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"I appreciate the work you've been doing. I really do. But we both know the truth."
E. stood up, walked around the table.
She pressed her foot into his back, watching the tiny spike indent the flesh just above his ass. She pressed just hard enough.
"You've been slacking," she said.
"Yes." he bowed his head.
"You've been distracted. I understand."
She scooped the half melted chocolate off of the table, swinging around to face him. E. dipped her finger into the center, bringing the cream to her lips.
"Bow before me" she purred, her hand gently caressing his chin, tilting his head up.
His eyes held hers as he slid off of the chair, onto his knees before her.
She licked the cream off her fingers slowly, gaze never leaving his.
He shivered.
Lifting one leg onto the now empty seat, E splayed before him, her cunt at eye level, though obscured by her skirt. Sunlight limned the exposed curve if her thigh, the slim lines of her calf, the delicacy of her ankle, caught in shadows in the folds of the skirt.
"You will service me now" she said.
"There will be no further talking"
She held out the egg.
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