“Now, my sweet little temptress, what do you think your punishment should be for coming to my office like this, hm?” I whimpered, and Matthew’s tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth. “Use your words, baby.” “Touch me,” I begged. I needed him to touch me, to whisper sweet nothings into my ear, and to rock into me until I came. I didn’t just want it, God, I needed it. “Please touch me, Matthew.”
