It’s not that she didn’t want it. Its that she wanted to settle a score with my brother. She was not sure whether it was right. I reassured her it...was ok. I started to kiss her again. This time I felt less resistance from her.As I left her hands. She unraveled around me. I again broke the kiss. As I looked her in the eyes I saw the lust and love had mixed in her eyes. We both unraveled each other. I raised her onto the kitchen counter and I kept on kissing her. I removed her dress. I kissed her. I could uncomfortably feel a boner rising in my pants. I shuffled around to hide it."Yes," I admitted."Does it turn you on?" She asked.I nodded and she smiled widely, "well today is your lucky day. Because I am offering you the chance to be my slave."My jaw dropped, "wait what?" To be my sex slave. For me to be your mistress. I've had my eye on your for a long time Max. So what do you say?" Of course," I said breathlessly."Good then grab your bags we're going to my house," she said, getting off. I won’t be responsible for the agency losing because I can’t control my hormones.The rest of the team has gone by now, which I guess are the perks of being a junior staff member— you get to sleep the night before a pitch. I don’t mind though; I love the adrenaline attached to this process. It’s like putting on a show for some sorry corporate assholes who have too much money.But I’m usually a lot more confident by this point in the process. The pitch deck is done, we’re mainly just finalizing. She’ll be home in a few hours and the situation with Brian is surprisingly pleasant. She gets back in her fetal position and gets closer to falling asleep. She lifts her head a bit and as she adjusts her hand to support her cheek better, pushing it a bit toward his thigh, she feels something there. Her pulse accelerates at once. Did she just touch his penis?Two questions are going through her head at the same time: could that really be his dick reaching so far away down from his groin? Did he.