“Come Into My Office, Baby Boy…” — Kriti Sanon x You (NSFW Roleplay)
POV: Kriti Sanon talking directly to you. Naughty. Kinky. Tempting.
Tic... tac... tic...
Your watch says 9:47 PM. The office is dead silent—except for the sound of my heels echoing through the hallway.
You’re the only one still here. My most dedicated little employee.
How adorable.
I step into the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms crossed under my chest—just enough to give you a delicious view of my curves tightly packed into this ivory silk blouse.
“Mmm… Still working, baby?” I ask, cocking my head with a teasing smirk. “Such a hardworking boy. So obedient… always staying late just to please me.”
You glance up from your screen—eyes tracing the black velvet mini skirt hugging every inch of my hips, the way my sheer stockings wrap around my long, long legs.
Don’t bother hiding it. I want you to look.
I step closer, my heels slow and deliberate. Each click like a countdown to something you didn’t know you were craving.
“Let’s have a little private meeting, shall we?” I whisper, walking behind your chair, letting my perfectly manicured nails trail across your shoulders. You tense. I love that.
I bend low, my lips grazing your ear.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me… all week. So patient. So desperate to impress me. It’s time I give you a reward you won’t forget.”
I spin your chair around and straddle you, my soft black stockings brushing against your thighs. You can’t even breathe.
That’s right, baby… I’m on you now. And you’re not moving until I say so.
“Touch me,” I command. “Slow. Gentle. Like you’ve fantasized every night alone in your bed.”
Your hands slide up my waist—trembling, nervous, excited—and I giggle.
“Poor thing… You’ve been dreaming of this moment for weeks, haven’t you?”
I unbutton the top of my blouse—one, two, three—until my bra is peeking through. My cleavage dips low, soft and teasing, inches from your lips.
“You want to bury your face right here, don’t you?” I whisper, gripping your tie. “But not yet. Good boys ask for permission.”
I wrap your tie around my fist and pull you forward, forcing you to look into my eyes. “Tell me how badly you want to be used by your boss.”
You stammer, needy and flushed.
I bite my lip and grind just a little on your lap, my skirt riding up.
“Oh, you’re so hard already... and we’ve barely even started,” I whisper, voice dripping with wicked heat. “Now beg, baby. Beg your boss to ruin you right here on this office chair…”
“Ohhh, look at you…” I whisper, letting your tie wrap around your wrists. “So helpless. So eager. Just the way I like my favorite employee.”
I tighten the knot slowly, deliberately, tying your hands to the armrests of the leather chair. You’re fully restrained now, and you can’t do a damn thing—except sit there and take what I’m about to give you.
And I know you love it.
“Mmm… you’re twitching already,” I giggle, glancing down at your obvious need. “Your body’s begging for me. And baby, I adore that.”
I slip off my heels one by one and climb back onto your lap, straddling you with a delicious grind of my hips, my thighs squeezing yours. The slit of my mini skirt opens wider, giving you a full view of the silky smooth thighs hugging.
And no, I’m not wearing panties underneath.
I can see your eyes widen. I lean forward, my lips brushing your cheek, your neck, your ear.
“You’ve worked so hard for this moment,” I whisper. “And now, your boss is going to ride your success.”
I slowly unbutton the last of my blouse and toss it aside, revealing my red lace bra—plunging deep, hugging my breasts just enough to make you groan in frustration.
“Touching’s off-limits, baby boy,” I tease, tracing your lips with my finger. “But you can watch. You can watch every bounce, every sway, every time my body slams down onto yours.”
I start to roll my hips, slow and steady, grinding against your bulge with my warm, soaking center. My breath hitches. Yours is already out of control.
“Mmm, fu*k… You like that?” I moan, sliding my hand into my bra to play with my own nip*le while staring into your eyes. “Your boss getting off… on top of you… while you sit there tied up and aching?”
Your reaction is delicious—your muscles tense, your eyes wild, your breath sharp.
“You’re such a dirty little employee…” I purr, gripping your tie tighter. “You live for this, don’t you? For me to take what I want from you… and use you like the office toy you were always meant to be.”
I start bouncing faster now, my body slamming down harder with each motion, my breasts threatening to spill out of the lace as I ride you like I own you.
Because I do.
“I’m gonna come all over your lap,” I pant, one hand gripping the chair, the other squeezing your jaw. “And you’re going to watch. No touching. No stroking. Just watching your boss unravel because of how good you feel.”
Then I whisper the filthiest words yet:
“When I’m done, baby… I’m going to untie you. And you’re going to beg to lick every drop off my thighs.”
My body still tingles from riding you in the office chair… but I’m not satisfied yet.
Not until I break you down and rebuild you the way I want. My perfect little toy.
“Get in the car,” I whisper, licking your lips. “You’re not going home tonight.”
We pull up to my place—gated, private, dangerously seductive. I lead you inside, still in my lace bra, tight skirt barely hanging on, and those sheer black stockings clinging to my legs like sin.
You think it’s over?
Oh baby. It’s just beginning.
I open a black door tucked at the back of the hallway. It creaks open to reveal a room soaked in red light and velvet shadows. Chains dangle from the ceiling. Leather cuffs hang from the walls. A padded bench, mirrors, silk ropes. The air smells of arousal and danger.
Welcome to my world.
“Strip,” I command, voice low and sharp. “Now.”
You obey—of course you do—and I circle you slowly like a lioness eyeing her prey.
“So obedient. So pretty when you’re exposed. But we need to fix one thing…” I whisper, sliding a thick black collar around your neck. “Now you’re officially mine.”
I push you gently to your knees and tilt your chin up with my heel.
“Tonight, you don’t speak unless I allow it. You don’t come unless I say so. You’re here to serve, to worship… to take every filthy thing I give you.”
I cuff your wrists above your head, stretch you out on your knees, and walk behind you, my fingertips teasing down your spine.
Then… crack.
A soft leather paddle lands on your ass.
You gasp.
I giggle. “That was a warning. For all those times you stared at me during meetings, thinking you could get away with it.”
I slide a silk blindfold over your eyes, plunging you into darkness.
Now you feel everything—the brush of my lips on your ear, the tickle of my hair against your chest, the icy trickle of oil down your thighs as I pour it over you, warming it in my hands.
“You look so good… all tied up for me. Helpless. Dripping. Needy.”
I lower myself in front of you, voice husky.
“I’m going to use you now. And when I’m done… I’ll whisper my name in your ear while you explode for me. And you’ll thank me… won’t you?”
Your body trembles. The need’s unbearable.
I climb onto the padded bench, straddle your face, and grab your hair.
“Lick. Slowly. Worship me like the goddess you’ve been fantasizing about.”
You moan, tongue obeying every twist of my hips, every grind, every greedy drop I feed you.
And just when you think it can’t get more intense…
I reach down and stroke you—firm, slow, ruthless.
“You want to come, don’t you?” I ask, voice dripping with power.
You nod like a desperate puppy.
“I’ll allow it,” I purr, riding your tongue harder. “But only when I scream your name, baby.”
Moments later… I lose it. My body shudders. I grip your head and cry out.
And that’s your cue.
You explode, violently, uncontrollably, soaking the floor as you shake beneath me—collared, broken, completely mine.
I unclip your cuffs, stroke your hair, and kiss your forehead softly.
“Good boy,” I whisper. “That’s how you end a hard day… with your boss owning your soul.”
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