Chapter 1: Me and Ms. Grace (NC-17)

My name is Pim Pimlapa.

I’m just an ordinary marketing employee at a private company. Thirty years old, single, and currently searching for the meaning of life. The idea of a traditional male-female family has never crossed my mind—perhaps because I like women. Just the thought of marrying a man makes me feel like throwing up.

Tonight… once again, I found myself standing in the office bathroom, a place where the line between boss and subordinate blurred like a watercolor painting smeared with water. It was a dance we both knew we shouldn’t begin, yet neither of us ever stopped.

The cold tiles beneath my feet made everything sharper, more vivid. My heart pounded so loudly it nearly drowned out the silence. Past midnight, the office was deserted, the space entirely ours.

Ms. Grace stood in the corner of the bathroom. She was beautiful, poised, and so perfect it felt almost unreal. Her piercing gaze and tall, elegant figure in a black suit left me breathless. Just imagining her stripping me bare was enough to send shivers of anticipation down my spine.

And, God, how much I wanted her to do exactly that.

“You’re late again, Pim.” Her voice had a chastising edge, but not entirely—and I loved the way she spoke to me.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Grace,” I replied softly, avoiding her sharp gaze that seemed to see right through me.

“Come here. Closer.”

Her short command felt less like a request and more like an order. I stepped forward, even as my legs felt impossibly heavy, burdened by something unseen. The way she looked at me, like she was consuming me whole, made my skin prickle with both fear and desire.

Her long, slender fingers tilted my chin up. The touch was gentle but left no doubt as to who was in control. She didn’t give me a chance to say a word—there was only her lips pressing firmly against mine, stealing my breath away.

I felt as though I was being pulled into another world—a world where nothing existed but the heat of her touch. Her hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies pressed together. My back met the damp, cold wall of the bathroom.

“You know I love doing this with you when I’m stressed... it clears my mind completely,” she whispered, her soft voice cutting through the haze of my thoughts as if amplified.

Her hands moved to unbutton my shirt, one button at a time, exposing skin that flushed red under her gaze. I closed my eyes, surrendering entirely, letting her touch consume me. What I felt wasn’t just embarrassment—it was an overwhelming desire I couldn’t deny.

“Ms. Grace... what if someone comes back?” I tried to protest, my voice weak and uncertain, but my words were swallowed the moment she kissed me again. This time, it was fiercer, more commanding, as though she needed to remind me that I was hers.

“No one’s coming back. Trust me...” Her voice was firm, carrying a certainty that made me forget everything else. All that remained was the sensation of her hand trailing down my thigh, slipping beneath the fabric that kept her from me.

And then, she began to do what she did best—her fingers, skillful and deliberate, brought waves of pleasure that coursed through my body. I bit down on my lip, trying to stifle the sounds that threatened to escape, but my body betrayed every effort to resist.

“The meeting today nearly drove me insane,” she muttered, her voice low and husky, sending shivers through me.

“Pim, could you help me relieve some of that stress?”

Before I could answer, her lips descended on mine again, demanding and fiery, pulling me further into a realm where only she and I existed.

I clung to her tightly, struggling to keep my balance, as every other feeling was replaced by the heat of her touch—the fervent kiss, the unique scent of her perfume, and the unyielding embrace that left no space between us.

“This isn’t the first time we’ve done this in the office bathroom, you know. Why are you so tense?” she teased, her tone playful.

“I’m scared someone will walk in,” I replied softly.

“I already told you, no one’s coming back. Right now, it’s just the two of us… doing this.” She paused, her lips curling into a sly smile. “Besides, don’t you usually enjoy this? After a stressful day at work, isn’t this what you need? Relax, my good girl.”

Her voice was soft but carried a mischievous undertone, especially as her movements grew quicker. I tried to hold back, but the moan that escaped my lips gave away the truth far better than any words could.

It felt as though everything was slipping out of control. My body, once mine alone, responded to her completely and willingly. Each touch of hers pulled me further away from any semblance of restraint, leaving me adrift in a sea of raw sensation.

“Ms. Grace… ah…”

My voice trembled, and my flushed face seemed to only fuel her satisfaction. I caught a glimpse of her smile, that faint curl of her lips, as her skilled hands continued their work.

“That’s it… say my name again,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers coursing through me.

I leaned back against the wall, utterly powerless, surrendering to her entirely. The air between us grew hotter, heavier, until my body tensed and shuddered as her fingers found the deepest part of me. The rising waves of pleasure built to an intense crescendo, and I couldn’t stop the cry that escaped my lips.

“Ah… oh… Ms. Grace!”

The sound of my voice was filled with unrestrained ecstasy. My body convulsed in that final moment, and the moans I’d been suppressing spilled out, beyond my control. My strength faded, and I collapsed into her arms, letting her hold me tightly.

Ms. Grace steadied me, her embrace firm and comforting. She pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, her hands skillfully fixing my clothes until they looked neat once more.

“Good girl,” she murmured, her voice laced with satisfaction. “Remember this—you’re mine.”

Ms. Grace’s voice was firm yet carried a tenderness that made my heart tremble. Her piercing gaze seemed to cut through every layer of my thoughts, leaving me feeling utterly exposed. It was as though her words alone had shackled me. There were no chains, yet my heart felt tightly bound, unable to break free.

Ms. Grace wasn’t just my boss. She was someone who had completely claimed a space in my heart. The love I felt for her was overwhelming, mixed with a willing surrender to her control, without conditions or boundaries.

But between Ms. Grace and me, it was nothing more than a “friends with benefits” arrangement. No love. No emotional attachment. Only obsession. Our relationship was a whirlpool I had fallen into, with no way out. I knew it was dangerous, but it was also intoxicating and irresistibly magnetic.

Ms. Grace was the person I had to bow my head to and respectfully call “Boss” every morning at work. Yet, tonight, that title was replaced by the moans escaping my lips—moans that spoke of desire and complete submission.

“Why do I let this happen?” I asked myself, but the answer was elusive, slipping away like it didn’t exist. I couldn’t pinpoint where it had all begun. I only knew that I had fallen too deep to turn back now.

And yet, I didn’t mind. I was willing. I allowed myself to be consumed, to stay in the shadows where no one could see us, just to remain a part of her life—even if it was only a fragment.

“How did love make me this blind?” I wondered.

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