My Intentional Insubordination

My Intentional Insubordination: Breaking the Rules

Hello, naughty ones. Some people like to unwind with a good book or their favorite dramas or sitcoms. Me? I have a much hotter way to relax: role-play. And that’s exactly what I did last Saturday. Nothing like pushing the limits and breaking a few rules, hence my intentional insubordination.

My accomplice loves to play the strict, no-nonsense boss who always gets his way as much as I enjoy being his very unprofessional assistant.

Called out for my intentional insubordination

We set the scene in my home office. He arrived in full character: dark suit, crisp tie, and that commanding air of his that gives me goosebumps. As for me, I decided to wear a tight pencil skirt, a silky blouse unbuttoned just enough to tease, stilettos, and a pair of glasses perched on my nose.

“Do you know why you’re here, Alyssa?” His voice was smooth and slow, sending a shiver down my spine.

“No, sir. Did I do something wrong?”

His smirk was sinful as he flipped open a file. “Oh, I think you know exactly what you did.”

Breaking the Rules on Purpose

I tried to feign innocence, but he wasn’t buying it. “Showing up in blouses and skirts so tight I can’t – I mean, your coworkers can’t concentrate.”

“I didn’t realize that was against company policy,” I said, slowly crossing my legs so he could see I wasn’t wearing panties. Being a sexy little smoke show turned me on as much as my intentional insubordination and its effect on him.

His eyes darkened. “And worst of all, you keep forgetting my office hours. They’re six to nine.”

How my intentional insubordination paid off in the best way

I gasped as he stood, rounding the desk. And my heart raced when he grabbed my hips, lifting me onto the polished surface. “And now,” he said as his fingers skimmed my thighs, “I have no choice but to take disciplinary action.” His approach to correcting my intentional insubordination began with spreading my legs. His tongue flicked my clit, slow at first, then faster until I felt my legs trembling in his hands. I moaned, arching into him, completely at his mercy.

Then I heard the soft rustle of fabric and the metallic click of his belt. And before I had time to catch my breath, he began to fuck my mouth. I wrapped my fingers around his hard cock, stroking and sucking him slowly, as his tongue worked me mercilessly. The deeper I took him into my mouth, the more he growled against my pussy, sending shockwaves through me.

I was so close, shaking in his grasp and loving every moment of my intentional insubordination. “Come for me,” he ordered. “Come on my tongue like a good girl.”

That was all it took. My lips tightened around his cock as I came, sending him over the edge with me. His hips jerked, and I swallowed every drop of cum he offered me.

Will I Misbehave Again?

Then his grip tightened on my chin, his dark, hungry gaze locking onto mine. “Think you’ll remember my office hours next time?”

I grinned, breathless, already craving another round. “Oh, trust me, sir. I’ll be early.”

Some rules are meant to be broken. So call me if you feel like breaking the rules or want to experience some of my intentional insubordination.

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