Thread: I'll have you begging, my pet [TheReapersWife + Rubyliday]

COMMERCIAL BANKING REPORT PROVIDES INDUSTRY PROFESSIONALS AND STRATEGISTS, CORPORATE ANALYSTS, BANKING ASSOCIATIONS, GOVERNMENT DEPARTMENTS AND REGULATORY BODIES WITH INDEPENDENT FORECASTS AND COMPETITIVE... Robert's mind droned on, his eyes of their own accord drifting up as he heard her open the cabinet in the kitchen. He couldn't help it now, his eyes wandering over her body, curves suggested and hinted at by the dainty nightgown she wore, disappearing beneath the drape of fabric only to imprint against it again, like a ghost. Watching her stretch up to grab a cup for herself, his gaze took in the slope of her creamy thighs as the gown hitched up with the movement and he swallowed heavily as his cock filled with blood at the sight. As she made herself breakfast, Robert tried to continue his work, taking a long gulp of his coffee to distract himself, but his eyes kept straying to her, watching her back as she worked in the kitchen. Remembering earlier that morning as he'd made himself breakfast, methodically going about it, cracking eggs into the pan and putting the toast into the toaster oven with a confidence and surety of one filing paperwork or a military man going through a drill that he did every day. Victoria made the kitchen a stage, becoming a dancer to his eyes, hips swaying as she got ingredients from the fridge, shoulders moving with a fluid grace as eggs were broken into the pan. Every movement no matter how small became erotic, nightgown flowing out around her legs as she moved, dipping between them teasingly as she came back to the table and took her seat again. As she sat down, Robert continued to glance at her, his eyes finding the spot between her legs as one leg was bent up and sitting on the seat. The angle of one leg being up stretched her underwear a bit and he caught a glimpse of her inner thigh where pussy and legs meet, the flesh a darker, rosy pink. Nothing showing but just the hint at the area that followed and he felt himself grow completely hard in his suit pants, the fabric in his lap bulging a little. Paper was held forgotten in his hands as he watched her finish, small delicate tongue peeking out at him to lick along plush, full lips, then moving over fingertips like a gentle snake caressing along them in an obscenely sensual manner. Realizing he'd been staring like a hungry dog, Robert cleared his throat heavily and glanced don at his papers, straightening them before giving her a small smirk. I know what you're doing... he said in a somewhat amused tone, his cock pulsing in his trousers as his eyes drank in the visible spot between her legs, her knee swaying open just a bit wider and making the fabric pop open a little more giving him a teasing glimpse of more intimate flesh before her leg swayed back in place. You know, I have to get this work done, my pet. If you continue to distract me, you will need to be punished. He smiled at her then, giving her a predatory look. There was something in him, and in his words, almost a dare... And he started to turn his attention back to his work once more, still smiling to himself knowingly, his posture one of absolute authority--whatever she chose to do now, there would be consequences .