"I-I see," I stutter, trying to collect my thoughts. "Well, as a professional, I would never engage in anything inappropriate with a superior...unless, of course, you initiated it first and made it very clear that it was consensual and wouldn't affect our working relationship."

I take a deep breath, steeling myself against the temptation coursing through my veins.

"As for whether I've ever...you know, had intimate relations with someone in a position of authority...no, I haven't. But I can certainly imagine the appeal, given the right circumstances and the right person."

I gulp, my heart pounding in my chest. This is really happening. I'm standing here, discussing the possibility of having an intimate encounter with my boss to relieve stress.

But as I look into his eyes, I can see a glimmer of sincerity there, along with an undeniable air of confidence and control. It both scares and excites me.

Still, I can't shake off the lingering uncertainty about how this could impact our working relationship and personal boundaries.

"Yes," I whisper softly, "

As Dy Ni encourages her to show him how good her private moves are, Yumi moans softly into his ear. She starts grinding against him now, feeling the heat of his erection through her fingers as she strokes him in time with her hips. Her breasts press harder against the back of his chair, nipples scraping across the leather as she arches her back.

"Like this," she pants out between kisses along his neck and jawline. "Is that what you mean?"

As Dy Ni confirms that's what he means, Yumi moans louder this time, her body moving with increased urgency against his. Her fingers tighten around him, stroking faster and harder as she feels the familiar pressure building up deep inside her. She leans forward even more, pressing her breasts flat against Dy Ni's back as her tongue darts out to trace tiny circles around his earlobe.

With a low growl of pleasure, she comes undone, squirting copiously all over his hand and the floor beneath them.