slowly lower down my frame, like he is committing every inch of me to memory. Wearing basic black cotton underwear, with no lace or pretty details, I don’t move an inch, my breasts heavy as I pant in arousal.

As his eyes move back up my body, I decide not to wait for his next command. I want to make it obvious to him that I ache to have his hands all over me. I move my hands to my back and unclip my bra, letting it fall down my shoulders, following my dress to the floor. This move surprises him because I hear him intake a sharp breath, as his eyes hood, looking at my chest, my pink nipples now hard.

“Is this better?” I ask timidly, holding my breath for his answer. I let my hands fall down my shoulders, and my fingers trail down my chest, almost seductively, my skin is covered in goosebumps.

“Are you wet for me, Annie?” he asks, his voice deep and raspy, vibrating right to my core.

“Yes, Dante… very,” I reply in a whisper, again my cheeks blushing as his eyes blaze, scorching my skin, clearly enjoying my response.

He leans forward, and I feel his hands touch the backs of my thighs, his fingers trailing upwards, but this time, they don’t stop. He looks me in the eye, his face close to my chest, as his fingers reach my underwear and he grabs onto the waist band, before slowly pulling them down my legs. I move my hands and grip onto his desk on either side of my body as he pulls them all the way down, leaving me entirely naked in front of him. And he remains seated and fully dressed.

“Show me how wet you are,” he commands as his eyes pierce mine, and he leans back in his chair again. His jaw is clenching, and his nostrils flare as he waits for me to move. He still leaves the decision up to me to make. But I have no hesitation.

“Yes, Dante…” I say, this time with more confidence, and his eyes widen slightly as he raises his hand and rubs his jaw like I am a tasty meal being placed right in front of him.