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'Oh, why can't I stop walking towards him?! I don't want this, I don't want to do this!'
'Yes, you do, just look into his eyes! God, it's like he's trying to burn my clothes away!'
'I-I can't do this! I-I mean how could I? I have a job to do, one that requires absolute professionalism, which I can't have if I sleep with my boss!'
'Or maybe it would make me even more efficient? Would he reward me for a job well done? I wonder what he would do to me? Maybe he'd bend me over his desk and take me from behind after pushing up my robes? Would he pull out or finish inside of me and then send me right back to work with his hot seed spilling down the inside of my thigh?'
Mirabel's mind was a chaotic mess as she slowly walked toward Thane each step unsteady and hesitant as Mirabel's inner dialogue turned into a warzone between logic and desire. But the screaming match came to a screeching halt as Mirabel found herself standing in front of Thane.
Even without touching him, Mirabel could feel the heat pouring off Thane's massive body accompanied by a smokey aroma, that was sweet-savory and pungent. A trifecta that hit Mirabel in the most primal part of her brain, the one that controlled her base instincts. The same control center responsible for her flight or fight response was now sending an entirely different signal through her body.
Mirabel stifled a gasp as she felt her body react to Thane's presence, suddenly her loins were on fire and it took every bit of willpower she had not to rub her tight together in an effort to smother the roaring inferno.
All the while Thane watched Mirabel with a knowing smile, "Must I repeat myself, Mirabel?"
At the sound of her name, Mirabel jumped her eyes meeting Thane's for a split second before she quickly averted her gaze, "N-no!"
"No, Sir," Thane correctly smoothly as he dragged his eyes from Mirabel's face to the rest of her body, only to find it hidden as usual by unflattering but professional robes the woman favored. Before Thane had never bothered questioning Mirabel's style, but now he was eager to find what lay beneath.
Mirabel blushed as Thane corrected her and his eyes started roaming over her body, "Of course, sorry...Sir."
Then the last bit of Mirabel's willpower crumbled as she turned around and sat on Thane's lap while nearly having a heart attack out of shame and embarrassment.
Meanwhile, Thane froze the moment Mirabel sat on his lap as a plump heavenly softness practically swallowed his lower half. For a moment Thane stalled before his hands moved to confirm his suspicions.
'Oh my god, I just sat on my boss's lap! My career is over! How can I ever look him in the eyes aga-eep!' Mirabel's entire body stiffened and her brain temporarily shut down as Thane's hands suddenly landed on her hips, 'Oh no.'
A muffled whine sounded from Mirabel's lips as Thane's hands trailed their way up her body pressing down on her loose-fitted robes and revealing her figure. Thane's hands first traveled apart as he followed the prominent swell of Mirabel's thighs and hips before coming back together and almost encircling Mirabel's taught waist and flat stomach. Then Thane traveled up until he felt a heavy supple weight push down against his hands.
Mirabel's slight panic turned into a full-on meltdown, as she trembled in Thane's lap while he slowly reached up and grabbed her breast, 'Oh god, oh god, oh god!'
Gently cupping Mirabel's chest Thane was blown away as he realized how big her breasts really were, 'I can't even hold them in my hands, wait a minute... is this a chest binding?'
Still feeling over her robes Thane traced the tight elastic wrap around Mirabel's breast, 'It's probably the only way she can keep them hidden or walk without them bouncing with every step.'
A cruel smile spread across Thane's lips as he imagined Mirabel trying to be her normal all business no nonsense self all while sporting a body that most women would kill for, 'I can see why she prefers to wear robes.'
'Just kill me now please!' Mirabel pleaded with god she didn't believe her eyes fixed on the floor wishing she could be anywhere else. While Mirabel didn't hate her body she despised showing it to others. It made everything else about her secondary, when people thought about her they wouldn't remember her drive or passion, just the two massive balloons strapped to her chest and the way her ass jiggled as she walked away.
'And now I've ruined the best job I'll ever have!' Mirabel cursed herself already imagining how Thane's perspective of her would change, 'Why did I go through with this stupid-'
Mirabel's thoughts cut off as Thane, without warning, roughly grabbed her breast squeezing them even tighter than her chest wrap, "Do you think so lowly of me that you believe I'll treat you differently just because I know you have a fat ass and a pair of tits?"
Mirabel gasped as a strange mix of pleasure and pain shot through her as Thane's smooth and deep voice whispered directly in her ear, "N-no I-I just-"
Before Mirabel could finish her reply bit down on her ear lobe sending another jolt straight down to Mirabel's privates. But before the pain could truly set in, Thane licked the bite mark, his tongue cooling the stinging pain in a dull agony that highlighted the pleasure slowly rousing inside of Mirabel.
"It saddens me Mirabel that you don't think I notice, how hard you work, the passion in your eyes when I discuss a new project, or your devotion to any task I give you?" Thane muttered his mouth still right next to Mirabel's ear, "You've been with me since the very beginning...how could you even think for a moment that your body would change how I see your mind and personality."
As Thane spoke his hands steadily massaged Mirabel's bound chest squeezing and pulling in the world's most erotic massage sending rolling waves of pleasure that sapped at her strength.
"I-I'm s-sorry I r-really am...but I can't help it...I-I've been h-hiding for so l-long," Mirabel's face flushed embarrassed about being unable to go two words without stammering, 'This isn't fair, he's asking me deep personal questions while molesting me, but I'd rather die than have him stop.'
Thane sighed his hot breath washing over Mirabel's nape, "That is an issue, but I think I have a solution...tell me Mirabel do you admire me?"
"Yes," Mirabel answered without hesitation her inhibitions already at an all-time low, but she still blushed heavily.
"Why," Thane asked innocently even as his hands moved like serpents slithering down until they found an opening in Mirabel's robe, leaving her undershirt as the only line of defense between skin-to-skin contact. But the thin layer of cotton could stop Mirabel from feeling the roughness of Thane's calloused hands and the heat of his body that melted through her.
"T-the way you carry yourself!" Mirabel exclaimed forcing the words through her lips as Thane's hands once more resumed their steady molestation, but the steady waves from before had turned into swells carrying a force that couldn't be ignored, "Y-you have so many responsibilities...b-but you never slouch...you n-never rest...you're always l-looking into the future and r-ready for what it h-has in store!"
Mirabel gasped between sentences trying to catch her breath as her heart hammered in her chest setting her body on fire.
Thane smiled and he hugged Mirabel to him and she melted like a pad of butter as the hot lines of his muscular body pressed against her, "Thank you for the glowing review, Mirabel...now is there anything that could change your view of me?"
Surprisingly Thane's hands stalled allowing Mirabel to respond to the best of her ability, the change was almost as shocking as his massage but she replied nonetheless, "S-short of cold-blooded murder or some other crimes I can't see you committing...no not really?"
"Oh, not even this?" Thane asked as one of his hands dropped down out of sight and before Mirabel could follow with her eyes she heard the sound of a zipper followed by the feeling of something very large, hot, and hard pressing against the back of her thighs.
'Oh god that can't be,' Mirabel shifted slightly spreading her legs, and like the vengeful dead, Thane's cock rose. Not even Mirabel's thick thighs were enough to fully encompass the full length of his dick, 'I-I didn't know they could get so...big.'
If Thane's body was an oven, his cock was a blow torch burning her sensitive inner thighs as it pulsed with each beat of his heart, and a pearl of crystal fluid condensed at the tip of the bulbous head.
"So...do you see me any differently Mirabel? Even now that you know that at any moment I have this hanging between my legs and a matching set of balls?" Thane asked his soft tone conflicting with his vulgar words.
For a moment Mirabel didn't respond instead she continued to stare at the fat cock sandwiched between her thighs and resting against the front of her pants, then she realized there was only one right answer in this situation, "No I don't...Sir."
Mirabel could practically hear Thane's lips stretch into a predatory smile as his hands reached up and grabbed the clasp of her robe, "Good girl."