When Dixon released me, my legs gave way and my back slid down the wall. He grabbed me by the upper arms and hauled me to my feet.
“No rest for the wicked,” he said as he dragged me across the room, stopping behind his desk.
“Get down on your knees and back into the hole.” He sat down in his chair.
I looked at the space where his legs usually went, under the desk. It was a massive piece of furniture and the space was larger than in most desks.
Was I supposed to curl up in there and take a nap? But he had said, “No rest.”
As I backed into the space on my hands and knees, I heard a release of air. He’d hit the lever on his chair, adjusting it down several inches.
He unzipped his jeans and rolled his chair toward me.
“I want you to put my cock in your mouth, Tessa. I want you to tease it and suck it until I shoot my come into your throat.”
At that moment, I wanted to suck his cock more than anything. And I wanted to stay close to him and please him so he’d keep me around.
I grasped his thighs and planted my face in his lap. Pressing my tongue against him, I bathed his cock with slow circles, starting at the base.
“Damn, Tessa,” he said as I worked my way toward the tip. “I like your style.”
I was thrilled at the compliment. My tongue trailed around the indention between his shaft and tip.
He groaned, and I was quite pleased with myself.
His cell phone rang and he answered it. I paused.
“Yes? Great. My receptionist isn’t at her desk, so come on back to my office.” He hung up.
I lifted my eyes to his, feeling suddenly panicked.
“It was just Mr. Yakamura, downstairs,” he said. “Keep at it.”
Keep at it? With someone coming in for a meeting?
“Shouldn’t I get out of here before he—?”
“I said, ‘Keep at it.’”
Angry, nervous bees swarmed in my stomach. I wanted this to be personal between me and Dixon, not more entertainment for Mr. Yakamura. I should refuse.
“Tessa?”
“Yes?”
“Get back to work…”
Good, I could hide out in the copy room until Mr. Yakamura left.
“On my cock.” Dixon grabbed my head and pushed my face back into his crotch. When I didn’t move, he pulled my chin down, lifted his cock and shoved it inside.
The forcefulness of the action made my thighs squeeze in an effort to satisfy my revitalized clit.
As I began bobbing up and down on Dixon’s cock, I heard Mr. Yakamura come in. I didn’t think he could see me, but surely he’d figure out what was going on at some point.
“Sit down,” Dixon said pleasantly. “I assume you had a nice lunch.”
“The nicest,” Mr. Yakamura replied. “Exactly the dish I was hoping for.”
“I think we know your taste by now.”
Mr. Yakamura chuckled.
“So, what interesting investment possibilities have you found for us this time?”
I didn’t want to keep bobbing my head on Dixon’s cock with company so close, so I released it and ran my tongue up and down the shaft in a gentle tease.
Dixon tugged his jeans down a bit more, freeing a fuzzy ball.
“You’re neglecting this area,” he said.
I froze. Did he just speak directly to me with his guest in the room?
When I didn’t move, he pushed my head down until my lips met his testicle.
“Sorry about the interruption. My new receptionist is giving me a blow-job and she hasn’t learned my particular preferences yet.”
I couldn’t believe he’d said it so bluntly. I was embarrassed down to my toenails.
But he tapped my cheek and I sucked the fuzzy ball into my mouth.
“Ah, yes I had the pleasure of meeting her this morning. I think I need a new receptionist myself. Quite a prize you and your brother have.”
“Yes, well, I’m thinking of keeping this one exclusively to myself in the future.”
“I would as well, if I had such an assistant.”
Should I be flattered? Horrified? Angry?
I wasn’t any of those things. I was just really tingly all over and my pussy was soaked and wanting some action.
After several minutes of business talk, Dixon suddenly pulled my head up so high by the hair, I was sure Mr. Yakamura could see the back of my head. Dixon positioned his cock vertically and guided me back down onto it.
Obediently, I took him in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down as he pushed his pelvis upward in tiny thrusts.
When his cock touched my tonsils, he grunted.
“Would you excuse me while I make use of your facilities?” Mr. Yakamura asked.
“Of course,” Dixon replied.
I heard footsteps. The door opened, then closed.
“That man has the most impeccable timing,” Dixon said. “Now take my cock deeper, Tessa. I want to shoot my come down your throat.”
Damn that made me hot. I wondered if I was allowed to touch myself.
But I focused all my energy on him, my mouth sliding up and down his shaft more rapidly. I swirled my tongue and squeezed his balls lightly.
“Oh…deeper, Tessa. I want to be deeper inside you.”
I tried to relax my throat, but when his cock touched my tonsils, I was afraid of gagging. I jerked back.
“Swallow every drop.” He pushed my head down until his cock pressed into my throat. The idea of Dixon forcing me to take him deeper inside me was so arousing, I forgot to gag.
He tensed and groaned and hot come spurted down my throat.
*****
I awoke completely disoriented. Where was I? As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I realized I was under Dixon’s desk.
I remembered him coming in my mouth and telling me to take a nap under his desk. I vaguely remembered Mr. Yakamura returning and their voices droning on about business.
But where was Dixon now?
I climbed out from under the desk. The office was empty. I walked quietly to the door and peered out.
When I didn’t hear or see anyone, I stepped out into the hallway and checked the clock in the reception area.
It was six-thirty. And I had been left there alone.
Chapter Six
On Friday, I had a lot on my mind. I’d finally found an apartment, but it wouldn’t be available for move-in until Monday.
I’d lied to Jill and told her I was moving in today and had a truck coming down from Michigan with my stuff.
The truth was I didn’t have enough extra money yet for a moving truck. I was lucky to have paid the fees at the storage facility that had kept my belongings since I lost my job.
And most of all, I needed to send some money to my sister ASAP, so my mom could stay at Greenwood Manor.
Even if I could move into an apartment tonight, I’d be on an air mattress with a few necessities and my clothes. As it was, I’d need to find a place to park and sleep in my car for the next three nights.
I’d never slept in my car, but it sounded kind of scary.
Although I’d considered staying at the office, I was sure the security and cleaning people would catch me there, and I knew it was against building policy.
Where could I park that I would be safe, but not noticed?
The garage? The security guard would surely toss me out. A neighborhood in the suburbs? They might call in a suspicious vehicle. A twenty-four hour mega-store? Hmmm…
I realized I’d been standing in the copy room doing nothing but worrying for half an hour.
“Tessa, bring a pencil and notepad to my office,” said Mason’s voice in my ear.
That seemed like an odd request. My bosses typically wrote everything on their laptops. But, I went to the reception area and found a pencil and a legal pad.
“I need to do a little brainstorming,” Mason said as soon as I entered his office. “Sit down there and take notes.”
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bsp; I noticed that the chairs in his office were rearranged. Instead of two guest seats, slanted in on the right and left, one chair had been moved close to the desk, directly in front of it.
I sat down in it, readied my pencil and waited.
Mason rested his chin on his thumb, his index finger forming a moustache over his lip.
He seemed to be studying me. What in the world was he brainstorming? More ways to punish and humiliate me?
Wanton heat rolled through my body. I was aware of my tight nipples pressing against my bra whenever I inhaled.
“I need some help getting my creative juices flowing,” Mason said. “Take off your skirt and panties.”
A full-body shiver rippled through me. I hated that the bastard would probably toy with me, get me extremely aroused, but not let me come. Yet my body needed to obey him.
My hands shook as I laid the pad and pencil on the desk. Reaching behind me, I unzipped my gray skirt. It was snug, so I shimmied out of it and laid it on the extra chair.
With my back to Mason, I slid my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slipped them off.
Even though I was heated on the inside, the office air was suddenly too cold on my skin. Goose bumps rose on my arms and legs.
When I turned to face Mason’s steely stare, I wobbled a bit on my high heels.
“Let’s get back to work.” He held the pad and pencil out toward me.
I took them and sat down.
“Not like that,” he said. “I want the bottoms of your shoes up on my desk.”
“What?” I tried to imagine what he was requesting.
“I want one foot here.” He tapped a spot on the edge of his desk. “And one here.”
I realized that if I sat in this chair and put my feet where he wanted, my pussy lips would be spread wide for him.
I didn’t like the idea. It was humiliating in a way that didn’t seem hot at all.
There was something too personal about him staring straight into my most private parts while we faced each other only a few feet away.
I wanted to tell him I wouldn’t do it, but I really needed that paycheck today.
Reluctantly, I placed one high-heeled foot on the desk, then the other. My knees were bent. The wooden edge of the desk was wedged between the ball of my foot and the spiked heel.
“Not quite far enough. Spread them a bit more.”
I followed his instructions. This was the most awkward position I’d ever been in, even counting the one on my knees balancing on his brother’s desk chair.
“Now, take that pencil and trace your pussy lips for me.”
“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 d
esk.”
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.
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