Day 5: Under Desk/Semi-Public

Day 5: Under Desk/Semi-Public

The boardroom at Runway was filled with the quiet hum of conversation, the sound of papers rustling, and the faint clink of coffee cups being placed back on the polished mahogany table. Miranda sat at the head of the table, her posture regal, her eyes focused on the presentation being given by one of the junior editors. As always, she was the picture of calm, composed power—radiating authority and command.

But beneath the table, Andrea Sachs knelt between Miranda's legs, hidden from view, her heart racing as she prepared to do something reckless, something thrilling.

It had started as a joke, a teasing remark Miranda had made before the meeting began—something about how dull these editorial meetings could be and how Andrea might make herself more useful. Andrea had laughed it off at first, but when Miranda's eyes darkened with that familiar glint of challenge, something shifted between them.

And now, here she was, kneeling under the table, her breath coming in shallow bursts as her hands carefully parted Miranda's legs, pushing her skirt up just enough to reveal her lace underwear. The thrill of it—the idea of doing this while the room was full of Miranda's staff, none of them aware—made Andrea's heart pound in her chest.

Above her, Miranda remained perfectly still, her expression unreadable as she leaned back slightly in her chair, her eyes never leaving the presentation. But Andrea could see the way Miranda's fingers curled around the edge of the table, the slight tension in her posture that gave away her anticipation.

Andrea's breath hitched as she leaned forward, her hands gently sliding Miranda's panties to the side, revealing the glistening wetness already pooling between her thighs. The sight of it—the sheer need Miranda was hiding so well—sent a wave of heat through Andrea, making her desperate to give Miranda what she craved.

Without hesitation, Andrea pressed her lips to Miranda's slick folds, her tongue flicking out to taste her. Miranda's body tensed slightly, but her face remained impassive, her eyes still fixed on the presentation as if nothing was happening beneath the table.

Andrea's tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, teasing Miranda's clit as she explored her, savoring the taste of her arousal. The thrill of doing this in such a public setting, with everyone else in the room completely unaware, made Andrea's own body ache with desire. She could feel Miranda's thighs trembling slightly beneath her hands, could hear the faintest hitch in her breath, but otherwise, Miranda gave nothing away.

"Excellent point," Miranda said calmly, her voice steady as she responded to something one of the editors had said. Her tone was perfectly even, as if there wasn't someone between her legs, licking her with practiced precision.

Andrea smiled against Miranda's skin, the thrill of their secret encounter making her movements more insistent. Her tongue flicked over Miranda's clit, teasing it with soft, slow strokes before pressing harder, more deliberately. She wanted to push Miranda closer to the edge, to see how far she could take her without giving anything away to the rest of the room.

Miranda's fingers tightened around the edge of the table, her knuckles whitening slightly as she tried to maintain her composure. Andrea could feel the tension in her body, the way her hips subtly rocked forward, seeking more pressure, more release.

"Continue," Miranda said, her voice firm but with a slight edge to it, as if she was barely holding herself together. The meeting carried on as if nothing was happening, the editors completely oblivious to what was going on under the table.

Andrea's tongue moved faster now, her lips pressing soft, wet kisses to Miranda's clit as she sucked gently, her hands gripping Miranda's thighs to hold her steady. She could feel Miranda's body responding, the subtle tremors in her legs, the way her hips shifted ever so slightly with each stroke of Andrea's tongue.

Miranda's breath came in shorter, shallower bursts, but she remained stoic, her face revealing nothing as her body slowly unraveled beneath the table. Andrea moaned softly against her, the vibration of her voice sending a jolt of pleasure through Miranda's body.

"Miranda," one of the senior editors asked, glancing at her with a questioning expression, "do you have any thoughts on the next steps for the September issue?"

Miranda's eyes flickered slightly, her gaze briefly unfocused as Andrea's tongue circled her clit with more intensity. For a brief moment, Andrea thought Miranda might falter, might lose her composure in front of everyone—but then she recovered, her voice calm and authoritative as ever.

"I'll review the layouts this evening," Miranda said smoothly, her voice steady despite the tremor in her body. "Make sure they're on my desk by five."

Andrea's heart raced, her body buzzing with excitement as she continued to work her tongue over Miranda's clit, her lips pressing harder now, her movements more insistent. She could feel Miranda getting closer, her body tensing beneath her as her breath came faster, her grip on the table tightening.

Miranda's hand slipped down to her lap, her fingers tangling in Andrea's hair, a silent command to keep going, to push her over the edge. Andrea obeyed, her tongue moving faster, harder, as she drove Miranda closer and closer to release.

The tension in Miranda's body was palpable now, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as Andrea's tongue worked her closer to the brink. But still, Miranda remained composed, her face giving nothing away as she sat at the head of the table, her staff completely unaware of the pleasure building inside her.

Andrea's tongue flicked over Miranda's clit one last time, her lips pressing a firm, wet kiss to her sensitive flesh as Miranda's body finally gave in. Miranda's thighs trembled, her grip on the table tightening as her orgasm ripped through her, a soft, barely audible gasp escaping her lips.

Andrea moaned softly against her, drawing out every last tremor of Miranda's release with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue. Miranda's body trembled beneath her, her hips rocking gently against Andrea's mouth as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm, all while maintaining her perfect composure.

When it was finally over, Miranda gently pushed Andrea back, her hand resting lightly on her head for a moment before returning to the table. Andrea carefully adjusted Miranda's skirt, making sure everything was in place, her breath still coming in shallow bursts as she knelt beneath the table, hidden from view. The meeting continued around them, the editors completely oblivious to what had just transpired.

Andrea stayed perfectly still, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for the meeting to end. She could still taste Miranda's arousal on her lips, the thrill of their secret encounter making her body buzz with anticipation. Her own arousal was still burning inside her, a constant, aching need that she tried to push down, but the excitement of what they had done lingered in every fiber of her being.

Above her, Miranda remained perfectly composed, her voice cool and authoritative as she directed the conversation, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. But every now and then, Andrea could feel the subtle tension in Miranda's body, the slight tremble in her leg that betrayed the pleasure she had just experienced.

The meeting felt like it lasted forever, but finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the editors began to gather their things and file out of the room. Andrea stayed perfectly still, waiting for the last person to leave before Miranda finally rose from her chair.

"You may come out now," Miranda said softly, her voice filled with that familiar mix of command and affection as she stood by the door, waiting for the last straggler to leave.

Andrea slowly crawled out from under the table, her body trembling with the weight of her own unsatisfied desire. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal as she stood before Miranda, her legs weak from the intensity of their earlier encounter.

Miranda's eyes flickered over her, her lips curling into a faint smile as she reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Andrea's face. "You did well," she murmured softly, her voice filled with approval. "But I imagine you're in need of some… relief."

Andrea's breath hitched, her heart racing as she nodded, her body still aching with unfulfilled desire. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please."

Miranda's smile widened slightly as she stepped closer, her hand resting lightly on Andrea's arm. "Go to my private bathroom," she instructed, her voice soft but filled with authority. "I'll meet you there."

Andrea's pulse quickened, her body trembling as she obeyed, heading toward Miranda's private bathroom with quick, eager steps. The space was as luxurious and pristine as the rest of Miranda's office—marble countertops, a large mirror, and soft, dim lighting that created an intimate atmosphere.

Andrea stood in front of the mirror, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she tried to calm herself. The need burning inside her was almost unbearable now, her body trembling with arousal as she waited for Miranda.

A moment later, the door clicked open, and Miranda entered the bathroom, her gaze immediately locking onto Andrea's in the mirror. She stepped behind her, her hands gently resting on Andrea's shoulders as she leaned in, her breath warm against Andrea's neck.

"Look at you," Miranda murmured softly, her voice filled with quiet admiration as her hands slid down Andrea's arms, her fingers brushing lightly over her skin. "So desperate for release."

Andrea's breath hitched, her body trembling as she met Miranda's gaze in the mirror, her own eyes filled with need. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I need you."

Miranda's lips curled into a knowing smile as her hands slid lower, her fingers teasing the fabric of Andrea's skirt before slipping beneath it, finding the dampness that had soaked through her panties. "I can see that," Miranda murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction as her fingers pressed against Andrea's clit through the thin fabric.

Andrea gasped, her hips bucking forward slightly as Miranda's fingers began to move, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over her clit. The sensation was overwhelming, the friction of the fabric against her sensitive flesh sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

"You're soaked," Miranda whispered, her voice low and filled with amusement as her fingers moved faster, more insistently. "I didn't realize you enjoyed being my pet so much."

Andrea moaned softly, her body trembling as she pressed herself harder against Miranda's hand, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Only for you," she gasped, her voice trembling with need as her hips rocked in time with Miranda's movements. "Only ever for you."

Miranda's eyes darkened with satisfaction as she increased the pressure, her fingers rubbing harder against Andrea's clit, the fabric of her panties adding just the right amount of friction to drive Andrea wild. The wet sounds of her arousal filled the small bathroom, mixing with Andrea's breathless moans as Miranda pushed her closer and closer to release.

"You're going to come for me, aren't you?" Miranda whispered, her voice a low growl as her fingers moved faster, more insistently. "You're going to come just like this, with me watching you in the mirror."

Andrea's breath came faster, her body trembling with the intensity of her desire as Miranda's words pushed her even closer to the edge. She could feel the tension building inside her, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with every stroke of Miranda's fingers.

"Please," Andrea gasped, her voice barely audible as her hips bucked wildly against Miranda's hand. "I need to… I'm so close…"

Miranda's grip tightened on her, her fingers pressing harder, faster, as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Andrea's ear. "Come for me," Miranda commanded softly, her voice filled with quiet authority. "Now."

At Miranda's command, Andrea's body shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her with devastating force, her hips bucking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling in Miranda's arms.

Miranda didn't stop. She continued to rub Andrea's clit through the soaked fabric of her panties, drawing out every last tremor of her orgasm until Andrea was completely spent, her body slumping back against Miranda, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

When it was finally over, Miranda gently withdrew her hand, her fingers brushing lightly over Andrea's arm as she pressed a soft kiss to her neck. "You did well," she whispered, her voice filled with affection as she looked at Andrea in the mirror, her eyes soft and warm. "Very well."

Andrea smiled weakly, her body still trembling from the intensity of her release as she turned to face Miranda, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "For everything."

Miranda's lips curled into a faint smile as she reached up, gently brushing a strand of hair from Andrea's face. "You're always such a good girl for me," she murmured softly, her eyes filled with affection. "Now, clean yourself up."