CHAPTER 281: CHAPTER 281 - [R18] PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE VIXEN UNDER THE SKIRT

A/N: Skippable smut, story plot-wise! Unless you are researching their reversed-but-not power dynamics intently. For ’Research Purposes’, of course. Fufu~

(And yes, this is still Citra POV this time!)

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For a moment, she just stared down at me as the tip of my tongue wet my bottom lip. The taste of this lipstick isn’t atrocious, but it’s not exactly the flavor I’m looking to think of with the motion.

"You..."

Her own mouth parted as she breathed in deeply and closed her eyes. I smirked before making a clicking sound with the tip of my tongue so she can’t imagine I’m not really here.

"We’ll be here a while. You weren’t getting off work until later... right? But maybe, just maybe... you’ll be getting off once before then anyway, hm?"

Slowly, she pushed her chair back a bit while standing up to her full height. I could only see her legs now, but that was enough to know that her posture was stiff. Like cornered prey or cornered predator.

Which one will she be? Might she finally say no to me? Have I found a line?

"I’m counting this as returning the favor either way, so are you going to sit down? Or are you going to make yourself wait?"

Whatever remained of her professionalism cracked at my taunt. With a sound that was half strangled laugh, half frustrated groan... she jolted down into her chair. Huffing and trying to get ahold of herself while holding onto the armrests as I giggled.

I backed up to give her space and she began rolling it forward so very carefully, until her legs bracketed my shoulders. Reaching up and placing my hands over the outside of her thighs, I began pulling slightly on her skirt to suggest she should move closer to the edge of the seat.

Getting the positions just right takes just a bit of back and forth. Neither is it exactly comfortable, but it will suffice. Also these glasses will have to go...

"...I can’t believe I’m just letting this..."

Her barely distressed mumbles fill me with a small bit of pride. I’m quite sure that none of this aligns with corporate policies and would get her in trouble. Just as I am certain that it would be the most tabloid-like article yet, should any ’paparazzi’ obtain this scoop.

Looking up at her through my lashes as she leaned back with her legs spread, my hands slid further under her skirt to start playfully tugging at her panty-line. Taking a quick peek makes me chuckle again.

Very white today, with a small lace ribbon that I pick at with my thumb. Probably a matching bra, as I’m not sure she is the sort of individual to just wear any single sort of piece separated from its pairing.

"Well, you should stop looking at me and keep working, I think. I’ll do my best to keep any productivity of yours and mine... proportional."

Her hand went to her mouth and she laughed quietly while looking up and to the side. The noise sent a different kind of flutter into my stomach than the sensual one already filling it.

"What?"

"Even when you are being incredibly sexy, it’s somehow endearing. And if last time was any indication of what to expect... I might make a lot of mistakes while trying to focus."

"So you don’t want what I’m offering?"

"...No, I do. Just- hmm!"

To shut up any more equivocating, my face snuck below while she kept looking away and placed a firm kiss on top of the material covering her. Fingers hooked into her underwear and slid the panties down her legs with her help as I pulled back.

Removing her shoes so that the panties would not catch after passing her ankles, I held them up in her lap. Showing off the inside where I saw the spot of dampness seeping out. Then reversed to display the smear print of makeup I’d granted them.

"Then, get to the work you intended, Ms. Voss. Don’t let your personal stress relieving assistant distract you, now. It’s her first day and she’s already quite nervous to displease the boss, you know."

Her eyes were so fiercely orange as she took the garment from my hands, opened a drawer of her desk, and placed them inside. Again, I giggle at her even though I am trying to remain in this ’roleplay’.

Is it a treasured item now? Surely this isn’t her thinking that she will never wash them again and frame them or anything so... oh dear, that’s exactly what she’s thinking, isn’t it?

But her attention turned back to the monitor and she sat up properly. I hear her fingers beginning to move across the keyboard with only a hint of hesitation. So, I shrug my shoulders.

My lips returned to her folds. Tracing the lines of her outer lips and inner, while using the tip of my tongue to find the places that made her shiver and shake the most in the forest.

And then I did as promised.

If I heard the clacking slow or stop, so did I. If I heard the speed pick up, I picked up. At times, I’d have to pull back completely and simply sit there, breathing on her as she took a call... sometimes teasing the clitoral hood with a thumb, but nothing more.

And other times...

Her thighs were pressed against my ears, trapping my face in a cage of warm flesh. One hand was held to her strong abdomen for support and two fingers pumping in and out of her in time with the vigorous clacks on her workstation.

Which I’m quite sure were just bashing nonsensically on her keyboard with one hand. Because her other is gripped on the desk so she does not roll away, since her legs cannot keep pressure on the floor.

But I have no *proof* from this position, so here we are. She’s learned to deceive me for her own pleasure!

I hummed loudly at the thought, making her moan and feet shudder again at my hips as the vibrations tickled her sensitivity. The smell of her slow seeping arousal was potent, perhaps even more so under here than out in the wild.

Vrika urged me to just devour her to ’completion’ right then and there - to progress the possibilities of the night. But that wouldn’t do. This was supposed to be a repayment, after all.

I had to make sure she got her effort’s worth. For her solution may have been ’quick’, but I expect the results to be long lasting. In that same way, it was quick to make my way here.

And making her last long is the goal. Yes, I suppose you could call this being a bully. If you wanted to be cute. Now, go away for a while, okay?

During the next ’slow’ period, my free hand slipped down to my skirt and unfastened it. Letting the material pool around my black tight covered knees, which had actually grown just a little numb from the position.

Honestly, I’ve lost track of time. But I haven’t lost track of what’s been happening to my own body. With a quick position adjustment, my hand dove under my own lingerie, finding the not very absorbent lace quite soaking.

As I started rubbing myself, my tongue began to tease her entrance even before she hung up the call. She gasped and rocked her hips, trying to get more of me pressed to her while mumbling excuses to the other side for the sound she made.

And of course, before I could get anywhere good for myself... a loud knock on the sealed door came instead. Along with an intercom buzz that made me slow the fervor just a bit.

"Ms. Voss, Commissioner Herrera is here to see you."

"Send her aw-"

Her voice cut off with a squeak when I knew what she would say, because my lips wrapped around her clit and sucked hard for a half second to stop her. The chair pushed back and my face followed for a second as her skirt tugged along my skull.

"Send her *in*. You were surely going to say, silly wolf. This is a normal business evening, after all. Nothing special is going on. Right?"

My words were a quiet murmur as she looked down at me with moist eyes, but they were still enough to make her shudder and nod quickly in agreement. She straightened up in her seat to regain her composure and hit a key on the keyboard to respond.

"Please, send her in after ten seconds."

Her voice slightly strained as she scooted forward again. I hear the door to her office open and a pair of heels clicked across the polished hard floor.

Lapping my tongue against her thigh, her legs tightened around my head. Either in warning... or probably hoping to muffle any noise I might have made. A rather nice way to be muffled, if I’m being honest...

"Commissioner, good to see you. I hope you don’t mind if I remain seated. It’s been a long day."

"Kyrie. Always a pleasure. Please, do not get up on my account."

The other woman’s voice was rich and smooth, with just a hint of an accent. As they began to talk, I thought to continue my ministrations. Determined to keep Kyrie close to the edge of release before their meeting ended instead of starting all over again.

No, I’m not going to publicly humiliate her. Intentionally. If she tapped hard enough on my skull, I’d stop! I didn’t ever tell her that? Oh. Right...

Sighing softly, I rest my left cheek on her sweating thigh and *mostly* ignore their discussion about funding, infrastructure investments, and everything you would expect someone looking for extra capital to run and improve the city would bring up.

But it only took maybe thirty seconds before, my finger teases slowly and consistently at her. Mirroring just how I felt this time was dragging along. My fingertips probably traced every millimeter of flesh on her groin before the interloper was finally gone.

Then I could press in, curl up to that waiting g-spot, and let the sweet, patient wolf be ’gone’ for a bit as well!