by Emma Rose
“I’m trying, Mistress.” Tyler whined. “I have the biggest conference of my professional life next week and it has distracted me. Everything I own is on the line.”
“I see. Next time, tell me when you can’t handle something. I’ll handle Dunning. Expect a call for tea at Cami’s house next week. I don’t care what’s on your schedules. Don’t miss it.”
“My house? But…I…” Cami began to protest but fell silent as the dominatrix stood to her full height, slapped the crop against her thigh one more time, and walked out of the room without saying another word.
A galaxy of time and silence floated in the aftermath while each one looked alternately at each other and the floor. Tyler, as usual, broke the silence.
“So,” he started, unsure what to say.
“Wow,” Cami said shaking her head. “She’s something.”
“I need her,” Tyler opened up, ready to share his deeper self, free from the false shell of confidence surrounding him since the beginning.
“I think we all do,” Cami agreed. “I need you, too, Tyler. I need you.”
With a tear in her eye she crossed the room and pulled him up out of his chair, wrapping her arms around him. They embraced in the sweetest, most powerful kiss either one had ever experienced.
Cami put her hands on Tyler’s shoulders and pushed him back down in the chair in front of his desk. She planned to sit on the top of his desk like Mistress Rebecca, but changed her mind; she knew she’d never be able to exude that much power. Instead she dropped to her knees, winding up with her head directly in Tyler’s lap. She rubbed her nose on his slacks and reached to open his zipper.
“You don’t have to do that,” he said, although his arousal was becoming clearer by the second.
“I know. I want to do it. I want to…um…I want to be with you.” Unzipping him, she smiled as he leaned back in his chair. She took his penis in her mouth. She began to move her hands up and down his shaft and she sucked the tip. He laughed and put his hand on her head.
“What kind of blow job is this? I might have settled for this before, but the Mistress taught me to indulge in nothing but excellence.” Tyler removed her hands, and guided her mouth to his tip, bringing her forward slowly as more and more of him filled her. She gagged as he got near her throat and he pulled back, giving her a chance to breathe. She voluntarily plunged her mouth forward to take more of him in her warm, wet orifice.
Tyler began thrusting his hips slowly and lightly. Cami really had to concentrate to keep up with the movement. She lavished attention on his cock, excited to be adding to her experience and completely turned on by the new sexual confidence his time with Mistress Rebecca seemed to have given him. His tone thrilled her. She knew whatever gift she once thought Eddie possessed was nothing compared to the heat generated by the dominance and love combined in Tyler.
Her mouth and head were moving faster as he leaned back, letting a pleasure moan escape. He might have complained about her style, but she knew he loved what she was doing for him. Reaching down into the loose waistband of her work skirt, she began to rub her clit along with his thrusts, hard and fast. Her pleasure was almost painful she was so close to the edge.
Looking up to establish and maintain eye contact, she felt him grow thick and heavy in her mouth as her tongue started swiping from the bottom to the top of his shaft, flicking the head as it went by. She sucked him into her mouth, noticing how he bit his lip with the sensation. Starting again at the tip, she took him into her mouth inch by inch, humming to give him an extra sensation. Reaching up, she fondled his balls lightly enjoying the moment he nearly jumped out of his chair.
“Naughty, naughty,” he said. His vocal tone was stern, but his smile told her everything she needed to know. She pushed him past his limit and there was no going back now. He put his hand under her chin, then stood while motioning for her to do likewise. Turning her quickly, Tyler bent her over the top of his desk, yanked her skirt and panties down, and ran his hand down her back watching her tension build.
Cami blushes, realizing she is currently bent over the desk of her employer about to take an entirely different kind of dictation. Reaching down, he opened her slit with his hand, forced three fingers into her, and pumped them in and out roughly. His hand emerged soaked in her juices.
Tyler ran his fingers over her pussy lips again, teasing and torturing his lover. Seeing the strain on her face, he began to stroke his cock, sliding it against her; making it wet and then allowing the head to gently massage her clit.
“What do you say? Tyler asks, doing his best impersonation of Mistress Rebecca.
“PLEASE,” she cried, a little too loudly.
“That’s the magic word,” He laughed and entered her body, his shaft finding the warm flesh ready and inviting. He slid into her slowly, and all she could do was moan at the pleasure of being filled by him. He groaned as her warm cunt walls massaged every inch of his shaft. Then he pulled almost all the way out, leaving only the tip hovering near the edge of her hole. She edged close to insanity and pushed her hips back trying to bring him further in.
“Have a little pity,” the stern voice of Mistress Rebecca rang through the room. Cami jerked her head up to see the dominatrix standing in the doorway, crop by her side, and a sardonic smile on her face.
Taking compassion on Cami, and deeply aroused by the presence of his Mistress watching him fuck his lover over the desk, Tyler slammed his cock into her practically knocking the wind from her lungs. Grabbing her hips, he started pounding her again and again, pulling himself savagely into her. Shamed momentarily by the voyeur, pleasure overruled Cami’s instincts. She decided there was nothing to do but lie there and enjoy the onslaught.
He pistoned her, jabbing in and out of her pussy like a possessed machine, as Mistress Rebecca smiled with delight. Cami began gasping and moaning under Tyler, begging him for mercy and at the same time praying he wouldn’t stop. Tyler leaned over and whispered in her ear.
“I’m gonna cum deep in your hole,” He said crudely, making Cami’s heart triple in pace. He reached around, placed his thumb on her clit, rolling and pushing it. The sensation was too much. She tightened on his shaft and with the next thrust she was soaring. Cami let out a loud cry as Tyler lunged into her body, spurting his seed in her core. She jerked under him like his cum was made of 10,000 volts. He withdrew and backed up, leaving her trembling over his desktop.
“Beautiful,’ Mistress Rebecca clapped slowly as Cami pressed her head against the desk, trying to catch her breath and avoid eye contact with the dominatrix as long as possible. Walking over to Tyler she ran her finger up his chest while he nervously tucked himself back into his pants. “You’re coming along nicely.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Tyler cooed, making Cami smile all the more. Rebecca put her hand on the top of Cami’s back, and leaned over to speak to the assistant, oblivious to the exposed, dripping genitals Cami had on display.
“I came back to inform you I will be holding afternoon tea at your house on Saturday at 3:00 PM. Please be ready. Do you own a tea set for 10?”
“No, Mistress,” Cami replied blushing furiously.
“No worries. I’ll send a boy to your house in the morning with everything we need. Be home at 10 AM to receive him and do everything he says.”
Cami nodded her agreement. Mistress Rebecca reached down and patted Cami’s naked bottom, maximizing the woman’s discomfort. “This would look better in a shade of red, don’t you think, Tyler?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Tyler agreed, desperately wishing he had thought to give Cami a playful spanking before taking her.
“Well, no time now. Tyler, I need you,” Mistress Rebecca commanded, walking out the door with Cami’s lover, neither one bidding her goodbye.
Only when she was sure they had left the Dyes Industries office and she was completely alone did Cami stand up and redress herself from the waist down.
“Oh my God, that felt good,” she sighed.
&n
bsp; ***
It was fortunate Cami had such a satisfying experience because the next few days saw them both in a flurry of activity. Cami was trying to get the conference set into motion while preparing her house for Mistress Rebecca’s tea party, although she had no idea what “prepared” really meant for that event. Tyler stayed behind closed doors, on the phone and buried in things he couldn’t or wouldn’t discuss. When they did see each other they were both more interested in rekindling the romance than dealing with the office. Thus, Cami was surprised when Tyler asked her to stay in his office after she guided Jasmine Formosa in and closed the door, per his orders.
Jasmine looked around the big office, nervously standing in front of Tyler’s desk as Cami took a seat in the background. “She’d really be nervous if she knew what took place on the desktop,” Cami thought and put her hand over her mouth to hide her smile.
Silently, Tyler picked up the envelope Jasmine gave him containing the pictures of Cami and held it up for the coffee clerk to see. “You said Eddie Dunning gave you this envelope while you were working downstairs and asked you to bring it up here to me?”
“Yes, Mr. Bach,” Jasmine nodded, wide-eyed and innocent as a spring lamb.
“Are you now working for the postal service?”
“Excuse me, Sir?” Jasmine asked, unsure of where this was going but not liking the direction one bit.
“I find it unusual a man, even a narcissistic prick like Eddie Dunning, would just give a coffee server an envelope of this magnitude and expect you to go up 6 floors to deliver it to the CEO of a major corporation. Don’t you find that unusual, Cami?”
“Quite,” Cami answered brusquely from her corner. She had no idea what was about to happen, but she could see him channeling Mistress Rebecca in his demeanor and that generally made things pretty exciting.
For her part, Jasmine stood there like a stone, but internally she was reeling. Tyler’s use of profanity broke a professional line she had never seen come down before, and Cami’s presence made everything more dicey. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Mr. Bach.”
“If you knew what I wanted you to say, would you say it?” Tyler asked. “For a price, perhaps?”
“I don’t understand,” Jasmine responded, her voice flat. He knew, and she knew it.
“Do you know what was in this envelope?” He leaned forward looking the trapped girl directly in the eye.
“No, Sir!” Jasmine put up a fake protest. “I just brought it here like he said.”
“Well, let me show you.” Tyler opened the envelope and began to place the glossy pictures in front of Jasmine. Cami felt her face flush. What was Tyler doing? Why would he humiliate her like this. “Miss Hill, you’ve seen these but come look again.”
Slowly, Cami rose from her seat in the back and approached his desk. There in front of Jasmine were pictures of the same poses as the originals, but they featured a very clearly photo-shopped body where Cami’s should have been. Even the pixilation around Cami’s face looked off.
“There are,” Tyler sighed like a frustrated schoolteacher explaining the basics. “Very badly doctored pictures that are supposed to look like Miss Hill having sex with Mr. Dunning in various lurid and perverted poses. Disgusting.”
Cami and Jasmine both looked at the pictures carefully. Cami knew immediately they weren’t the same ones Eddie sent Tyler, but Jasmine couldn’t tell. She had only glanced at the pictures in the elevator before sealing the envelope and giving it to Tyler.
“As you can see,” Tyler continued, seriously. “These are fakes. That’s not Miss Hill’s body and her face has been superimposed on a number of these. That oral sex one, for example. Look at it. Obviously it was a picture of Cami eating at last year’s pharmacy convention banquet. He’s just had someone take the fork out of her mouth and put…well..something much less majestic…in its place.”
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Bach.” Jasmine looked at the photos again. She couldn’t believe with all his money Eddie paid for such crappy work. Jasmine could have done a better job on Microsoft Paint!
“Oh, I don’t think you are,” Tyler droned mercilessly, waving Cami back to her seat now that her nerves were calm. “But you will be.”
“I don’t work for Dyes,” Jasmine stepped back from the table. The Snow White act wasn’t working for her very well, so she decided to go with streetwise and tough. It suited her better anyway. “You can’t do shit.”
“Oh, I can and I have,” Tyler assured her. “My top scientist is in jail, and my company is faltering. At the pharmacy convention next week an announcement is going to be made that will reveal my whole world. But, I am still a major stockholder in several large companies, including Conglomerated Food Services, Inc. - the one that owns Coffee Carol.”
“Good for you, maybe you can get a discount,” the girl countered, hands on her hips.
“And it is my duty to tell you that you’re fired.”
“What? You can’t fire me! For delivering an envelope? Fuck you!”
“When you leave this office the security guard will walk you out. Anything in your locker and your last check will be sent to your home.”
“You can’t! You can’t fire me for delivering an envelope. I didn’t know what was in it!”
“Well then,” Tyler smiled broadly. “It’s a good thing it wasn’t a bomb, isn’t it?”
“I want to talk to Carol myself!” Jasmine sputtered. It was a shit minimum wage job but the tips were good and the work was low. She hated to lose it.
“Even with Dunning lining your pockets, you don’t have enough money to stand in Carol’s office. And if you did talk to her—she would show you the hours of surveillance tape we have showing you with Tristan, the bartender from The Spreader Bar. Handing you packages, checks and envelopes. We know you’re the spy, Jasmine. Sovich set you up with a bunch of fake stories about his cure and you fed them straight to Dunning. So, you see. You’ve actually been working for me. I’ve just been letting Eddie pay my bills.”
“Oh my god,” Jasmine turned pale, then red. She’d been used, by both men, and there was nothing to do but take it and go on.
Tyler motioned to the door and the guard walked into the room, ready to escort the girl away from the building.
“Don’t you put your fucking hands on me!” She shouted, drawing attention from everyone in the office, particularly Aaron the intern who was making copies in the hall. Turning to stomp out, Tyler gave her one last thought to chew on.
“Oh, and Jasmine? When you talk to Eddie, do tell him how you lost your job. I’m sure you’ll find him full of compassion,” Tyler winked and sent the young woman out of the building forever.
As soon as the door closed, Cami ran to Tyler and wrapped her arms around him.
“Thank you,” she said, realizing her reputation and her future were safe in his hands. “And thank who-ever made those god-awful replicas!”
“I don’t think I did such a bad job. My son spent several hours teaching me how to layer objects,” Tyler laughed. Looking out his window to see the guard depositing Jasmine on the sidewalk he shook his head. “You know Eddie’s going to drop her like a hot potato. I don’t know which fact is sadder.”
“Facts?”
“The fact she’s going to run that last message about Dyes failing to Eddie for free, or the fact she thinks Coffee Carol is a real person.”
***
Jasmine wasn’t the only one having trouble telling reality from fantasy. Alone in his cell 23 hours a day, Andrew Sovich’s mind began to play tricks on him too. Aware he was probably being watched carefully, he displayed a stoic demeanor at all times, using the time to run over equations in his head and make plans for his next move when he was deported to Russia. Asleep, however, his mind was free to wander to a past he couldn’t hold at bay.
Lying on his cot thinking about the rats and how the chemicals of the formula were changing the tissues in their brains, Dr. Sovich’s eyes began to close. Then the walls came
down. The room was still dark with a dim light reflecting from the guard station, only now it was the brightly decorated bedroom of Katya, and the light was streaming in from the hall.
“I want another song, Papa,” Katya whined. “Sing me another song tonight.”
“No more songs, little one. Sleep.” Andrew said gently. It was his third time to her bedroom this evening and Adriana was losing patience. “Sleep tonight. Songs tomorrow.”
Katya pouted and pulled the covers over her head, sensing there was nothing to be done. Andrew laughed on his way down the stairs, grabbed a glass of wine and joined his wife on the couch.
“Again?” Adriana scowled. “That girl is being spoiled by someone in this house.”
“Well, it is not me!” He protested, putting on his best stern scowl, then breaking into a gentle smile. In his dreams he always took the time to look at Adriana. Her soft dark hair with a natural curl on the end that framed her face invited him to run his hands through it one more time. Her deep brown eyes implored him to set the wine down and move closer to her lithe body. Adriana was forever young and glowing in the doctor’s mind. If cancer had to take her, he was grateful it took her before Katya’s death, before the Red Savages, and before the Politsaya came into his world. Still, he remembered her in their little house in Belarus before cancer.
Andrew leaned in and kissed her deeply, his lips meeting hers with equal pressure. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, their mouths surging and pressing against one another. He began to squeeze and pull at her breast, the warmth of his hand spreading through her bra to a place deep inside her.
Leaning her back on the couch, he started placing small kisses on her neck and chest as he undid her blouse, his tongue outlining her bra until she reached back and unhooked it, freeing herself to be more available to his wanting mouth. He sucked and nibbled at her breasts as she put her head back and moaned, feeling herself come fully alive under his touch. Fondling his hair while he mouthed her nipples, she luxuriated in the moment.