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hidden inside her handbag. Secretly she tried them on, pulling on the stockings and securing them to the black suspender belt around her waist. The stockings were so silky to the touch she felt the sensuality of the material as she ran her fingers up and down her legs. She returned to her desk and enjoyed the new sensation as she crossed her legs throughout the afternoon, feeling secretly more glamorous than before.
    It was early evening when Daniel returned. He had found it unusually hard to concentrate in his meeting. He was becoming obsessed with her. Unlike his usual quick fucks, more for instant release and then forgotten, with her he didn’t want that, he wanted much more, he wanted slow and long, dirty and raw.  She provoked in him lust that seemed to grow and get stronger not diminish, but take on a life of its own, fixating him on taking every part of her. After last night he was disappointed and in truth extremely hurt by her cold anger today. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted anyone, and after last night he failed to understand how she could doubt that. He knew he lacked demonstrative warmth at times; he was well aware he could be cold, distant; he had been told that before now. He knew he carried in him deep pain that he hid with a shield of arrogant callousness. He knew he had shortcomings, he just hadn’t realised she would see them so quickly.  Who was she to creep into his soul, to invade him when he wasn’t sure he was capable of letting anyone in, because if he did, there would be no going back, no retraction. It may be easier to push her, punish her, break her, and thereby release them from this grip of obsession.
     
    Chapter Fourteen
    He strode into her room.
“Have you done what I told you to do?”
“Yes.”
“Stand up, come around from the desk so I can see.”
    She got up and walked around.
    “I see you have. Good.”
He came toward her and bent slightly, putting a hand out and ran it down her leg and back up, going up under her skirt feeling the smoothness, silky to his touch. He moved his hand higher to feel where the stocking ended and the clasp of the suspender belt began. He left his hand there, feeling the distinction between her stocking and her warm flesh. His hand ran around to cup her buttocks and under, feeling between her legs.
“You have no idea how good that feels. Always wear them for me. I’m taking you to dinner tonight. Take off your panties and give them to me, I want to sniff them in my office while I think of what I am going to do to you tonight.”
    She took them off and handed them to him, shocked at his brazen suggestion but the thought of it turned her on immensely.
     
    As she sat at her desk she longed for the night and soon he came for her and they left together, though he did not take her arm, aware that others were still there working late. Outside he led her to the limo and they drove for about ten minutes across the City to a restaurant that looked expensive from its decor.
    Before they went in, Daniel took her arm and steered her along the sidewalk to an alley beside the restaurant. Dark and deserted, he took her halfway along it, checking first that there was no-one in sight and no exit doors where someone could appear. It looked like they would be left alone in relative privacy. Regardless, Daniel could not delay his intention any longer. He pushed her gently against the wall and ran his hands up her legs, raising her skirt above her thighs. She had no panties on as she had given them to him earlier and his fingers drove straight into her as he kissed her passionately, his cock hard against her as his chest squashed against her breasts. His thumb rubbed her clitoris as he held two fingers inside of her. Madeline reached out to his pants, unzipping him, desperate to feel his cock in her hand, and as she pulled it out she began to stroke it, its size filling her palm as she made a fist to rub it up and down, needing it inside of her.
    He hooked