[M4F] Well, Since I'm Not Actually Your Boss Anymore... [gentle Mdom][comfort][good girl]

Listen, I want to say this before either of us gets any drunker. No, no, I'm not drunk, but I get kind of sappy when I am, and I don't want to get this wrong.

I'll miss you. What? I will! I know we'll still see each other around the office, maybe at a meeting or three, but that's not the same. You've worked for me for two years, and I've really come to depend on you. If I could keep you around forever, I would.

No, no, I don't really mean that. That's selfish. You deserved this promotion, and I fought for you to get it. Yeah. When it looked like it was going to Carly instead I started shouting your name from the rooftops until the higher-ups took me seriously.

<quiet, almost shy> Yeah, I did. Because you deserve it. But I will miss you. I just wanted you to know that.

<reassuring> You don't need to be nervous, you're going to do great. I've never seen anyone with better organizational skills, you'll have no trouble keeping everything in line. You were already doing half my job by the end of your first year with me, the rest of it's not that much harder. I should be the one who's nervous, on Monday I get your replacement, and no one's even told me who it is yet. Someone will be at your desk when I walk in, and I'm going to have to smile even though it's not you.

<weak laugh> No, I guess it's not your desk anymore, but it's only been a few hours. You can't blame me if I still think of it as yours. It's going to be strange not seeing you every day.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't spoil our little celebration here by getting mushy. We're here because you're moving up and I wanted to make sure to see you off properly. Cheers! <sound of two bottles clinking together>

Come on, it's going to be hard for me to stay chipper if you're moping, too. I thought you'd happy about this. You can't be my support system forever, and you shouldn't be. You deserve more than that.

What...? I'm...I'm sorry. I had noticed you seemed a little down lately, but since we're both so careful to keep our personal lives out of work...I didn't want to assume anything. But if he left you...hell. I'm so sorry. That on top of the stress of moving to a new position...no wonder you can't seem to relax.

Maybe this is out of line, but I wish you'd told me sooner. I wish I could have helped, somehow. Was it...no, never mind. Too personal. Much as I'd like to think we're friends, we never have been. Never could have been. I was your boss. Can't be friends with your boss, not really.

But...we could be, now. To be honest, I never really saw you as a subordinate. I always knew you were better at the job than I was. Sometimes when I got called upstairs for a chat I wasn't expecting, I got worried that I was about to get fired, or at least shuffled off into some dead-end position, so they could give you my office. And if they had, you'd have deserved it. So I never saw you as anything less than an equal. Maybe even a threat. But that wasn't your fault, so I...I didn't want you to know I felt that way. It didn't happen, after all. I get to keep my job, and you get a better one. Everybody wins, right?

No, you don't need to be nervous about the job. I promise you that. But being upset about your breakup... <sigh> how can I help?

<surprised laugh when she hugs you> No, no, it's fine, you just startled me. No, don't pull away. <soothing> It's all right. I've got you. You can hold on to me, I'm not going anywhere. Monday morning, I'll be right where you left me.

Wait, what are you...? <surprised kissing>

<a moment or two of heavy breathing>

No, I never thought you... <clears throat> I guess we were both too professional to admit it. I tried so hard to hide my attraction to you...the last thing I wanted was to make you to feel uncomfortable. But when we met, I thought you were beautiful, and when I got to know you, you turned out to be thoughtful and smart and confident, too.

What? Are you honestly mad at me for thinking you're gorgeous? I never thought that's all you were. You're amazing. And if I hadn't been your boss I would have told you that a long time ago. I wanted to, more times than I can count.

Listen, there is a way I think I can help, but...but if you don't like the idea, feel free to slap me and stalk off in a huff, okay? Just don't throw me in front of HR for sexual harassment. I'm not your boss anymore, and we're not at work, and you kissed me first, right?

<serious> Take me home with you, and I promise to make you forget all of this for a while. Long enough to give you a break from all that tension you've got built up. When was the last time you slept a whole night through, anyway? Give me a few hours, and I swear you'll sleep just fine. I'm not asking to stay the night, and I'm not looking to start anything serious...I just want to make you feel better.

So...I'm guessing that silence is a “no.” That's fine, this is probably a bad idea anyway, I just thought...

<more surprised kissing>

Good. Yeah. Let's go, then.

<sound of a door shutting>

Nice place. Not what I would have imagined, I think, but I like it. That couch looks like the most comfortable place in the whole world to lay around and read. No, I don't want to try it out. If I get too comfortable I might fall asleep, and that's not why I'm here. Which way to your bedroom?

Now, the bed, that I will try out. No, you stay where you are. Just there, at the foot of the bed. I want you to undress for me. Slowly. Yes, my clothes are staying on. I'm just going to watch. And as you undress, I want you to touch yourself. You have beautiful skin, but how often do you really think about that? Let your fingertips glide over it. Pretend your hands are mine, and touch yourself the way you want me to. Mmm, you're spending so much time on your breasts you haven't even got your skirt off yet. No, that's fine, I would too, they're gorgeous. Pinch your nipples for me, just a little. Not too hard. Now run your fingertips in circles around them. Good girl.

Yeah, I've fantasized about this before. Being here with you, and the things I'd make you do. I've wondered what you would want me from me. But I never would have said anything. It wasn't right, before. Now...

Now that skirt should really go. I want to see all of you.

Wait--stop. <very gently> You're shaking. Still nervous? <small sigh> I'm just trying to get that overactive brain of yours to shut up for a while. I want to you feel, not think. C'mere, climb up beside me. Usually for me the snuggling comes after the sex, but this time I think you might need some before. Yeah, just rest your head on my shoulder, get comfortable. If you're cold we could get under the covers...no? Yeah, I'll get you warmed up in no time.

Listen, if this is what you need...I don't want you to think there has to be anything more. Me? I'll be all right, I promise. I didn't leave work today thinking I'd get any action tonight, so this? Totally fine. I'm a champion snuggler. <laugh> Of course you didn't know that about me. Why would you? So don't worry about me. Don't worry about anything.

But if you decide you want more, you should know...I'm vulnerable to neck kisses. And your lips are right there...

Mmm...that's what I thought. Good girl.

So, I don't want you to think about work. I don't want you to think about your ex. I don't even want you to think about whatever you've got planned for the weekend. Groceries, chores, the gym, whatever, all that can wait. None of that matters right now.

What I want you to think about are my hands. Don't they feel good, running up and down your back? Sending all those delicious tingles over your skin? Now I want you to take my hands in yours, and show me where you want them. How do you want to be touched?

<soft growl> Now that skirt's in the way. Let's finish getting you naked. <laugh> Yeah, you can strip me down too if you like. I'm here to give you what you need.

Mmm, and it seems like you need some attention paid to that wet little slit of yours. Not nervous now, are you? That's right, sweetheart, show me how to please you. Stroke yourself with my fingers. Ride my hand, that's a good girl. Is this how you want to come? Because I'll keep going without you. Go on, touch your breasts again for me. It wasn't hard to tell how much you liked that before. And your fingers are nice and slick, too, so run them over your nipples. Yes, just like that. I think it's time I had a taste, don't you?

<suckling sounds, moans>

So good. How you doing, sweetheart? Ready for more? Yeah, you need to be filled up. You're almost there, aren't you, you're so close, you just need a little more--

<sigh> There you go. That's right, come for me, don't stop pushing against my hand, I'm not taking it away until I'm sure I can't get any more out of you. Keep going, that's my good girl, make it last.

<chuckle> Are we done? Sweetheart, we're done when you say we are. Until then, I'm going to make you come as much as I possibly can, in as many ways as you'll let me. So if you're not getting sleepy yet...

You've ridden my hand. What's next--my cock, or my face?

<she says cock, yay!>

<low chuckle> I hoped you'd say that. <suck those fingers clean!> Though you do taste good. Nice and sweet...maybe later. But right now you still want to be full, don't you? Go on, then.

<gasp or grunt on entry, whatever feels natural; and plenty of moaning/grunting throughout the next sections>

That's right, sweetheart, nice and slow. There's no need to rush and nowhere else you have to be. Just right here with me inside you. That's what you need. Take it, take me. Ride me, yes, you look amazing rocking your hips like that.

Whimpering? Are you not getting enough of me? <playful growl> Maybe I need to be on top, then. That's right, wrap your legs around my waist. Now you're going to get all of me. Slow. Strong. And deep.

Yeah, you like that, don't you? <chuckle> How slow can I go before you start whimpering again? Before you can't stand the ache of being empty and need me back inside you? Oh, that's better, isn't it, sweetheart. So wet and so full.

Oh, you want me to go faster? Why's that? Because you don't think you can wait for me. Sweetheart, I didn't tell you to wait for me. Didn't I say I wanted to give you as many orgasms as possible? So I think you should come right about...<groan> now.

Yes, that's it, that's right, come for me, come all over me. That's my good girl. Shh, it's okay, it's okay, let all that tension go, let it all out.

<a few soft kisses> Want to keep going? Yeah? Good girl. This time, though, I do want you to wait for me. Let's get you back on top. Show me what you can do. Make me come with you.

<long groan> Oh, yes, ride me as hard as you want to. You just can't get enough of me. You need to come again, and this time, I'm coming with you. Can you feel me throbbing? I'm almost there, sweetheart, you feel so good. Are you ready? Will you come for me again when you feel me pulsing inside you?

<time to improv your orgasm!>

<oof!>

<laugh> No, it's okay, you're not too heavy. I just didn't expect you to collapse, that's all. I've got you, though, you're fine right where you are. Yeah, you're sweaty, who cares? So am I. That just means we did something right. Feeling better now? Good.

Come on, let's get cleaned up, then get you tucked in. No, I'll let myself out, I don't mind. You need the sleep.

That's sweet, really, but...I don't think I should stay. I meant it when I said I wasn't asking for anything serious. I don't think it's a good idea for either of us right now. You'll have enough on your plate getting settled in your new position, and I...well, I don't want this to be about me not wanting to let you go. Because I don't. I really will miss seeing you every day.