Confessions of a libra

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30.05.25

I walked behind his chair and leaned over him. Sliding my hands down his chest I leaned in and whispered in his ear.

“I hope you know seeing you in those shorts makes me hungry every time,” I whispered in sensuous tones.

He let out a breath and I could practically see his brain glitching. I ran a nail from his ear down his neck, and he opened up ever so slightly.

“I’ve got another hour’s work to do,” he said helplessly.

I could tell in his tone that he was looking for excuses. His heart was already mine in this moment. His lust, his sight and his dignity. A small stamp of a bite on his ear and I knew he was holding on by a thread. His hands balled up into fists and I whispered some more dangerous things.

“What if I make this really quick,” my tone a sultry lover’s embrace.

I licked him in one long motion up his neck then I suckled his lobe for good measure.

“Honey, I – “

“- It’s Mistress to you, for the next… 10 minutes.” My tone was final and absolute.

I felt his resolve melt away first in his body then his yes, mistress. I spun him around to face me. Then I stared into his eyes, as I unbuttoned my shirt to reveal a dusty pink bustier. Lacey while perfectly complimenting my skin. His eyes unashamedly roved and drank me in. His shorts strained by the weight of his arousal. I leaned over him, with my neck close to his face.

“Take a whiff,” I commanded.

He knew not to touch me unwarranted, but I feel his wet nose on my skin as he inhaled. He drank me in like wine fumes. I stepped back.

“What did that smell like to you,” I asked.

“You smell like a grown ass woman I need on me immediately,” he practically moaned it out. His desperate tone an invisible stroke to my sensitive spots.

Of course he would say that, and I have to withhold rolling my eyes. He always knows the right thing to say. He shifts in his seat and he rubs a hand on his thigh as a coping mechanism. I take a step toward him again and lift his chin with a single finger.

“Good boy,” I purred. “But it’s not enough to be clever with your words.”

He opened his mouth slightly as though to rebut but nothing came out. I brought my lips to his and hovered dangerously close. I felt him beneath me trying to be so good, so deserving. I let go and removed my underwear from under my pencil skirt. Balling it into a fist, I stood in front of him with my index finger in his mouth. I played with him for a second, judging his concentration – dragging the anticipation.

“Open,” I commanded.

He opened his mouth further and I stuffed my bunched up underwear in his mouth. I leaned in to speak in his ear.

“You’re not done working. Finish what you started, keep it in your mouth and I’ll be downstairs with your reward.”

Written under Lilith’s juridiction.

Signed in bone and brilliance.