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Pt2 Spoiled Little Girl

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Warnings: fingering, fem!r x fem!dom megan slightly degradation (once) smut with plot

The whitish sheets, enriched with that sweet yet familiar scent, filled your lungs as you watched the rays of light escaping underneath the curtains, softly illuminating the room and leaving you deep in thought as you tried to piece together memories of why on earth you ended up there.

You knew where you were, the idea was vague, but you could recognize it. Still, your mind, drowsy and sluggish from the hangover, was desperately searching for an option (the least humiliating one) as to why you now found yourself here, sprawled out on her bed and awake early in the morning.

“You’re awake.” Megan’s morning voice made itself heard, that authoritative tone returning once again.

“Guess I am” you said with an involuntary smile on your face. For some reason, you felt comfortable surrounded by the soft perfume lingering in her bedroom.

“I wasn’t asking, I was stating a fact” she said, her glass of water clinking as she set it down on her desk. “Are you going to stay in bed all day?” she added, sounding demanding.

“Of course. Day off, right?” you said, blinking repeatedly before sitting up with a sudden jump, gathering the willpower you normally wouldn't have in the mornings.

“Not at all.” A faint smile escaped her face without her permission. It was clear she was trying to hide it, but there was a subtle softness in her words. She picked up the glass of water and brought it to her lips. You stared closely at her messy hair with its signature soft waves, a stray lock falling over her glasses while her gaze remained calm.

“Are you still staring?” she questioned your judging look, crossing one leg over the other, along with her arms, without making eye contact.

You smiled involuntarily. “No, ma'am.” You finally stepped into your role. Your professionalism kicking in as you watched her adjust her glasses while sitting cross-legged.

She let out a sigh. Having you around was certainly thrilling.

“Right, miss. I will lay out your duties as soon as you step into the building’s elevator. Make sure you don’t wobble during your shift, and-” she paused “tell your father the reason for your absence. No lies. It’s unprofessional.”

Playing professional didn't suit you well. Megan stepped out, closing the door behind her as a soft smile formed on your face. Now it was your turn to let out a sigh. “Pff, no day off I guess” you said to yourself.

You quickly adjusted to the work environment, but you noticed it was much busier than yesterday. You walked along, keeping your eyes on the rushed employees, some of them on calls. Important ones, you assumed.

You saw everyone bustling back and forth, but you couldn't spot that sour dark haired woman on any of the floors you had already checked.

You entered the office, assuming once again that Megan wasn't there, though her voice caught you completely by surprise.

“You knock before entering, kid.”

You flinched and turned around, confused.

“Woah, sorry” you said with a nervous smile.

“Did you tell your father?” she asked with curiosity, settling into her chair and turning her attention away from the computer screen to listen to you.

“Oh, no, no. He wasn’t home when I went back to get ready. He said he’d be busy today and, either way, it doesn’t suit me to tell him what happened” you said.

“It’ll be worse if he finds out I’m involved in it.”

You smiled slightly and looked at her. “Then it wouldn’t suit either of us.”

Megan gave a small smile and nodded. She turned back to her computer to focus on her executive work just like she did every day, though not before her own thoughts interrupted her.

“I forgot to mention this morning, some foreign investors are coming over, wealthy foreigners. There’s going to be a small welcoming party, they plan to stay for a while investing in our proposals. You’ll most likely stay.”

You rolled your eyes, a bit bored. As if your hangover wasn't enough, attending another party and mingling with people you barely knew existed sounded tedious, but your mind cleared the second Megan spoke again.

“Stay. It’s not a question. I have a present for you, and if you last through the night, a reward” she said, adjusting her subtle cleavage before standing up and heading for the door. Once open, it shut behind Ms. Skiendiel as she vanished into the hurried crowd.

You couldn't help but feel a slight blush warm your face. You had to admit she really knew how to win you over in seconds because you were definitely going to be there.

Now it didn't seem strange that everyone was making preparations for the party tonight. It was bound to be elegant, and of course, Megan was organizing it as well.

The darkening sky, barely touched by the orange and pink hues of the sunset, signaled the start of the party and the long awaited end of all the preparations.

It took place in the company’s vast, grand back reception area, which seemed tailor-made for the occasion. Matching colored decorations, soft lighting that radiated warmth, and there was Megan.

She wasn't in her usual formal dress code tonight. Instead, she wore a tight, deep crimson red dress that hugged every curve of her body, commanding the room effortlessly. Her hair was styled back with a single rebellious lock falling over her forehead, and her glasses gave her an impossibly sharp, striking edge.

Megan had gifted you a sleek, subtle black dress, formal, elegant, and perfectly tailored to your body. Looking at the two of you together, you realized how deliberate the contrast was: her in bold red, you in classic black. She had thought of every single detail.

You paused to take in the atmosphere and watch the guests arrive. As your eyes wandered, you lost sight of Megan in the crowd. You searched around until you spotted her again, she was now holding two wine glasses and heading right toward you.

You couldn't help but get nervous under her mere gaze. Her eyebrows were slightly groomed upward, her eyeliner precise as always, and her look as sharp and intense as ever.

Megan noticed and smirked, amused to see you hide your hands behind your back a clear sign of your nervousness in her presence.

“Here, the night is long.” She offered you the glass. You took it gladly and watched her take a sip of hers.

“In that case, I’m going to need more.” You joked after gently clinking your glass against Megan’s before taking a sip of the wine.

“I told your father you wouldn't get drunk.” She shook her head playfully at your words, turning her gaze toward the guests.

The hours passed routinely you danced, toasted, enjoyed the atmosphere, and paused to listen to anecdotes from people you didn't know but knew were somewhat important.

Slowly, the party seemed to lose its formal composure. The guests, you, Megan, the music, and the alcohol all became mesmerizing, especially her. The contrast of her red dress under the dim lights, her dazzling smile paired with her messy hair, and that elegant eyeliner giving an edge to her gaze tonight was all you could think about. In fact, you preferred thinking about her, since the funny stories from the executives weren't that entertaining anyway. Meanwhile, you observed her closely.

Her gaze felt like a gentle touch brushing over your skin, and her smile was an invitation to lose yourself against her lips.

While you were dancing, Megan placed her hands on your waist with a dangerously charming smile on her face. She was sober, her enthusiasm wasn't just fueled by alcohol. You kept dancing to the rhythm of the music filling the spacious hall and vibrating off the walls.

Your eyes seemed to say everything until Megan tightened her grip on your waist and pulled you closer, just inches away from your noses touching.

Close enough to take the initiative on an opportunity that couldn't be turned down. You leaned into her, grabbing the fabric of her outfit to pull her toward you, planting a soft kiss on her lips, one that instantly exploded into something far deeper.

It was an intense, wet kiss. Her mouth devoured yours, and the loud, wet click of your lips parting echoed softly between you two every time she pulled back just enough to catch her breath before diving back in. The taste of her was intoxicating, and the sharp sound of her slick lips pressing relentlessly against yours sent shivers straight down your spine.

When you pulled apart, Megan looked at you intently with a flirtatious smile before giving you a subtle wink. She gently caressed your stomach over the sleek black dress, the size of her hands compared to your waist was undeniable. Her hands were big and her fingers large.

With just that subtle gesture, you suggested heading somewhere you could enjoy each other more. Having her like this felt like a dream, ethereal.

Megan nodded, pulling out your office keys and jingling them briefly before turning her back to offer you her hand, guiding you there.

You went up what felt like endless stairs, and after a few minutes, you reached a private office tucked away inside the other building. The atmosphere here was noticeably calmer and quiet. Better yet, you could now hear Megan’s voice crystal clear.

You walked into the office, and Megan leaned back against the wooden desk, her eyes filled with anticipation as she waited for you to step all the way in. She adjusted her red dress slightly, her voice clear and smooth, carrying a calm yet undeniably seductive tone:

“Neither of us wants to stop this, right? The night is long... your father can’t find out about this. He’d kill me” she admitted, a playful chuckle escaping her lips, the only thing you could focus on right now. The reddish color of her soft, plush lips, with a faint taste of whiskey lingering on them.

“And who would be out of a job in that case, huh?” you teased, amused by her comment. The humor in your words was obvious; Megan would never get fired, not even over something like this. But she couldn't, she wouldn't want to risk it anyway, even though the idea of her being fired sounded almost impossible, like you being fired too.

“Oh, please. That’s precisely why we have to be discreet.” Leaning off the desk, she took three steps toward you, closing the distance. The sharp sound of her heels against the wooden floor echoed in the quiet room. You felt nerves and desire shoot through you like lightning. Her tall figure so close to you, her scent, her puffy red lips, her insatiable eyes. Fuck...

Then, you felt her hands on your waist once more. Your cheeks flushed red, your body reacting to her, feeling warmer than usual. She was raising your body temperature pff you were wet just from a few kisses. You could feel it, almost escaping the length of your dress.

Megan took the lead. Like the top-tier executive she was, she brought her sharp precision, total control, and unmatched skills into play, taking the risk for everything she wanted. Her dominance was unmistakable. She claimed your mouth again in a deep, filthy kiss, her lips moving in perfect sync with yours while the slick, slapping sound of your mouths meeting filled the quiet room. Her hands touched and squeezed your thighs between kisses, and when she paused to catch her breath, her lips moved down to your neck. Biting slowly almost elegantly, almost like a teasing.

Before you even realized it, you were lifted up onto the desk, your black dress pulled up past your hips. Megan teased you, trailing her fingers along the inside of your thighs while her eye contact intensified.

From top to bottom, her eyes devoured you. You couldn't help but let out frustrated little sounds as Megan teased you without giving you what you needed. All you could do was look at her with a pleading expression, waiting for the shine in your eyes to break her patience so she’d take you firmly.

And that was all it took. Her hands slid beneath your black dress, slowly parting your legs wide. Before doing anything else, she pressed a hard, possessive kiss to your mouth. Once she had full access to you, she pushed her bold fingers straight inside.

An embarrassing, wet squelch echoed off the wooden walls as she thrust her fingers deep into your drenched core. Slowly at first just letting you get used to her size. You gasped loudly at the sound, your own body made as she filled you. Megan smirked, loving the wet noise, and without giving you a second to breathe, she pulled back and rammed her fingers back inside with raw, punishing force. You could feel the palm of her hand touching your clitoris. That's how deep inside you she was.

The squelching sounds grew louder, faster, and completely filthy with every hard stroke. Megan’s thrusts were relentless, curling her fingers with a sharp, practiced efficiency, the exact same terrifying skill and focus she applied to her work, now dedicated entirely to destroying your composure. She hit that exact, sensitive spot deep inside you over and over again, making you see blinding stars behind your eyelids. Your legs shook uncontrollably, trembling against her sides as she drove you completely insane.

The sheer thrill and adrenaline of doing this right in the building, just floors away from a corporate party, was driving both of you out of your minds. You were both completely crazy for doing this, but the risk only stoked the fire. It excited Megan to no end, seeing you squirm, feeling how wet you were for her.

Knowing how forbidden it was, pushing her to drive her fingers into you even harder, faster, completely unhinged.

“Look at you” Megan whispered darkly, her voice laced with intense satisfaction as she picked up her pace. “You’re so close, aren’t you? Just by this? That's pathetic.” Her thumb makes circular motions on your most sensitive spot. Her seductive yet degrading tone made you want to close your legs and trap her right there. You didn't want her to leave you empty.

You couldn't even formulate words. You were completely overwhelmed, your face buried in her neck, letting out breathless, pathetic whimpers as her fingers slammed into that sweet spot again and again. You were right on the edge, drowning in the feeling. "I- i am." You accepted it. It was pathetic how she made you feel so many things. The adrenaline rush of it being forbidden, the way her ass looked in that tight dress. How her thighs looked when she walked.. you were dreaming about this night.

Suddenly, the tension snapped. You cried out as your climax hit you like a freight train, your walls clamping down hard around her fingers. You came so violently that you overflowed, dripping heavily, soaking Megan’s fingers and hand completely as your body shuddered in waves.

Megan didn't stop right away, she kept rubbing lightly through your release, enjoying every shudder, feeling your warm slick coat her entire hand.

When she finally pulled her fingers out with a soft, wet sound, you were left hyperventilating, your legs still trembling weakly. Megan looked down at her drenched hand with a dark, satisfied smirk, completely intoxicated by what she had just done to you.

Both of you chuckled softly, breathless, suddenly becoming aware of the madness of it all. The distant sound of music from downstairs brought you back to reality, making your shared laughter a mix of raw thrill, intimacy, and slight shock at how far you’d just gone.

Megan extended her clean hand, inviting you to slide down from the desk. You smoothed down your black dress, smiled warmly, and took it.

“A glass of wine?” she asked as she cleaned her fingers, tracing her tongue over them to taste you, looking at you with an amused smirk. You couldn't help but blush, but you nodded immediately.

After fixing yourselves up, you both headed back down to the main reception. The party was still in full swing.

As you walked back into the warm lights, a tall, distinguished figure stepped out from the crowd of executives. It was your father, dressed impeccably in a formal suit, holding a drink.

“There you two are” your father said, stepping closer and looking between you and Megan with a polite, professional smile. “I was looking for you. Is everything going well with the event? How are both of you holding up?”

You froze for a split second, your heart pounding against your ribs as the lingering warmth between your thighs reminded you of exactly what had just happened upstairs.

Beside you, Megan didn't even flinch. Without her boss noticing, she shot you a swift, teasing side glance, a wicked, mocking smirk playing on her lips before she adjusted her glasses and looked your father straight in the eye.

“Everything is going seamlessly, sir" Megan replied smoothly, her tone returning to that calm, authoritative composure, though a dark, seductive undertone remained just for you. “In fact... it’s been an incredible night.”