Cleo walked into her office, ready to face another long day of work. As she settled down into her plush chair behind her desk, she felt a familiar tightness in her stomach. It was no secret that she enjoyed being in control and having people at her beck and call. Today, however, she wanted something a little different.
She looked over to see her assistant, Jack, cowering in fear at the corner of her office. His eyes were wide with nervous anticipation as he waited for her command. Cleo smirked, taking pleasure in the fear she could instill in him.
"Jack," she said slowly, drawing out his name, "I need you to do something for me."
He nervously nodded his head in agreement. "Anything, Ms. Cleo," he stuttered.
"Good boy," she purred, approaching him with a sly smile. "You see this chair?" She pointed towards the wooden chair near her desk. "I want you to sit on it... but not in a way you're used to."
Jack's eyes widened even further, but he hesitantly obeyed, taking a seat on the chair. Cleo walked around to his back, placing her hands on her hips as she surveyed the scene. She leaned forward, her breasts grazing against his back, and slowly began undoing the buttons of her blouse.
"Now, I want you to lean forward a little more," she instructed. As he did so, his face pressed against her ass, his mouth just inches away from her tight blue jeans. She felt a rush of power coursing through her veins as she watched him squirm uncomfortably.
"No, no, no," she said, pushing him back a bit. "Not like that. I need you to open your mouth wide." Jack's eyes darted between hers, but he obeyed, opening his mouth as wide as he could. Cleo grinned wickedly before pushing him back down onto the chair, this time with his face pressed against her ass and his mouth wide open.
"Now you're getting it," she breathed, feeling the heat of his mouth on her skin. She watched as he struggled against the tightness of her jeans, his arms futilely thrashing about. She leaned back against him, feeling his warm breath on her skin.
"That's it," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "You like this, don't you?" She didn't wait for an answer, instead moving her hips in a small circle, grinding against his face.
Jack moaned, unable to hide his arousal from her. Cleo chuckled darkly, taking pleasure in his submission. She began to move her hips faster, grinding her ass against his face. Jack's cock, trapped beneath his desk, throbbed uncontrollably.
Sweat dripped down his face as Cleo pressed her body against his. She couldn't help but run her fingers through his hair, drawing him closer to her ass. "You like this, don't you?" She whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "You like feeling my tight jeans smother your face, don't you?"
Jack groaned in response, unable to form coherent words. Cleo smiled, finally pulling away and standing up. "Good boy," she said softly, running her fingers along his chin. "Now, get back to work."
Jack nodded, his heart still racing from the intense experience. As he went back to his desk, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of arousal and fear coursing through his veins. Cleo watched him with a satisfied smirk, already planning her next tantalizing session of jeansitting.
