I Truly Love Tseng Being A Grower - Tumblr Posts

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This ended up a bit all over the place but the general idea remained intact

You have Tseng, kneeling in the General Affairs, Auditing office. He wears a collar and leash. The leash is thrown over his shoulder.

You hardly know what to do with yourself now that you're here. Actually, you'd be content to just stare all day. You doubt he would appreciate that. Yet, he didn't fidget. He stared back at you as if daring you to make a move.

He scoffed. "If you're in over your head-"

"I'm not!"

He smirked like he didn't believe you.

"Stay still," you order.

You shed your clothes quickly, as you're still in the office and this shouldn't be dragged out. Under, you're wearing a matching set of black satin panties and bra. The uncomfortable kind, that you bought and wore only for him to see.

He gives your body a one-sided smile as if to say, Not bad.

You are going to put that insolent mouth to use. You slip off the panties and throw them at his face. They hit him between the eyes, making him flinch, then drop to the floor. You step forward and hook a leg over his shoulder. You press him to you with a tight squeeze.

"Get to work."

For a moment you think he might argue again but then he dives right in. He starts sucking like you've trained him before. You whimper and grab his shoulder for support. He tries to hold your hips to help balance, while sneaking a quick squeeze of your ass. You swat his hands away.

"Nope, no touching."

You make sure he watches you unhook your bra to touch your breasts exactly how you like. You can touch but he can't. He glares at you but he doesn't stop. Settles for staring at how good your breasts look in the lace bra.

You cup the back of his head with your hand as you come, nearly toppling over. You regain your footing and find a more placid Tseng. He got a taste of you and he's probably hoping for his turn. Wasn't he a good pet?

You kneel down and unzip his trousers, to pull out a very hard erection. A grower, but he's at full attention now. You squeeze his cock, testing. He swallows a groan. He looks down at you with lust-drunk eyes and a slight grimace. Fuck it, you think. He can't look that good and not expect you to suck his soul out of his dick. You take him all the way in, squeezing the base.

"Too much! Slow down!"

His pleading tone has the opposite of the intended effect. In no time at all, you pull his orgasm from him. Normally, you'd ask where he wants to come but then there would be an impractical mess to clean. You make sure to swallow everything before giving him one last kiss to top off his pleasure.

"That was too fast,* he growls, then bites his lip, wishing he hadn't complained like a bad pet.

"That was your punishment," you reminded him. "You're lucky you got your dick sucked at all, right?"

He nodded, cowed.

You place your palm against his cheek. "Remember, don't bow to me. If it was my choice, you wouldn't have to bow to anyone."

He leans into your cheek and nods again.

"Okay, we're done! Stand up."

Upon standing and redressing, Tseng watches you patiently while you unhook the leash. You undo the collar and he pockets it inside his blazer. He straightens said blazer. He has a more serene air about him now. But seeing him back in work-mode reminded you why you were actually here.

"Oh!" You exclaimed. "I have some paperwork to do for you."

"Make sure it's accurate," he says evenly.

You're already halfway out the door, calling, "Yeah, Boss!"