“But—”
“I need an obedient employee, Tessa.”
I placed the pencil lead on one side and began.
“Slowly,” he said.
I’d traced only a few millimeters of one side of my bald pussy lips when the tingle started. My clit jumped to attention, obviously expecting some attention of its own.
Mason was watching me, the corners of his lips turned slightly upward.
The pencil lead was softer than I’d imagined. It felt heavenly on my bare skin. When I had made one circle, I reversed direction and retraced the circuit.
“Now do the same to your clit…lightly.”
Tentatively, I touched the pencil lead to the bottom of my clit and ran it up to the top. The tiny tantalizing sensation caused my thigh muscles to clench. I moaned at the unexpected pleasure.
“I thought that might be enjoyable.” Mason smiled, obviously satisfied his theory was proven correct. “Keep going.”
I continued to trace the pencil lead over my clit. It was a teasing little tickle, as though fairies were dancing on my most sensitive spot.
I found myself thrusting my hips upward.
I moaned. I didn’t want to stop, yet I needed more.
“Let’s try the eraser,” Mason said. “Back and forth, across your clit.”
Now eager to try his ideas, I flipped the pencil around and began “erasing” my clit. Back and forth, back and forth. The soft, pliable tip against my needy ridge was fantastic.
“Does that feel good, Tessa?”
“Yes…yes…” All the muscles in the lower half of my body took turns flexing and releasing. But it was still a tease.
“Please, I need more.”
Mason chuckled. “I can see that. Use the shaft on your clit now.”
I pressed the wooden pencil against my clit, still holding it near the tip. As I rubbed up and down and side to side, my body became more aroused.
I pressed harder, moving it in a circular motion and was rewarded by a tiny twinge.
I needed to come.
I looked up at Mason’s face. He was watching my pencil-clit interaction with fascination. I thought about the fact that we were in an office and he was controlling me.
Another twinge. Surely I could come.
But I couldn’t get quite the same pace and pressure control from the pencil that I could get with my own finger.
Another tiny jolt hit me, then died away. I whimpered with frustration.
Mason chuckled again and I decided he was the most heartless bastard who ever lived.
Almost involuntarily, I brought my knees in together, while still rubbing my clit with the shaft.
I shuddered. It was working. I could come this way. I sped up again. Pushing. Swirling. Pressing my thighs together.
I was nearly there…
“Stop!”
I paused. Realizing my eyes had fallen closed, I opened them and looked at Mason.
“Okay, I’ve got it. I need you to write this down.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
“Now…before I forget,” he demanded.
I felt for the notepad on my stomach while starting to move my right foot off the desk.
“No, stay like that.”
So, I had to stay in this ridiculous pose and take notes while he looked into my crotch…and he still wasn’t going to let me come?
I hated this job.
He proceeded to dictate a series of questions to Mr. Yakamura. The whole thing was ridiculous because he was planning to type the email into his laptop as he always did.
The scenario was manufactured solely for his amusement, but I wasn’t so amused. I was cranky from being teased so thoroughly but not allowed any release from it.
When he finished, he asked to see my notes. I stood and handed the legal pad to him, wondering if I could put my clothes on and get back to figuring out where I would sleep this weekend.
“Come here and look at this,” Mason said.
I walked around the desk and peered over his shoulder.
“Do you see anything wrong?”
“No,” I said. Although I was still annoyed, my clit wiggled at the thought he might have found something to punish me for.
He pointed to the name on the page. “It’s ‘Mr. Yakamura’ not ‘Mr. Yakumara.’ You transposed two letters.
“Yes, I see that now,” I said. I’d only seen Mr. Yakamura’s name written once or twice and I hadn’t paid that much attention.
“What if you had sent something out like this? You would have insulted one of our most valuable associates.”
That wasn’t likely to happen since all of the brothers’ correspondence was written by them on their computers. I looked at him, not sure what to say.
“You don’t seem appropriately upset about this mistake.”
“It’s just that I never actually send correspondence out to anyone impor—”
“That’s not the point. The point is I’ve made it clear I want you to be meticulous in all you do in this office.”
“Yeah…okay,” I said. I was pretty tired of his games, none of which ended in me coming.
“That’s it. You didn’t even apologize. You need to be taught a lesson.”
I crossed my arms and stared at him.
He pointed to the clear spot on his desk next to his computer. “Bend over, put your hands on the desk.”
I didn’t budge.
“Now!” He commanded.
A thrill tumbled through my body. I couldn’t resist his demanding tone. I bent and placed my hands on his desk.
He opened a drawer, and I turned to see what he was doing.
“Eyes straight ahead.”
I turned back and stared at the brown leather guest chair I’d been sitting in a few minutes before.
I was aware of him taking several objects from the drawer. In my peripheral vision, I could swear I saw him donning surgical gloves.
What was he going to do to me?
A surge of panic hit me. Maybe I didn’t want this.
But I wanted my check. And, worse, my body was still dying to find out what he had in store for it next.
I took in a deep breath to calm myself.
Something touched my ass. One cheek was pulled away from the other and the cool air rushed in.
“What are you—?”
“Relax,” he said. “It will be easier that way.”
“What will be eas—?”
Something prodded at my butthole.
“Oh!” The odd sensation startled me.
“Hmmm…” He was squatting behind me…examining me? “Have you ever had anything in here before?”
He prodded at my hole again. I felt it pucker up tight in response.
“No! Never!” I replied.
“It’s okay. I have a variety of sizes.”
What the hell? “Sizes?”
He didn’t reply. Something hard and gooey pressed against my hole again. In a flash, previously undiscovered nerves came alive and sent messages to other sensitive places in the vicinity.
I realized whatever this was, it was a turn-on.
“Go down on your elbows.” When I complied, he said, “Now balance on one elbow and put your thumb and forefinger on one nipple.”
I balanced on my left elbow while positioning the fingers of my right hand on my nipple.
“Squeeze.”
I squeezed. A thrill skittered down my torso.
“Squeeze harder.”
I pinched myself hard, sending a ripple of pleasure-pain to my pussy. My muscles flexed and relaxed.
It broke through. There was a foreign object in my ass. I rose up on my palms again.
I wanted it out. No, I wanted it to wiggle around in there. The sensations were confusing.
“Great,” he said. “Let’s test it.”
I turned my head in time to see him push a button on a remote control.
A tremor of massive proportions vibrated through my body. I lost control of my muscles and collapsed face-down onto the desk.
The milder aftershocks pulsed around my nerves until they converged in my clit and pussy, now pulsing with need in unison.
I knew I’d cried out loudly when the first surge hit. I was sure whatever I’d said was unintelligible, but I was glad Dixon hadn’t been in the office all morning. Surely he wouldn’t want me to gain such extreme enjoyment from anything his brother had done.
But I needed to come now more than ever. If Mason would only hit that button again and hold it a second or two longer…
“Put on your skirt, but not your panties,” Mason ordered.
Was that it? What about that thing in my ass?
I did as I was told.
“This is the latest technology,” he said proudly. “Invested in it myself. The remote will work anywhere on this floor of the building.”
Was he planning to leave me like this?
“Every time you feel the vibration, you’ll be reminded to do your work meticulously…check it more carefully.”
Is that what it would remind me of? I doubted it. I was pretty sure it would remind me that I needed to come and hadn’t had sex in forever.
“You can go,” Mason said, as he picked up my panties with his gloved hand and slipped them into a plastic bag.
I escaped to the copy room, where I sat on the work table and thought about what a weirdo my boss was.
And what a perv I was for getting off to it.
“Tessa,” Dixon said in my ear only minutes after I left Mason’s office. “I need you in here.”
Shit!
When had he come in? I thought he was out for the day.
As I walked down the hall to his office, I was aware of the lube, slipping around my butt crack with each step.
Dixon was standing with his hand on the doorknob. When I walked in, he shut the door behind me and didn’t step away.
I was trapped in the couple of feet between him and the door. I tried to assemble a calm expression.
“Hi,” I said faux-cheerfully.
He didn’t mirror my expression. In fact, he looked downright pissed off.
I couldn’t meet his gaze, knowing I had something that belonged to his brother up my ass. Why didn’t I take it out immediately?
Because I was addicted to being dominated and horny as hell, that’s why.
I couldn’t meet his angry stare so I let my eyes wonder to something new I saw on the floor, off to the side.