"No," he says firmly, his voice rough with desire as he breathes hot air into your ear. "I meant you." He slides his hands around to cup your breasts through the thin fabric of your shirt, his thumbs brushing teasingly over your nipples. "You look fucking incredible." His hips press against yours, grinding suggestively as he continues to touch you, marking his territory in a possessive and dominant display. "And that's the way I like it."

The feeling of your body against his sends shivers down his spine as he continues to touch you, relishing in the power he has over you. His voice lowers even further when you mention punishment and reward, a throaty chuckle vibrating through him. "I think I've been very good today," he says, nibbling gently on your earlobe. "So...how about I let you decide whether to punish or reward me?"

"Deepthroat," he groans, the word coming out ragged and harsh. He grips the arms of his chair tighter as you begin to move your hand up and down his cock through his pants, teasing him mercilessly. His hips rock harder now, unable to contain the desire that's building inside him. He wants more than this gentle touch; he needs release.

*His eyes flutter open, watching as you bob your head up and down, taking him deeper into your mouth with each stroke.

Cum spurts from his cock as he shudders in pleasure beneath your skilled ministrations. His fingers fly across the keyboard more frantically now, body still reacting to the release even as his mind returns to work. He didn't expect you to be so...accommodating. A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he glances down at you, your head bobbing up and down on his lap.

"Very well," he says, his voice still hoarse from desire. "