Normie

- tracksuit kink? is that a thing?

- he is really romantic and tries to do special things for you when he remembers

- a candlelit bath together complete with rose petals all over your bed

- or he takes you to a spa just outside of town, where you can dip in the hot springs & get massages

- c’mon, this man has enough money to treat you to anything you need

- loves it when you throw his jacket on, or any other piece of his clothing

- he likes knowing that you belong to him

- Saul will have flowers delivered to your work

- with a card that says “I can’t wait to fuck you when we get home today”

- he is the perfect mix of classy and trashy

- he wants you to push him around a bit, maybe grab his tie and slam him against the wall

- I picture him as a bit of a switch

- he enjoys being dominated, but will dominate you if you want

- if you mention how good of a lawyer he is in bed, you have this man’s heart

- I think I saw this idea somewhere else, but he definitely wants to roleplay with you

- Saul will have you come in as a client looking for legal help

- and you’re short on cash, so you have to pay him using other means

- Saul likes to get freaky, he will definitely try any kinks of yours

It was Saul’s turn to laugh. Actually, he was cackling. He nearly knocked himself out of his chair. You got up to try and help him but you tripped over your own two feet and nearly face-planted.

“We gotta get you home,” he laughed. “Actually, I’ve gotta get myself home, too.”

“Just come to my house, it’s pretty close to here,” you said, still giggling, hands and knees planted on the carpet. “Call a cab or somethin’.”

“You’re the secretary, that’s your job!”

You rolled your eyes with a smile on your face but you did as he asked. Or more so demanded. Saul looked around his office for his shoes as you rambled into the phone about where exactly you were. Neither of you were sure if the driver was going to understand where you were. You haphazardly locked up the office – it wasn’t much effort for one person, but neither of you could think straight. You stumbled your way to a streetlight, leaning against it and waiting for Saul to catch up. The minute he was next to you, his arm was wrapped around your waist and the two of you were back in your own world, giggling over something meaningless. It was like a blink of an eye but the cab came, you got in, somehow communicated your address, and got out at your place. With a strange urgency, you dragged Saul behind you and practically shoved him through your front door. Saul kicked off his shoes and you made your way to your fridge.

“Just, uh, make yourself comfortable, boss,” you snorted. You searched around your fridge for something to eat, maybe something else to drink. There wasn’t much. Just some deli meat, a single ear of corn, and a 6-pack. It probably wasn’t too late to call in a delivery… You grabbed a beer for Saul and a beer for yourself. When you found him again, he was lounging on your couch, feet kicked up just like he was still in his office. This time however, his jacket and tie were gone and his shirt was untucked. He was fumbling with your remote but the moment you walked in, his attention was on you. 

“Took your advice. Nice place you got here, by the way!” He prepped his hands to catch the can as you threw it to him.

“Thanks,” you smiled. “I have some, like, pajamas if you want to change. They’re in my room.”

In typical Saul fashion, he perked up like a dog. And boy, did he follow you like one. You led him through the halls of your home until your bedroom came into view. He was going to make himself extra cozy, you were sure. You rooted through your drawers to find a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants that would fit him. You threw them at him without looking, both items of clothing completely missing and making their way to your floor and your bed respectively. As you tore through your drawer looking for something for you to change into, a dress caught your eye.

You didn’t have very many, and it had been a while since you’d even seen that one. You’d totally forgotten about it, actually. It was a simple dress, black and short and sleeveless. It came to your mid-thigh the last time you wore it. It was flattering but you felt like it was too fancy for casual things but not fancy enough for fancy things. Your mind drifted back to your offhand remark in Saul’s office and it got the gears turning.

“What’s that?” Saul asked, gathering the discarded clothes and throwing them on your bed. He came up behind you, arms crossed. 

“Remember what I said–” you cut yourself off, giggling to yourself. “Remember what I said in your office? About how you’d look hot in a dress?”

Saul smirked. “That was 20 minutes ago. How could I forget?”

“What are the odds I get you to put this on? Just for shits and giggles?”

“If you get me another beer, they’re pretty high.”

Within seconds, you were scrambling to your fridge for another beer. You had to see this. Your boss in a dress, seriously? You were already laughing to yourself about it. You were fully prepared to take a picture and use it as blackmail – not like the blackmail you were pretty sure your boss had against him – but for something innocent. Maybe free Chinese food or a day off… You practically chucked the beer at Saul who barely caught it. 

“Gimme the dress.” 

You cackled as you grabbed the dress off the top of your drawer. You plopped it at the bottom of your bed and kicked your feet up, leaning back on your pillow. Your untouched beer was finally cracked open with a pop. You slurped off the liquid that had gathered around the top as Saul undid the buttons on his shirt. His shirt hit the ground and then his pants did and you were pretty sure you hadn’t blinked. Your boss was standing in your bedroom in nothing but a pair of boxers and some socks. By then you were more than aware that it wasn’t the alcohol or the lighting; Saul was just really hot.

Why was your boss so fucking hot?

Saul pulled the dress over his head with a surprising amount of ease. It looked a little silly on him at first – all bunched-up and wrinkled in the chest – but when he adjusted it, your head started to spin. It hugged him tightly in all the right places. You were totally right; he did look hot in a dress. Sipping your beer, you gestured for him to spin in a circle. He clearly didn’t get the memo. You quickly swallowed and cleared your throat.

“C’mon Saul, gimme a spin!”

Saul humored you – he was always quick to. It seemed like he was enjoying the spotlight more than you thought he would. You were certainly enjoying the view. Unfortunately, everything has to come to an end. Saul was in the process of pulling the skirt up when you stopped him.

“What? No more pajamas for me? Am I cursed to spend all of eternity in a dress?”

“Why are you hard?”

Saul paused, glancing down. He didn’t even realize it. The skirt was just above the waistline of his boxers and his hard-on was very noticeable.

“I guess I just so happen to be turned on by my employee gawking at me in a dress.”

Interesting.

“Leave the dress on.” You gestured for him to come closer and to your surprise, he did. You sat up and moved towards the center of the bed. Saul sat down at the end, a curious look in his eyes, brows raised. The skirt of the dress spread across your blankets like butter on bread. It rested just around mid-thigh, just like it did on you. The fabric draped across his lap outlined his boner perfectly. You looked down at it and then back up at him.

“As your boss, I think you should do something about this.”

“Oh, yeah? Do you?”

“I certainly do. As a matter of fact,” Saul laughed playfully. “I might have to dock your pay if you don’t.”

Typical Saul, always making a joke out of things. Or… was he? Whatever. You were too drunk to care. In a swift motion, you kicked off your work clothes and climbed into his lap, straddling him. 

When you sunk down on Saul’s cock, you were sure that was going to be it for you. He was already hitting all the right places and you hadn’t even moved. The dress – your dress – was bunched up around him. You grabbed a fistful of the fabric to ground yourself, hips jerking forward as he bottomed out inside you.

“I don’t know how long I’m gonna last,” he whimpered out, a hand on your hip and the other on the bed. 

You seemed to ignore him, instead revelling in the feeling of him twitching inside you. Once you were comfortable enough, you let yourself move. You fell into a rhythm, pulling up and sinking back down onto him. You quickly realized Saul struggled to be quiet in the bedroom. That was going to be a problem – the added noise was going to get you off even quicker. 

“If I knew how good you were gonna look in a dress,” you slurred, pace not letting up. “I would’ve gotten you in one sooner.”

“Oh, yeah?” He chuckled. It sounded like he was trying to come off as dominant but he was quite clearly the one getting fucked. 

“Uh huh. Think you’d make a real pretty chick.”

“I’m gonna have to do some real soul-searching after this.”

“Say it,” you whined. You quickened your pace, fucking yourself on his cock like he was a toy for your own personal use. His other hand had found your waist and he tightened his grip. “Wanna hear you fucking say it, Saul.”

His head rolled back, a breath escaping through his lips. He wasn’t sure what he was even doing anymore, but the worst part? He loved it. Every moment of it. It was humiliating, almost degrading, but his cock hadn’t been that hard in what felt like years. 

“You’re right, I would be a pretty woman.” 

“Yeah, you fuckin’ would be,” you groaned. “I’d make you my bitch so quickly.” 

“Maybe I’d want that. Maybe I wanna be your bitch.”

Your nails dug into your palm as your hand clenched around the fabric you were gripping. It did very little to soften the feeling. You needed more, you needed to feel him even deeper. Letting go of the dress, you grabbed onto Saul’s shoulders, pushing him to the bed. Your pace only stuttered as you leaned forward, burying his dick even deeper inside of you. The moan you let out was guttural, carnal even. The image of Saul underneath you was going to be burned into the back of your mind for the rest of your life. 

Before he even had the chance to react, Saul was cumming deep inside of you. His face was buried in the crook of his elbow, muffling his whimpers as he filled you up. To no one’s surprise, you weren’t very far behind. As soon as he was spent, your orgasm was wracking your body like a sucker punch, strong and so unexpected you collapsed forward onto his chest. 

“Jesus, kid” Saul chuckled, voice airy. He was still catching his breath as a wave of exhaustion passed through your body. “You’re really somethin’.”