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breasts, before pointing her to a corner office in the back. A very big corner office.
“Ma’am,” a young woman in a beige suit said. Her cubicle banked Theo’s office, so presumably she was his assistant.
Lucinda turned on her and was about to tell the woman that she had an appointment when the office door opened and a startled Theo stared at her. His expression quickly dropped to neutral, and he addressed the woman in beige. “Camille, I forgot to tell you I’m leaving a few minutes early to go to a meeting.”
“A meeting? Really?”
Lucinda looked at Camille and hated that she was jealous of her. Hated that she wanted to tell Camille that Theo was taken. Gah. It was like Theo brought out the worst in her. “Are you questioning your boss?”
“She wouldn’t be the first woman to do that,” Theo mumbled from behind her.
Camille gaped, but before she could respond, Theo grabbed Lucinda’s elbow and dragged her into his office, shutting the door behind them.
“You didn’t answer my texts,” she sputtered.
His eyes were cold fury, and both fear and longing gripped her. Push, Lucy. Just a little more.
He pulled her forward and dropped his hands to the button of her jeans, fumbling to undo it and tug her jeans off. She whimpered, but he didn’t do anything but plop her into the leather chair across from his desk.
She glanced around the room, noticing not only the gorgeous view from his office, but the floor-to-ceiling windows that made her shudder. She was naked from the waist down in his office. Not that anyone could realistically see anything inside an office on the eighteenth floor of his high-rise, but the idea being exposed made her fist her hands in her lap.
“I’m working, brat. You’re not to say a word. Not one word for the next hour. You cannot touch yourself. You cannot move. You sit there and stay still. If you manage to accomplish this for an hour, I’ll consider having a conversation with you.”
Her head dropped, and liquid pooled between her legs. She was humiliated and desperate, and she didn’t know why it felt so good to be bared for him like this, to have him angry at her enough to leave her in this position, but it did. Her clit pulsed, and juice dripped out of her and slipped down toward the crack in her ass. Her breathing shifted, and her heart rate sped. She tried to stay quiet, but the longer she suffered, the more she needed to whimper.
“Hold it in, sweetheart. Not one word,” he said, typing on his computer as if he were talking to his beige-clothed assistant.
Lucinda sat as straight as possible, her nails digging into her bare thighs. Theo’s phone rang, and he had a brief conversation, presumably with Camille, explaining he didn’t need her anymore for the day and she could go. Finally, finally, he looked up.
“Stand,” he said, his voice low and raspy.
Lucinda got up on shaking legs.
“Hands behind your back.”
She moved her hands, and he came around his desk and dropped to his knees before her. His fingers traced over the crescent-shaped marks her nails had dug into her thighs. She watched his face and shuddered at the hungry look in his eyes.
“You’re not to hurt yourself in any way, brat. This is my skin to mark, understand?”
She nodded, so desperate for whatever he was going to do she trembled.
“You’re at my workplace. We didn’t arrange for this. I assume this is an emergency. What do you need?”
Her hands shook as she picked up her backpack and pulled out the whip. “You said anywhere, anytime.”
∙•∙
Jesus Christ, she was maddening and so fucking delicious. He didn’t think she’d go this far with the whip. Not on the first day. Yes, it was a promise, but he didn’t realize the extent to which she needed that from him. The safety of knowing she could use it with no questions asked. He was glad she hadn’t held it out first thing. He needed her to have the hour to ready herself for him.
He grabbed the whip and turned
“Ma’am,” a young woman in a beige suit said. Her cubicle banked Theo’s office, so presumably she was his assistant.
Lucinda turned on her and was about to tell the woman that she had an appointment when the office door opened and a startled Theo stared at her. His expression quickly dropped to neutral, and he addressed the woman in beige. “Camille, I forgot to tell you I’m leaving a few minutes early to go to a meeting.”
“A meeting? Really?”
Lucinda looked at Camille and hated that she was jealous of her. Hated that she wanted to tell Camille that Theo was taken. Gah. It was like Theo brought out the worst in her. “Are you questioning your boss?”
“She wouldn’t be the first woman to do that,” Theo mumbled from behind her.
Camille gaped, but before she could respond, Theo grabbed Lucinda’s elbow and dragged her into his office, shutting the door behind them.
“You didn’t answer my texts,” she sputtered.
His eyes were cold fury, and both fear and longing gripped her. Push, Lucy. Just a little more.
He pulled her forward and dropped his hands to the button of her jeans, fumbling to undo it and tug her jeans off. She whimpered, but he didn’t do anything but plop her into the leather chair across from his desk.
She glanced around the room, noticing not only the gorgeous view from his office, but the floor-to-ceiling windows that made her shudder. She was naked from the waist down in his office. Not that anyone could realistically see anything inside an office on the eighteenth floor of his high-rise, but the idea being exposed made her fist her hands in her lap.
“I’m working, brat. You’re not to say a word. Not one word for the next hour. You cannot touch yourself. You cannot move. You sit there and stay still. If you manage to accomplish this for an hour, I’ll consider having a conversation with you.”
Her head dropped, and liquid pooled between her legs. She was humiliated and desperate, and she didn’t know why it felt so good to be bared for him like this, to have him angry at her enough to leave her in this position, but it did. Her clit pulsed, and juice dripped out of her and slipped down toward the crack in her ass. Her breathing shifted, and her heart rate sped. She tried to stay quiet, but the longer she suffered, the more she needed to whimper.
“Hold it in, sweetheart. Not one word,” he said, typing on his computer as if he were talking to his beige-clothed assistant.
Lucinda sat as straight as possible, her nails digging into her bare thighs. Theo’s phone rang, and he had a brief conversation, presumably with Camille, explaining he didn’t need her anymore for the day and she could go. Finally, finally, he looked up.
“Stand,” he said, his voice low and raspy.
Lucinda got up on shaking legs.
“Hands behind your back.”
She moved her hands, and he came around his desk and dropped to his knees before her. His fingers traced over the crescent-shaped marks her nails had dug into her thighs. She watched his face and shuddered at the hungry look in his eyes.
“You’re not to hurt yourself in any way, brat. This is my skin to mark, understand?”
She nodded, so desperate for whatever he was going to do she trembled.
“You’re at my workplace. We didn’t arrange for this. I assume this is an emergency. What do you need?”
Her hands shook as she picked up her backpack and pulled out the whip. “You said anywhere, anytime.”
∙•∙
Jesus Christ, she was maddening and so fucking delicious. He didn’t think she’d go this far with the whip. Not on the first day. Yes, it was a promise, but he didn’t realize the extent to which she needed that from him. The safety of knowing she could use it with no questions asked. He was glad she hadn’t held it out first thing. He needed her to have the hour to ready herself for him.
He grabbed the whip and turned
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