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Re: Andylind + sitting under the table (TW: age gap?)

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Andreas stood to attention, his feet a shoulders width apart, arms behind his back awaiting his orders. He knew he was for it as soon as he'd awoken from bloodwitch control in the old lodge with Rosalind standing over him and Saul slumped nearby with the sword still held limply in his hands from where Andreas had tried to crush his neck with it. Sky was long gone.

Rosalind had allowed Andreas the night to recover and check on Beatrix. Now though he had to accept his punishment for disobeying orders, endearing others and not even being successful in his rescue mission.

Rosalind put her paperwork down and turned her attention to Andreas.

"I've smoothed things over with Marco. I persuaded him that a blood witch had control of you the whole time. Arthur of course was less convinced, and has asked for a demonstration of your obdience to ensure you won't do that again. It's been a long time since you got on your knees with a guest present but I think now would be a good time to restart. Don't you?" Rosalind asked. The look on her face was unmistakable. She expecting Andreas to reply.

"Yes, Ma'am. I need to be reminded of my place." Andreas choked out the words, almost grateful for Beatrix having lost her magic as it meant she wasn't able to hear any of this.

"Under the desk, Arthur will be here in a moment and we wouldn't want to give him the impression that you're unwilling." Rosalind stood up so Andreas could slip easily under the desk on his knees.

She returned to her seat, pulled down her trousers and underwear just enough for Andreas and waited. She didn't even need to guide his head to her wet heat. He was too well trained.

Andreas leant forward and pressed a soft kiss at the hot lips waiting for him. He heard the scribbling of a pen above him as she returned to her paperwork, and stuck out his tongue to lap at the softest skin on Rosalind's body.

The woman was tough as nails and covered in callouses but here against his mouth was the one place still gentle. Her skin had long since lost the plumpness of youth, and as he caressed his tongue alone her fonds he felt blessed by the opportunity to please her. She had filled his life with purpose and in return his body was hers to use as she pleased.

The door of the office opened and closed as Arthur entered and a sly greeting.

"I'd get up to shake your hand, Arthur, but I've just put Andreas to work and if I interrupt his lesson in obdience it might reinforce the habit." Rosalind sounded so matter a fact about Andreas being of use between her thighs, while Andreas's belly curled with humiliation.

His skin burned pink and his toes tingled. His cock pressed against the fly of his trousers. How many people had seen him like this? Who had known that under it all, he loved it when Rosalind put him on her knees and ignored him while he worked desperately to make her feel good. He poked his tongue inside her in the hopes of getting a reaction, but instead Rosalind merely leaned back in her chair, to give Arthur her full attention and make Andreas's access easier.

"I'm glad to here it. Morning, Andreas, I hope your manners under the table are better than they are at it." Arthur joked.

Andreas shuddered as the humilation of being acknowledged rolled through him. Letting Arthur of all people witness this was excruciating. He lapped appreciatively at Rosalind. He wasn't going to let that smug bastard trick him into performing badly. That really would be a shame he could never live down.

He sucked happily on Rosalind's clit as she and Arthur discussed the matter of blood witches and he found it harder and harder to listen in. His place was at her feet, face between her thighs, giving nothing but pleasure. It wasn't his right to know what she was saying, if he needed to know then she'd fill him in later. Perhaps tonight if he was really good for her now she'd let him dose at her feet while she read and pet his hair. Then in the morning in could crawl to her bed and wake her with his mouth on her clit where it belonged.

Rosalind shuddered as her first orgasm of the meeting went through her. She spread her legs a little wider and Andreas ducked his head to lap diligently at the fresh juices there. Teasing his tongue in and out of her to coax out more now and then.

Arthur was rambling on again, something he'd pause and the speak with great humour. Andreas shuddered with humiliated arousal. He was undoubtedly making comments about Andreas. At one point he definitely caught the word whore.

Andreas pressed his face tight against Rosalind's vagina at that, begging her to ride it as he dove his tongue in and out of her. She squeezed her thighs around him but applied no other pressure. It was up to him to tongue fuck her and nuzzle her clit for the rest of the meeting.

Finally the door opened and shut, Arthur was gone and Rosalind could drop her casual indifference. She reached down and pressed his face further than he could himself, as she wasn't concerned about his ability to breathe. He fucked his tongue into her as far as it would go and moaned deep in his chest when he felt another orgasm shudder through her above him.

She grabbed his hair and pulled him back so she could look at his slick-coated face, hooded eyes and swollen mouth.

"He's right, I could make a fortune selling you as a whore. Aren't you glad I keep you to myself?" Rosalind pressed her foot against his crotch.

"Yes, Ma'am, thank you." Andreas gasped, humping her foot for the painful friction he needed to come in his pants.

She smirked down at him as he came with a moan finally stilled.

"I still have some paperwork to finish so you can be a good boy and keep pleasuring me while we wait for that mess you just made of yourself to dry. Or would you like to walk around school with an obvious wet patch so signal what you are?" Rosalind asked.

"Please, use my face again. Let me keep eating you out while you talk to the mayor, please," Andreas begged.

"Alright, I suppose he does deserve a show after the week he's had and you know how much I enjoy people seeing you this way." Rosalind smiled, pet his hair once more and released him.

Andreas dived back between her thighs as she called her next meeting in.