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way I wanted.
"I have an important phone call soon. I will
need you to listen in and take notes via your intercom.
Understand?"
"Yes sir."
He nodded toward the door. I stood up and
walked out, unable to stop my hips from swaying. But again, in all
the reflections I could see of him, he didn't look up.
*
Half an hour later and there was no phone
call. I thought about heading out for another lap around the
internet but really, nothing interesting had happened in the last
ten minutes that I needed to see. I also had access to every record
and file I'd ever want but there was no way I was going to start
browsing before Mr. Stone gave me instructions on what to look for.
That would be a guaranteed way to get fired.
I sat back in my chair and closed my eyes. My
stomach was already hinting that perhaps it was time for food.
Normally I'd be out of the office by five and there is this amazing
soft pretzel cart halfway home. Just thinking about it made my
stomach rumble.
I relaxed and let my mind wander. Mr. Stone
spanking me, a delicious hot pretzel, the scratched-up antique
coffee table I'd bought three weeks ago that I planned to varnish,
Ms. Green the phantom HR person, Mr. Stone whispering in my ear
that he wanted me...
"Ms. Neri..."
I opened my eyes to find Mr. Stone watching
me and I suddenly realized I must have been asleep or on the edge
of it. It was after six. The sun was setting and heavy rainclouds
had massed over the city.
"Your call," I said, trying to straighten
clothes and hair at the same time. It was a futile task: my hair
had escaped its tie and my skirt had decided to hike itself halfway
up my legs.
"It didn't happen," he said, sounding
annoyed. "It's time to go home."
He stood there watching me as I scrambled to
gather my things and turn my computer off. His face was unreadable.
Was he waiting for me? Was he just being polite? Once I finally had
everything together I followed him to the elevator and we stood
there in silence waiting for it to arrive. Finally, about three
eternities later, it arrived and I followed him in.
In the confined space, his scent seemed to
magnify and sweep over me. I forgot about being hungry, forgot
about feeling awkward. What if he just grabbed my hair and forced
me down on my knees. Made me open my mouth and unzipped his
pants...
"It's quite late. I will give you a ride
home."
My mind reassembled the sentence into
something far hotter and it took me a moment to respond
properly.
"It's not far, I'll walk."
"Most people know better than to turn down a
request from their boss."
I glanced at his reflection in the elevator
doors but his face was smooth and his gaze level. Was he joking or
annoyed?
We reached the bottom and the doors opened.
He stepped out and I followed him. Then he turned on the spot so
quickly I almost ran into him.
"One last time Delilah. Come with me."
I could barely think straight with the
barrage of thoughts going through my mind. The closeness of his
body was short-circuiting me. I was getting hot and between my legs
I could feel myself getting wet. I swallowed and looked down at the
floor but caught myself glancing at the front of his black suit
pants and the leather of his belt. I closed my eyes.
"I'll walk. Thank you for the offer."
"Very well," he said and stepped around me. I
heard him enter the elevator and the doors close. I opened my eyes
with a sigh of relief and felt myself break out in perspiration. I
couldn't control myself around him. I had to remember why I was
here. It wasn't to be spanked. It wasn't to be fucked. It wasn't to
have him pull me to my knees and make me open my mouth...
I shook myself out of that idea, swiped my
security card and walked outside, the door locking behind me with a
double beep. In time with the final beep the storm-clouds above the
city decided to let go. The dark night turned into a dark and wet
night instantly. The rain was like a vertical wall of water and I
shivered as the temperature dropped.
I
"I have an important phone call soon. I will
need you to listen in and take notes via your intercom.
Understand?"
"Yes sir."
He nodded toward the door. I stood up and
walked out, unable to stop my hips from swaying. But again, in all
the reflections I could see of him, he didn't look up.
*
Half an hour later and there was no phone
call. I thought about heading out for another lap around the
internet but really, nothing interesting had happened in the last
ten minutes that I needed to see. I also had access to every record
and file I'd ever want but there was no way I was going to start
browsing before Mr. Stone gave me instructions on what to look for.
That would be a guaranteed way to get fired.
I sat back in my chair and closed my eyes. My
stomach was already hinting that perhaps it was time for food.
Normally I'd be out of the office by five and there is this amazing
soft pretzel cart halfway home. Just thinking about it made my
stomach rumble.
I relaxed and let my mind wander. Mr. Stone
spanking me, a delicious hot pretzel, the scratched-up antique
coffee table I'd bought three weeks ago that I planned to varnish,
Ms. Green the phantom HR person, Mr. Stone whispering in my ear
that he wanted me...
"Ms. Neri..."
I opened my eyes to find Mr. Stone watching
me and I suddenly realized I must have been asleep or on the edge
of it. It was after six. The sun was setting and heavy rainclouds
had massed over the city.
"Your call," I said, trying to straighten
clothes and hair at the same time. It was a futile task: my hair
had escaped its tie and my skirt had decided to hike itself halfway
up my legs.
"It didn't happen," he said, sounding
annoyed. "It's time to go home."
He stood there watching me as I scrambled to
gather my things and turn my computer off. His face was unreadable.
Was he waiting for me? Was he just being polite? Once I finally had
everything together I followed him to the elevator and we stood
there in silence waiting for it to arrive. Finally, about three
eternities later, it arrived and I followed him in.
In the confined space, his scent seemed to
magnify and sweep over me. I forgot about being hungry, forgot
about feeling awkward. What if he just grabbed my hair and forced
me down on my knees. Made me open my mouth and unzipped his
pants...
"It's quite late. I will give you a ride
home."
My mind reassembled the sentence into
something far hotter and it took me a moment to respond
properly.
"It's not far, I'll walk."
"Most people know better than to turn down a
request from their boss."
I glanced at his reflection in the elevator
doors but his face was smooth and his gaze level. Was he joking or
annoyed?
We reached the bottom and the doors opened.
He stepped out and I followed him. Then he turned on the spot so
quickly I almost ran into him.
"One last time Delilah. Come with me."
I could barely think straight with the
barrage of thoughts going through my mind. The closeness of his
body was short-circuiting me. I was getting hot and between my legs
I could feel myself getting wet. I swallowed and looked down at the
floor but caught myself glancing at the front of his black suit
pants and the leather of his belt. I closed my eyes.
"I'll walk. Thank you for the offer."
"Very well," he said and stepped around me. I
heard him enter the elevator and the doors close. I opened my eyes
with a sigh of relief and felt myself break out in perspiration. I
couldn't control myself around him. I had to remember why I was
here. It wasn't to be spanked. It wasn't to be fucked. It wasn't to
have him pull me to my knees and make me open my mouth...
I shook myself out of that idea, swiped my
security card and walked outside, the door locking behind me with a
double beep. In time with the final beep the storm-clouds above the
city decided to let go. The dark night turned into a dark and wet
night instantly. The rain was like a vertical wall of water and I
shivered as the temperature dropped.
I
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