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  It was way too soon to call her again. And I told myself that for the umpteenth time.

  A glance at the clock told me we’d hit 3 o’clock. Time to make something of my day before calling it quits.

  I sat forward in my chair, ready to click open another file, but instead found myself pulling up some femdom porn site. Tilting my body to the side, I saw my receptionist typing steadily at her desk. I slid slowly back into place, not having to work too hard on looking like I was concentrating. Well, I was concentrating, so I guess I was focusing on not drooling.

  I’d looked at these pictures before, of course, but now every woman was overlaid with Melissa’s image. The woman pinning the man against the wall, her hands twisting his balls. The man on his knees, hands bound, his head shoved between a woman’s legs. A man tied to a bed while a woman sucked another man’s cock beside it.

  I shifted in my seat, wondering how I could get my secretary to go home without actually coming out from behind my desk.

  The phone rang.

  I removed my hand from pants and answered. “Hello?”

  “Hi…Wyle?”

  “Yes. Melissa, is that you?”

  She laughed. “It’s me. Sorry, I know I’m not supposed to call the day after a date, but…”

  “No, I’m glad you did. I was just thinking about you.” Thinking so much it hurt.

  “You were?” She sounded flattered, but really, how could I not think of her? Her eyes, her lips, her brown-pink nipples. Everything. “It’s lame I can’t see you tonight, but I wonder if…well, if maybe you wanted to do something now.”

  “Now?” I never took off in the middle of the day, but I might be willing to make an exception. No, I definitely would. There had to be some perks to running my own business, and I wasn’t getting anything done in this condition. “Could you do that?”

  “Not a meeting. I’m just on a break, but I was thinking over the phone.” She paused. “I remember you said you’d called a sex line, and I thought…well, I thought we could try it. If you wanted.”

  My throat was incredibly dry – that was the only reason it took me a minute to squeeze any words out. Hearing her even say the words sex line over the phone was incredibly erotic. Thinking of what she offered – damn, I squeezed down hard on my cock. The pain was enough to distract me from coming.

  “Yes,” I said, my voice coming out raspy. “Please.”

  “Okay,” she said, already sounding stronger, more self-assured. “Where are you? Describe it to me.”

  “I’m in my office. I’m alone, but my secretary is just outside. The door is closed. I can see her working through the window.”

  “Good,” she said. “And have you ever jerked off in your office before?”

  “Yes. A few times.”

  “With your secretary there?” She sounded amused, which only turned me on more.

  “Usually when she’d gone home.” My hand made its way back to the front of my pants. “Once when she was still there.”

  “You weren’t worried you’d get caught?”

  “Yeah.” I rubbed harder on my crotch, my nostrils flaring with the effort it took to restrain myself, to not unzip myself and release. “I was worried.”

  “So you were bad,” she said. “And you want to be punished.”

  “I do,” I whispered, staring at the back of my secretary’s head. Her hair was done up in a bun, mostly brown with strands of grey. She was attractive enough, though I’d never been tempted. That wasn’t the point. It was the taboo. The badness of it.

  “You’re doing it even now, aren’t you?” A soft laugh. “You can’t help yourself.”

  “Let me take it out,” I said.

  “I don’t know,” she mused. “You don’t really need it out to be punished.”

  “Please,” I whispered, grasping my cock through the pants. Trying to stroke, failing.

  “I could make you come in your pants. You’d be sticky all over. Then I’d tell you to go to the bathroom. You’d walk right by her with a wet stain on your pants. What do you think?”

  Desperate, I bucked into my hand. Thrusting just for the pressure since I couldn’t get a handle on myself. “Ah, God. Please, Melissa. I’ll do anything.”

  “Will you?” she asked, delighted. “Then say you’re my pet.”

  I panted, my eyes glazing over. I was close, so close, and if she didn’t let me out soon, I would come in my pants. Just thinking about it, the humiliation of it, almost made me come. “I’m your pet,” I gasped out.

  “Okay,” she sing-songed. “Go ahead and take it out, you dirty boy.”

  My hands flew to my crotch, unzipping the already damp fabric, and got out my cock. My fingers scrabbled at the phone as the other hand stroked my cock frantically. I fell off my chair and onto my knees. The chair rolled into the wall behind me, and my forehead thumped against the desk, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t think. I was coming hard as she spouted dirty words into my ear. “Yes, that’s right. You’re my pet and you know it. She knows what you’re doing in there. She’s thinking about it and judging you, just like I am. What a nasty boy, getting his hands all dirty. Are you making a mess? I bet you are.”

  Then I slumped against the file cabinet drawers, crushing my ear with the phone just to hold it in place.

  “I did it,” I said, out of breath, out of everything.

  “And?” she asked. “Did you make a mess?”

  “Yes,” I said, with dread. Would she ask me lick it up? “All over the carpet.”

  “Good.” Her voice soothed me. “Go ahead and clean it up. You have tissues or something?”

  “Yeah.” I was horrified to realize my hand was shaking as I tucked myself in and zipped up.

  On my desk were tissues which I used to wipe up the mess. My spunk would always be there, though, sunk into the fibers of the carpet. Maybe it would even leave a stain. I thought I would get hard every time I saw it, just thinking of this phone call.

  “Hey,” she asked, sounding concerned. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m…yeah.” Real eloquent, Wyle. Way to make a good impression – masturbate over the phone and then yammer like a moron. Then again, she had ordered me to do it. Or had I begged?

  “You sure? You sound funny.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, funny. Sorry, I guess it took a lot out of me.”

  “All right,” she drew out. “If you’re sure, I gotta head back into work. But only if you’re okay.”

  “I’m fine,” I said quickly. How horrifying that she’d stay on the line just to comfort me. All because I’d had an orgasm. You’d think it was my first time. “Go if you need to. Just go.”

  “Okay.” Already she sounded distant. It wasn’t okay. “Talk to you later. Bye.”

  “Bye.”

  I sat down against the desk and banged my head back against the wood. And again.

  Knocking on the door startled me from the floor.

  “Mr. Jones. Wyle? Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” I called hastily. “I’m fine. Just dropped something, but I’m fine.”

  “Okay.” She sounded dubious, but she continued, “I’m leaving for the day.”

  Thank God. “Okay. Thanks, Penny.”

  I perched on my chair awkwardly as she packed up. When I heard the front door of the office shut, I let out a long breath that ended up more like a groan.

  What was happening to me?

  Chapter Four

  Three hours later I hadn’t come up with the answer.

  Having taken the edge off, I was able to get some work done. I plowed through the accounts I should have taken care of during the day, thankful for the reprieve. But when it grew dark and quiet outside my office, the thoughts returned. I thought and thought until I was both erect and sick to my stomach – not a pleasant combination.

  I got in my car at nine o’clock, fully intending to drive home. But instead I found myself driving toward Melissa’s place. Bad car, very bad.

  I wasn’t
sure what I expected to find. I hadn’t liked the way we’d left things. I wasn’t sure of where I stood with her, wasn’t even sure of where I wanted to stand with her. I just had to see her.

  I knocked on the door, feeling like an idiot. Answer, answer, my dick chanted. Also, please don’t be with another man, my mind chimed in.

  She opened the door wearing glossy short shorts and a pink tank top – with nothing under it, that much was obvious. Her face was fresh and her hair was wet. I thought it was safe to say she wasn’t with another man…either that or they’d been busy.

  “Can I come in?” I asked.

  Her mouth was a perfect O of surprise. Those lips didn’t have the ruby red of before, just a natural pink that matched her top, but they were even more beautiful this way. “Of course. Is everything okay?”

  “Yes,” I said. “Not really. I’m just trying to figure this out and I need you to clue me in. What are we doing here?”

  “Well, I was about to do my nails, but if you want, we can –”

  “No, not that. I mean, yes, I do want. But that’s not what I meant. What’s going on with us? Are we going out?”

  “Sure, if you want to.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Why is it so easy with you?”

  She laughed, and I realized just how young she looked without all that make up. It made me uneasy even as it turned me on. I couldn’t trust this, couldn’t trust her.

  “You think too much, Wyle. We’re just having a good time. And no, I don’t plan on seeing anyone else while I’m seeing you, so…that’s that.”

  “That’s that,” I repeated.

  She looked down at the bulge in my pants and then cocked her head to the side, like a bird. “Have you been having naughty thoughts again?” she asked.

  She was right. I thought too much. Time to take what I was offered, what I wanted.

  “Absolutely,” I said, reaching for my fly right there in her foyer.

  “No, no,” she said.

  Stupid, I berated myself. Of course I had to wait for her instructions.

  “You’re going to be leaving your clothes on for a little bit,” she said. “Follow me.”

  Through the living room we went, and down the hall into her bedroom. With business-like movements, she stripped off those shiny little shorts and the thin fabric of her tank to reveal her naked body. Still with that after-shower glow.

  She sat on the bed and spread her legs. My eyes zoned in on her bare pussy, the pink lips already unfurling.

  “Good. You already know what to do.” The praise in her voice warmed me.

  I did know. I kneeled in front of her and touched my tongue to her pussy.

  “Hands behind your back,” she murmured.

  I clasped them behind me, and then put my tongue in her pussy. Right up the middle, and then down the side of her pussy. Up again on the other side and I sucked on one of her folds. I worked my way up to her clit, but her hand on top of my head stopped me. I got the message, stay below. So I did, licking and sucking her pussy as it got slicker, fuller.

  Her foot inched up my thigh to my bulging crotch. There it touched and tickled and stroked, all outside my pants. It made me lick faster and moan, turning my tongue into a vibrator.

  I chanced a look up at her to find her head thrown back and her hands on her nipples. Fuck, that was hot. I worked harder and faster, desperate to please her.

  She rocked into me, and I thought she would come, but then she pushed my head away. Disoriented, I put my hands on the floor behind me to stop my fall.

  “Bad!” she said.

  Then she slapped me.

  I was stunned. What the hell? And I’d almost climaxed right then.

  “I said to keep your hands behind your back and you can’t even follow simple instructions,” she barked.

  She was right. As humiliating as it was, she was right.

  With a shove, she pushed me onto my back, and this time I let myself fall. My head thudded softly on the ground, and I was flat. I wanted to glance up, to see if I was doing it right, if I should move or do something to please her, but I was afraid even that would be wrong. She hadn’t told me to move, so I wouldn’t.

  Her foot prodded the side of my stomach. Not so much a nudge to move as an exploratory kick. Would she kick me harder? Would she beat me? I almost wanted it. Almost.

  Her foot pressed down, not swiftly, but slowly harder until she had half her weight on me. Then she stepped up and placed her other foot on the center of my stomach. I clenched tight, trying to hold her up and not move. She wasn’t a large woman, rather petite, but it was still hard as hell.

  My entire body clenched, not just my stomach, as she stepped down the side of my cock.

  “How are you doing?” she asked, facing away.

  “Fine,” I said through gritted teeth.

  With small steps she moved onto my thighs, which shook from the effort of remaining still. I felt exhilarated. Invincible, which was strange considering I was literally being walked all over.

  Then she hopped off, straddling her feet on either side of my hips, and I almost bucked up from the shock of it. Then she bent over – God, what a view – and rolled a condom that I hadn’t even known she held onto my cock.

  Squatting down, she lowered her pussy around my cock. I groaned, shivering beneath her. I wanted to move so badly. I wanted to thrust up into her, to grab her body and ram myself in again and again, but I couldn’t. I was supposed to lie here, still and compliant. I knew that. So I trembled and was humiliated to hear little whimpers emerge from my mouth as she pulled back up and then down again.

  She rode me like I was a dildo, changing the angle, slowing down or speeding up to suit her purposes. I was just a cock to her right now, but my cock was aching. It wanted to thrust, it wanted to come.

  My hands scrabbled at the carpet, trying to hold onto something. This would be so much easier if I were bound. Tied down, unable to move. Now my limbs, my hips, even my head, all strained upward against nothing but the force of my own will to please her.

  From behind, I saw her arms reach down to her crotch. I felt her fingers as they glanced off my cock, working her clit. She came, shuddering and crying out, pulsing around my sheathed cock. I was panting myself, hoping I could come, knowing I would soon whether she gave me permission or not.

  She paused with me fully embedded inside her as she recovered. Each aftershock from her pussy was like a needle in my cock, goading me to come.

  Standing, she wobbled a bit on her legs. Pride filled me that I had done that to her, even if it was only sitting my cock up like a prop for her to ride.

  “Well,” she said, breathless. “Have you learned your lesson? Do you think you can keep your hands behind your back?”

  I gulped. If she wanted me to eat her out again, then I wouldn’t be allowed to come soon. I wasn’t sure I could make it. But what choice did I have?

  “Yes,” I said hoarsely.

  “Stand up.”

  I stood. Painfully, but I stood.

  Her eyes sated and her body lax, she reached down and tapped my cock, watching it bob. Each sway throbbed through my balls and my whole body. I grunted.

  She tapped again, harder this time, and I grunted again. It was all I could do not to cry out.

  “Hands behind your back,” she said, gently, as if I were stupid. And I guess I was, not to get it right the first time.

  I clasped them tight, determined to keep them there. And then she did the very best thing. Propping up her ass on pillows, she sat back down on the bed. But instead of ordering me to kneel, she guided my cock inside her.

  I stood between her open legs, fucking her. Or getting fucked, really. Because even though I was inside her, the immobility of my arms and the subservience of my position was that I was taking it.

  “Go ahead. Move. Get off, if you can,” she taunted.

  I thrust as hard and as deep as I could, knowing I would burst at any moment. I couldn’t get the right depth, the ri
ght rhythm, with my hands behind my back, but I didn’t move them. Even as they burned from the position, begging to move, I thought I’d keep them there forever, so long as I could keep doing this.

  “Good boy,” she crooned. “Get it while you can. I might change my mind.”

  Her pussy was warm and so fucking slippery from her orgasm. There was nothing better than fucking a hot, aroused woman. But it was better with her teasing me, with her controlling me.

  I came with my eyes shut tight and my mouth opened, halfway between a scream and a gasp. My hips pumped into her endlessly, dragging my orgasm on and on.

  I barely kept my head enough not to collapse onto her. But my legs shook with the effort of holding me upright, and I wasn’t so sure I wasn’t leaning on her anyway.

  It was okay, though, because we were done playing that game. Or maybe this was just part of it – the benevolent dictator. The sweet Mistress. She wrapped her arms around me and brought me onto the bed. My hands became unclasped and wrapped around her, too, but she didn’t chastise me. We just breathed on the bed, letting it be.

  Let go, my drugged and drowsy body said, you can stay here forever.

  What the hell did that mean – forever? I’d just gotten out of a relationship that was supposed to be a lifetime. The sex was one thing. But that didn’t mean a relationship and it sure as hell didn’t mean forever.

  I forced my sluggish limbs to move out of the warm, cozy bed

  She blinked up at me, sprawled on the bed. “Hey, handsome.”

  I waited for her to ask me to stay, and I’d say no. It didn’t come. I felt disappointed even though I recognized how irrational it was.

  I mumbled a good bye and possibly something about calling her as I threw on my clothes and staggered from the room. As I left her place, cold, wet air slapped me, berating me all the way to my car. The thick rain parted for my car like a heavy curtain, but I forged on. Melissa was nothing like my wife, but I couldn’t risk it.

  I was comfortable in my life. A good business, a peaceful house. So, it didn’t include ragingly hot sex or even the quiet joys of companionship. But then, I’d lived without those for years, long before my marriage had dissolved.