by Jamie Knight
I reach down, find the end of one of the cables, and start binding her wrists.
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t ask questions, pet. Besides, this was your suggestion.”
Once her wrists are tightly bound, I wind the black cable up her arms enjoying the contrast with her ivory skin. I pull it taut, making sure that she cannot get free. Next, I wind it around her ribs then make a few tight loops around her breasts. The cable creates a cage for her chest, pushing her breasts together and out.
Moving down, I twirl the cable around her waist, then hips, then thighs — pulling them snuggly together. Her knees get bound, then her caves. At her ankles, I tie it off. Looking over my work, I am pleased. Mandy is bound tight, like a pretty, dirty package.
“Stand there and wait,” I tell her then walk back to get my desk chair. I roll the chair forward until it is right before Mandy, who eyes me curiously but doesn’t say anything. The zipper on my jeans comes down easily. I pull them and my boxers off, freeing my hard cock. Her eyes light up when she sees it. She licks her lips. I sit back in the chair, watching her, stroking myself and teasing my cock to its fullest.
Mandy rolls her eyes. “You’re going to pull that out and not let me touch it? You really are a tease.”
I chuckle. Her words inspire me to pump my rod harder, making sure she can see the dribbles of precum at my tip. “And you are beautiful this way.” She smiles a bit at my compliment. “But you have to be punished, for calling me a tease.”
She tuts and rolls her eyes again.
“You’re a defiant pet, aren’t you?” I laugh. “Okay. Do you want this cock, pet?”
She nods frantically. “Yes, sir. Let me have your big, fat cock, sir.”
Shaft gripped tightly; I stand. She wiggles in her bindings like she is trying to figure out how I am going to fuck her with her thighs bound tight. I’m not. It’s not the time for that yet. She called me a tease, and she is going to get teased good. Sliding my body against hers, I rub my cock on her feeling the soft, warmth of her skin. She shutters under my touch as my precum paints a line over her stomach.
“You really want this?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
Putting one hand on her shoulder, I push and guide her down to her knees. My hard cock is just at her lips. She looks up at me, pleading, with her whole body still bound. It’s a sight I love.
“Take it, pet.”
The quick way her lips slide over my length makes me gasp. Going from the cool, dry air to the warm, wetness of her mouth almost makes me cum. Part of me expected her to protest, but no. Mandy sucks my cock like she’s starving. Her head bobs up and down in constant motion. The inside of her cheeks presses against my rod as she sucks me with all her might and her little tongue slips out and around my balls.
There is little art in her motions. Obviously, she has done this before and has learned some techniques in her life, but at the moment, her desire has pushed her over the edge. There are no graceful licks or twists, just slurps as she sucks me into her mouth over and over. In her fast craze, she slams her mouth on me, making my cock hit her cheeks, teeth, and the back of her throat in various thrusts. My inches slip down into her, coated with spit and drool. It is the fierceness of it that really drives me wild. I feel so wanted. So desired.
My balls pull up towards my shaft, tensing and sending my seed to swell my cock. A deep ache starts to throb. My head swims as I lose control. Putting a hand on either side of her face, I grab her jaw hard, holding it steady as I rock my hips back and forth, fucking her face with all my might.
Her tongue swirls over my balls, drool leaking out of her mouth and down my legs. Our movements are so fast now, she mostly holds her lips open fighting back little chokes and spasms as I repeatedly hit the back of her throat.
I can’t stop. My pet’s mouth feels too good. My dick strains one last time then spurts one load after another. My eyes want to close in bliss, but I keep them open to watch as my seed spills down her chin as I keep thrusting in and out of her full, pink lips. The sight of Mandy, bound and dripping with my cum, drives me to cum again. She drinks it down this time. The movements of her swallows massage my tired cock.
Exhausted and pleased, I step back and fall into my chair, breathing hard. “Oh God,” I pant. “I needed that.”
Mandy grunts slightly, glaring up into my face. “What about me?”
“What about you?”
“Don’t I get to cum?”
I laugh. “You’ll cum when I say. At this point, I think you will have to wait until tomorrow.”
She whines slightly. “You are a tease!”
“Do you want me to make it so that you don’t cum till next week?”
She pulls her lips together, pouting. “No, sir.”
“That’s a good pet.”
Mandy sighs loudly and exaggeratedly. She looks up and down her cum dribbled, bound, and dirty body. “I don’t suppose you have a shower down here?”
“Not at the moment.” I think about it. A shower would be a good idea. “I’ll have one installed. For now, you can go home early. Once I untie you.” I get up, find my jeans and boxers and start getting dressed.
“When will that be?”
I roll my chair back over to my desk, then decide to move it slightly so I can see my laptop’s screen and Mandy kneeling on the floor at the same time.
“I’m not sure, pet. You’re so beautiful right now. I want to keep looking at you for a while.”
Mandy smiles a little, but also, there is worry in her eyes. I figure I’ll let her go in a few hours. Maybe after another blow job.
****
It was a blissful afternoon. Having Mandy bound for my viewing pleasure made the day better. About half an hour in, she revealed that she still had the Bluetooth enabled vibrator in her pussy and that brought about even more fun. By the end of the day, she had cum so many times, her body was shaking, and her legs were slick. As I untied her, kissing the lines that the cable had indented on her skin, she complained about being tortured, but there was no real anger in her voice. I sent her home on wobbly legs and got to work on the next part of my plan.
It takes about two hours to get the connection established between my network and Mandy’s phone. Like most people, she doesn’t have any security software to protect herself, but from what I see on her phone, she doesn’t really need it. Idly, I check for banking software, just to see if I need to put some protection on her phone, but there is none, so that is a relief.
I start by flipping through her pictures. No nudes, sadly. Most of the photos are of an arrogant-looking orange cat, who, given the figurine on her desk, must be Mandy’s pet. I like arrogant cats, they get me.
Next are the obligatory friend pictures. After a few hours of snooping into her life last night, I am aware that Mandy is friends with Kane’s wife, my sister, and another girl from work. Sloane is a bit of an oddball there, but I don’t think their friendship will change my plans — it’s not like Sloane can hate me more. In all the pictures with her friends, Mandy is happy and smiling. Overall, she seems to be a cheerful girl.
Next, I scan through her emails. Most of her work ones are mundane. Her personal email box is mostly empty. The few emails it contains are about family events — plans for reunions and such. It seems that most of her family is in Twin Falls, Idaho, which is great. I hate meeting parents or siblings. I don’t care. Such family functions are just a waste of time that could be used for fucking.
As I flip through her email’s archives, a folder catches my eye. It’s named Jered. My stomach drops slightly as I open the folder and then the emails. They aren’t exactly love letters, more like plans for dates and rendezvous. There are no new ones, and the last one sent dates from two years before, but still, the presence of the file irks me. Obviously, they are no longer an item, so why would she keep the emails?
Heat blooms in my chest, as I find myself getting angry. I shouldn’t care. Why does this bother m
e so much?
Chapter Nine - Mandy
The next morning, when I get into work, there are two pugs — one brown and one black — in my cubical waiting for me. They wiggle and yip excitedly as I approach. Their mushed-noise faces are a welcome sight. Having the pugs here means that Eileen is back in the office. Mr. Pugsly and Ms. Puggle are like Eileen’s children. They go everywhere with her. She even got special permission to bring them to the office. Now they are kind of like the accounting floor’s mascots.
I slump into my chair, lean down, and start to pet Ms. Puggle’s ears. They both keep wiggling excitedly back and forth, rubbing their bristly coats on my legs — not that I mind, at all.
“Hey.”
I look up. Eileen is leaning over the wall of our connected cubicles. It’s easy for her, she is almost six feet tall. She’s like a model.
I give her a big smile. “I’m so glad you are back.” At that point, Mr. Pugsly jumps up into my lap in an effort to get more petting than his fellow pug. I look down at his slightly misshapen face. He was in a car accident or something before Eileen adopted him. My best friend has a good heart. I scratch behind his one good ear, telling him, “I’m happy to see you too!”
“I stopped by your apartment last night, but you weren’t home. Got some new boyfriend or something?” Eileen puts her forearms on the top of the wall and leans on them. She looks extra tall today, must be wearing heels.
When she asks about a boyfriend, a brief glimpse of Christian’s face flashes in my mind. It makes me giggle. There is no way that Christian is ever going to be my boyfriend. What we have between us is just lust. It’s just physical.
“Not at all,” I tell her shaking my head. “My floors are being redone. My upstairs neighbor left the bathtub on, water flowed down and ruined the wood. I heard from my landlord yesterday, it’s going to take about a month or more to get the old wood pulled up and a new floor put in. I’m out in the Bronx at my grandmother’s.”
Eileen lets out a little laugh. “How is Bubby?”
“Odd, as usual. You know that she holds séances every Tuesday night to talk to my dead grandfather?”
Eileen’s honey-colored eyes go wide as she laughs a bit more. “That’s a good marriage, still talking even after he’s dead.”
“Yep.” We both nod.
Someone clears their voice. Eileen and I turn. Christian is standing at the door to my cubical, looking at my furry companions. “I wasn’t aware that employees were allowed to have pets at work.” Ms. Puggle wanders over and sniffs at his expensive shoes. He bends down and scratches the top of her head.
Eileen looks at me quizzically. She probably hasn’t met Christian before, and as always, he looks out of place. In his dark jeans and t-shirt for some rock band I’m not familiar with, he looks more like a delivery guy not one of our bosses.
“This is Mr. Keeley, the new head of research and development. Mr. Keeley, this is Eileen.”
Christian smiles. He picks up Ms. Puggle with one hand and cradles her under his arm as he reaches over with the other to shake Eileen’s hand. I notice that they are about the same height.
“Good morning, Mrs. Silver. Nice to finally meet you. I met your husband briefly before he left.”
At first, the fact that Christian knows anything about Eileen shocks me. But then I think, her husband, Ray, used to be the CFA here, a job that Sloane now has. Sloane must have told her older brother.
“You must be Sloane’s brother,” Eileen says.
Christian grunts. “I suppose I must be, but neither of us likes it.”
Eileen and I both laugh. Sloane has been quite a pill in the past, but she’s learned how to relax…some. Eileen nods her head towards Sloane’s office. “Up here to visit your sister?”
“God, no.” He scratches Ms. Puggle behind the ears and under her collar, a move that makes the pug grunt like a pig. “I’m up here to collect Ms. Burmmell.”
Eileen’s eyebrows shoot up at this. She gives me an amused smile. I’m not sure what to say. Having my best friend meet my…guy I am playing with secretly…has me oddly speechless. As I stand there, dumbly, Eileen’s smile widens.
“I see,” she tells Christian. “And what are you collecting her for?” The way she phrases her question makes it sound dirty. Knowing Christian, my task will be dirty.
“She’s helping me set up my team’s office in the basement.” Christian sets Ms. Puggle down onto the carpet. The disappointed pug immediately starts jumping up at him again. Her little paws claw at the legs of his dark jeans. He leans down to touch her lightly on the nose. “I’ll be back later this week to scratch on you again,” he tells the pup then turns to me. “Ms. Burmmell let’s go. I assume you brought a change of clothing this time?”
I hold up the bag I brought with jeans and an old t-shirt in it for him to see. He nods then turns to head toward the elevator. I glance back at Eileen, still not sure what to say.
“Have fun!” she jokes.
“It’s not like that,” I lie and then take off after my boss.
****
Turns out I wasn’t lying to Eileen. Nothing sexy has happened yet this morning and, to my great disappointment, it looks like nothing sexy will happen. Today, we are really running cables. And to make matters worse, I am supposed to be dragging the cables through an odd crawl space at the bottom of the walls. The crawlspace is a little tunnel only about two and a half feet square. When I asked Christian why it is here, he told me that it was specifically put in for the computer cables, so that they aren’t all over the floor. When I asked him about just using WIFI, he snorted like I was ridiculous, and waved his hand for me to get on with my job —something I don’t want to do. I don’t really want to crawl through a dark, dusty tunnel. This certainly isn’t what I thought I signed up for.
I grab the end of the cable, giving Christian an annoyed look — luckily, I was able to change this time and am not ruining one of my nice work outfits. His blonde eyebrows rise until they are slightly over his glasses, and his blue eyes widen. His lips are fixed in a straight line. I can’t tell if he cares about my objection to what we are doing or not. We stare at each other for a few seconds until he unfolds one of his hands to gesture at the duct again as if to say: get to it.
“Fine.” I look directly into his face and roll my eyes as exaggeratedly as I can. “I’ll go down into that dirty tunnel and run your stupid cable.”
He grunts a laugh, turning away to push a few things over on his desk and sit on it. “Don’t kid yourself, Ms. Burmmell. That’s what you are here for.” Crossing his legs, he settles in and gives me an arrogant smile. “That is the only reason.”
“Yeah, right,” I snap under my breath.
Bending down, I look into the narrow duct. It’s so small. I will have to hunch my shoulders some, but I can fit inside it. This particular run is only about five feet long. I can see the light coming from the other opening. That makes me feel somewhat better. I sigh, resigning myself to my task, then drop the cable down into the opening first, so I can get on my hands and knees. It slaps against the concrete floor. Making myself as little as possible, I crawl inside.
It’s dark. It’s grimy and dusty — and I hate every moment. The top of the tunnel is hard against my back. The walls push into my shoulders. Tons of dust is getting into my hair. I try to not let it disgust me too much, but all my efforts to stay positive change when I try to crawl forward and something catches my left shoulder.
And like that, I’m stuck. The thing that clamped around my shoulder won’t let me move forward or back. My progress is halted, and I’m not even fully inside the tunnel. Whoever built this thing was either stupid or had a different idea about how to run the cables through it. Maybe a drone or something?
“Fuck!” I pull back and forth, trying to get free of what’s caught me. It doesn’t hurt. It’s not cutting into my skin or anything. It just has my shoulder trapped. “Shit! I’m stuck!” I cuss. I take a few deep breaths trying to calm mysel
f and not panic about how stale and dusty the air is down here. They will get me out of here, I chant in my head over and over.
“What’s going on?”
I drop my head down so I can see between my legs. Christian is kneeling behind me. He puts his cheek to the floor, looking into the little tunnel between my legs. My butt is sticking out of the tunnel right above his head.
“My shoulder is caught. I can’t move,” I tell him, struggling this way and that to try to get my shoulder free. Nothing works. My head is starting to spin. I glare at Christian. He’s looking up at my ass with a slight smile on his face. “Do something!” I snap.
Sitting back, he scratches his chin glancing at the sides of the tunnel. “You say you can’t move at all.”
I blow out my breath. “No! If I could move, then I would move. I’m trapped. I cannot stay in here forever, Christian. Get me out!”
“Are you hurt?”
“No. It’s like a clamp or something.”
I can’t tell if he is listening to me or not. He reaches a hand out and gently runs it over the top curve of my butt. His touch makes me shiver slightly. It’s erotic, which seems very out of place at a time like this.
“What are you doing?” I snap. “Christian? Christian get me out of this thing!”
He doesn’t answer me but gets up onto his knees. I feel him inch closer. His thighs and then his crotch slide over my butt cheeks as he places his body flush against mine. With a push, his hips slap into my thighs. It moves my body but doesn’t get me unstuck. He tries it again, humping me through our clothing. My pussy starts to ache in response, but my head is spinning. How can he be thinking about sex when I’m going to be forced to spend the rest of my life in this stupid tunnel? Or run out of air?