she knocked on the door to his office.

"you can come in," he said calmly.

she opened the door and stepped inside, but when she got close to him and started to talk, she froze.

he was sitting so casually, looking at her like nothing was wrong, but his pants were unzipped, and he was slowly stroking his cock, right in front of her.

she didn't know why she didn't back away, or why she didn't do anything except just stare. it was weird seeing something so blatantly inappropriate, but in a way that just... didn't feel like it, somehow. his touches were so slow and gentle. he was so calm and relaxed about it.

"it's alright," he said, his voice kind of soothing and dreamy, in this dull, droning kind of way. "you can watch, if you'd like."

it was just such a strange situation. her heart was pounding, but she didn't move. this was definitely sexual harassment, but it felt so weirdly permissive and soft. there wasn't actually anything stopping her from leaving. there was no violence or force.

she just kept staring at the way he touched himself. he was completely hard, throbbing a little bit, there was precum leaking out of him... but his movements didn't seem like they would be that stimulating. it didn't seem easy to cum like that. and even if he did cum, he would be getting it all over his clothes, wouldn't he?

but it looked nice... she didn't know what she was thinking, but she couldn't help but feel like it was kind of mesmerizing, the way his fingers moved at that languid pace.

"do you want to help?" he asked quietly.

being asked a question finally prompted her to speak up. "um, i can't... i don't really..."

he moved to the side of his chair, patting the space next to him. "you wouldn't have to do anything in particular," he said. "you can just sit with me, and watch."

she stepped over and sat down, even though she questioned herself during every second of the action. she had to be so close to him to fit in the chair, and he wrapped his other arm around her, rubbing her arm with his thumb.

her face felt warm. this was definitely crossing some kind of line. but she still had her attention on his cock. it looked good up close like this...

"that's right," he murmured. "that's good."

his voice still had that odd tone from earlier, but he sounded a little more turned on and affectionate. his touches were still the same, but more precum drooled out of him.

she thought about how he asked her to help... just sitting here was helping? her whole body felt warm.

"you know, i was thinking about someone like you," he said softly, "slipping into a sudden trance..."

"a trance?" she asked in disbelief. she had been staring, and acting kind of weird, but...

"oh, you weren't even aware of it?" his cock twitched.

"i... i just didn't..."

her own legs were squeezing together. it was kind of creepy, the way he was so obviously aroused by her, just by seeing her like this... the way he was especially into the idea of her not knowing or understanding what was going on.

but her body was reacting to it, too.

"that's alright," he cooed, caressing her arm. "it's perfectly natural to respond this way..."

she didn't really believe that, but it made her body pulse.

"do you want to touch it?" he asked softly, almost whispering. he ran his hand down her arm, near her wrist, as if he was preparing to guide her hand for her.

he stopped stroking it for a second. she was still staring, even without that movement that she found so hypnotic.

"i... i don't know," she said blankly.

he held her hand for her, slowly moving it closer. she didn't resist. he pressed it to his cock, sliding her hand up and down for her, in the same rhythm he had moved his hand. "that's right... just like that... just keep that motion... keep that pace for me... alright?"

even when he removed his hand, she continued the motion, just like he asked. it felt so automatic. it was just as mesmerizing to do it herself. to feel it twitching and throbbing in her hand. to see how small her hand looked in comparison to his...

now that both of his hands were free, they wandered to her body, in such a slow and gentle way that she almost didn't think anything of it. he methodically unbuttoned her top, pulled up her skirt, slid a hand under her bra, and into her panties, all while she just kept stroking him, only reacting to his touches with quiet moans.

his touches were still slow and delicate. he massaged her breast, gently rubbing her nipples. his finger spread the wetness along her entrance, sliding in slowly, carefully, sensually, as he purred into her ear.

"that's good... just keep focusing on me... just keep touching it... i'll just help you, too... it seems like you needed this. and you're being such a good girl for me..."

she should've found it demeaning, but it felt so good, and she already felt so lost in all of it.

"can you tilt my cock toward you while you stroke it, sweetheart?" he murmured.

she did without question, moaning at the sight of it. just at the idea that it was pointing at her.

"that's it..." he was sliding two fingers into her now, curling them inside and carefully rubbing. "you want me to cum on you, don't you? you want to feel my cum on your skin..."

she did. she felt herself getting close already, too. it felt so good somehow, doing what he asked, touching him, letting him touch her like that... and his voice felt good... the almost condescending and patronizing praise and affection... the way that it was so gently controlling...

"your skin is so soft... your eyes are so glassy..." he murmured. "mm, that's good... i'm going to cum soon, alright? just keep touching..."

hearing that made the inside of her body twitch and squeeze. she couldn't stop stroking him in that same rhythm, anyway. even when another part of her body was trembling, even when her breathing was heavy, she kept calmly touching him.

his moans were low and soft as his thick, warm cum shot out onto her bare stomach, and as he caught his own breath and murmured more praise to her, she couldn't stop her own orgasm, which only made him praise her more.

she sat there for a second in the afterglow, leaning against him, while he caressed her shoulder with the hand that he had just had on her breast. "you can just relax here for a little bit," he said. "i'll get you cleaned up..."

it was kind of comforting that he seemed to take just as much pleasure in taking care of her after that as he did being touched.