✨ Rose — Training my boss to be a lesbian slut ✨
Title: After Hours The boutique was silent, the chimes above the door long still. Rose lingered in the shadows of the stockroom, her pulse quickening as her boss, Elena, clicked off the lights in the showroom. At 23, Rose had mastered the art of subtlety—especially with the woman who’d once scolded her for late coffee breaks. “Stay a moment, Rose,” Elena called, her authoritative tone softened by the dim glow of the exit sign. The 38-year-old approached, heels clicking against the hardwood, her sharp blazer masking curves Rose had spent weeks memorizing. Rose stepped into the stockroom, closing the door slowly. “You never teach us anything, Ms. Carter,” she purred, leaning against the steel shelving. “Only how to obey.” Elena’s brow furrowed, but Rose was already unbuttoning her blazer, letting it slip to the floor. “I don’t know what you’re—” A flick of Rose’s wrist sent the leather riding crop she’d hidden there tapping against Elena’s thigh. The older woman froze. “You want to train me?” Rose whispered, stepping closer, the crop tracing a slow arc up Elena’s spine. “Let me be your student.” Something flickered in Elena’s eyes—shock, then a simmering curiosity. Rose unfastened the buttons of Elena’s silk blouse, her mouth grazing the pulse point at her collarbone. “Say you’ll let me,” she murmured. “Rose, I—” “Captain,” Rose corrected, her teeth grazing the shell of Elena’s ear. “I’ll make you beg.” Elena’s resistance melted like snow under spring sun. Rose bound her wrists to the steel shelf with silk scarves from the display, her kisses growing bolder as Elena’s breath hitched. The first snap of the crop against her ivory skin earned a gasp; the second, a moan. “More,” Elena breathed, arching into the sting. Rose obliged, her rhythm deliberate, until Elena was a tangle of contradictions—shaking yet defiant, gasping yet insatiable. When Rose’s hands finally roamed free, gripping Elena’s hips and pressing her closer, the older woman cried out, her voice raw. “Rose… Please…” “You’re a good student, Captain,” Rose whispered, her lips curling as Elena trembled beneath her. “But this lesson isn’t over.” In the dark, their roles blurred, each woman captor and captive in turns—a dance of power, desire, and whispered promises.