Secret Pet

by Jamie Knight

  I spill into her with a force that rocks me to my core. My head spins as the whole world sinks down into the feeling in my cock. My cum coats her pussy, dripping around my pumping shaft, covering her thighs and making our bodies slicker. But I can’t stop. I thrust harder, holding her still until I use her again and unload once more. When I pull away, her eyes are big. They lock onto my face, showing me her delight in being filled by my seed.

  Alone, in reality, I spend myself in my hand. I find some tissues to clean up and take a deep breath. I need to move up the timeline of my plan. My release will have to come sooner than I originally intended. My dick needs my pet badly.

  Chapter Seven

  Mandy

  Thoughts of Christian and our basement encounter kept me up for most of the night. Plus, as predicted, Pumpkin threw a fit about me closing the guest room door. Between her yowling and the old scratchy sheets, sleep was pretty elusive anyway. But it was the fantasy that really kept my mind rolling.

  All night, all I could imagine or wonder about was how to handle Christian. Should I go through with helping him? What if he wants to have sex? Should I? He’s so hot that I want to, but I don’t want any feelings to form. Maybe that is okay? This is just a sexual thing, right? He’ll probably take me a few times then get bored and move on. That would be fine with me. In fact, a fling would do me good.

  Plus, it’s not like I have a choice, right? He has the tape of me, so I should do whatever he wants — even if it is very dirty. That’s the thought that stays with me on the bus in the morning, and I feel a bit at peace. I really don’t have a choice here. So, I should relax and try to enjoy whatever happens. I just hope it happens quickly.

  When I arrive at nine AM, I’m disappointed. Everything seems normal. So, I set my bag with extra clothing into the big drawer in my desk, try to get a certain set of sky-blue eyes out of my mind, and get to work — on my usual boring work. I don’t even have Eileen to distract me.

  An endless stream of numbers marches across my computer screen as I add up receipts and look over expenses. Time is passing by super slowly and my body’s starting to ache. It’s still on my old sexual schedule. My pussy wants my morning orgasm. It doesn’t know that the basement is now occupied. The loss of my private, secret time is making me feel a little crazy.

  I’m just about to head to the bathroom and make do, when a flash at the bottom of my computer screen catches my eye. There is a little yellow light by the watercooler app’s icon. Usually, I try to stay off the app. It’s mainly used to spread rumors, but if you don’t check it once a day, you never have any idea of what is going on around here. McKenzie Tech is a big place.

  Who would be messaging me? Eileen is out. Reese, if she is in the building, would usually come to visit my desk to have a laugh. Sloane tends to be too formal for Watercooler. If she wants to see me in her office, she will email. And the rare times she wants to act like my friend, she still emails.

  Curiosity getting the best of me, I move my mouse over and click the app open. I have a private message from someone with the screenname of Master. Most of the accounts on Watercooler were created using our real names, but some people make up new names just for fun or so they can spread rumors. I’m not really down for all that, so typically, I’m MandyB. I don’t even have to guess who Master is; it’s obviously Christian. Part of me wants to roll my eyes, but the sex-deprived part of me is amused.

  When I click on Master’s name, a new, private chat window opens. The breath in my lungs whooshes out as I see what he wrote to me.

  I can see you. Open your legs.

  His words are curt, rude even, but they still make me hot. I don’t know what to type back, so I freeze. How can he possibly see me? As my fingers hover over the keyboard, another message appears.

  Did you follow my orders?

  What? I type back, not remembering him telling me to do anything.

  Open your legs. Let me see if you followed my orders.

  I don’t know what else to do, so slowly I open my thighs feeling my skirt slip up over my knees as the material stretches. The idea of him watching me is getting me hot. My pussy, which was already aching, is now getting wet from my desire. My panties are damp, and I wonder if he can see that.

  You didn’t follow my orders. Bad Pet. You will have to be punished.

  What?

  I told you no panties for the next few weeks. I installed some cameras under your desk; I want to watch your pussy as you work. So short skirts and no panties.

  But I thought I was supposed to help you in the basement.

  You will. When I decide you deserve it. You disappointed me today, pet. I was going to have you blow me, but now, I think not. Time for your punishment.

  My hips shift on their own. They thrust with need. Never have typed words turned me on so much. All I can think about is the huge bulge that was in Christian’s pants yesterday. I’m dying to see his long, hard cock. I can’t wait to touch it. Heat fills my body, and I run a hand down over my stomach, up under my skirt and slip my fingers over my panties.

  No. No. No. Christian types. No touching yourself. You haven’t earned that yet, but I like your enthusiasm. Open your top right desk drawer.

  When I pull the drawer open, a medium-sized black box meets my eyes. The sight of it brings a smile to my face. How can he be punishing me and giving me gifts at the same time? However, when I open the box, I’m confused. Inside is a bright pink…thing. It looks like a mix of a tadpole and a vibrator.

  Making sure that no one is looking, I pull the thing out of the box. The silicone exterior is smooth to my touch, but there are no buttons. I flip the thing over just to make sure.

  Christian has been typing while I was looking at his present, so I glance up to catch what he wrote.

  Take off your panties. Now.

  Instead of following his orders, I type back. What is it?

  It’s a Bluetooth enabled vibrator. You are going to slip that into your pussy every day, and I’m going to watch you cum as often as I like.

  I swear my pussy does a happy dance. My skin feels flushed, and I start to tremble slightly. I want this so badly. I want to cum for Christian as he watches, I just have to be discreet, so that none of my coworkers realize what is going on.

  Looking around, making sure that everyone in the area has their eyes on their computers, I slowly open my legs wider. Over the chat, Christian immediately praises me. Slowly and as seductively as I can, I run my hands up over my inner thighs, giving my Master a quick show. My fingertips touch the hem of my panties. Hooking them in, I pull the panties off quickly and stuff them into my purse. I keep one hand on my pussy folds, slipping my fingers up and down to feel my own wetness.

  I can see how much you want this, pet. That’s my good girl, Christian types. Put the vibe in now so I can give you your punishment.

  Taking the pink vibe out of its box, I glance at the instructions to understand just how it needs to be placed. The thick end goes inside while the skinny end needs to be outside of my body for Christian to control it remotely. I rub it up and down my lower lips to get it wet, then push it in. There is some immediate release. Just having something inside of me, stretching my pussy walls makes me feel better. I have to clamp my mouth shut to keep from moaning with pleasure.

  Now, let's see how fast you cum, my pet. I want to see that hot little pussy twitch before my eyes.

  The first set of vibrations rips through me. The odd-shaped thing is powerful. My pussy walls jump, making me want to slam my legs shut and lean forward on my desk, but I know I have to keep my legs spread for Christian to see. My hips jut back and forth voluntarily as the vibrations increase. In my mind, I imagine that it is my boss’s big, thick cock thumping inside of me, not some toy. I can’t wait till he fucks me for real, but this will do for now.

  Catching the sound of the elevator doors opening, I freeze. My legs snap closed, and I rest my hands on the keyboard, anxiously trying to click to another screen — somethi
ng that isn’t so taboo. I can hear Kane’s voice now. He’s giving someone a tour. I have to stop with the sex play before he catches me.

  I close Watercooler and bring up my accounting work. Acting normal and figuring out where I am at on my list of things to do isn’t going well. Christian keeps buzzing me. The vibe pulses in short quick bursts that light up my pussy and make me want to scream.

  Watercooler reopens on my computer — on its own — with a message from Christian. Where did you go?

  Not now, I type quickly and close the app again. I brush my hair back, make sure my clothing looks perfect and put a big smile on my face. There should be no way that anyone knows what I have been doing.

  The vibe in my pussy goes nuts. It zaps and throbs and vibrates like Christian is trying to get my attention.

  Open your legs, pet. Watercooler is open again. I want to see it.

  Not now, I type again. Kane coming.

  LOL. So?

  The vibe goes off again, longer this time. My whole abdomen lights up. Heat pools in my pussy. I’m going to cum if he keeps this up.

  I can’t. Not now. I beg over the chat program. Please. He’s almost to my desk.

  Cum, pet! Let me see you cum! Open your legs!

  The vibe is shaking so hard inside me. I feel like I am going to faint. Kane is a few desks over talking to one of my coworkers, and oddly, the fact that I’m about to get caught adds an extra thrill. I feel my skin go hot. I know my cheeks are red. Part of my brain says fuck it. I let go, open my legs as wide as I can for Christian’s camera and put a hand over my mouth to stifle my moans.

  Good pet! Show me that sweet pussy.

  Vibrations between my legs get harder. The thing pulses, feeling almost like a throbbing cock. Electric tingles twitch over my spine. Then I cum hard. My pussy quivers and throbs. A tiny bit of my own juices run down my legs. It’s all right in front of the camera for Christian.

  My breath comes in pants. I can feel how flushed my face is, but I have to resist putting my head down on my desk and losing myself in the afterglow. Part of me wants to run down to the basement and ride Christian until he begs for mercy, but I can’t. I have to stay at my desk until he requests me. I bite my lip, hoping that the request comes soon. Did I make him hard?

  “Mandy?”

  A shiver runs down my body. My stomach is instantly nauseous. My afterglow is gone in a second at the sound of a voice that I never wanted to hear again.

  I turn to look into the only pair of brown eyes that I hate. Jered, my ex, is standing at the opening to my cubical with Kane at his side. He has his eyebrows raised and a smirky smile on his face that I want to wipe off with a jackhammer.

  Kane leans an arm along the wall of my cubical. “Do you two know each other?”

  Jered crosses his arms over his chest. He hasn’t taken his eyes off my face. I’m not sure if he knows what I was just doing, but he has to suspect. Nervously, I brush my hair back behind my ears then sit up a little taller.

  Jered opens his big mouth to answer, but I speak before he can. “Old acquaintances. No big story.” My hands need something to do, so I grab a bunch of files on my desk, push them into one pile and tap that pile into a neat stack. I’m sure my discomfort is noted by both men.

  Kane drums his fingers on the top of my cubical. He gives me a slight nod. “I see. Well, Mr. Coleman here is joining the McKenzie Tech team in HR. He’s going to be in charge of new hires and background checks.”

  I can feel my face going paler and paler. Jered cannot be here. He certainly cannot work here. The idea of having to be nice to this man, who figuratively spit into my face when I was my most vulnerable, is too much.

  “I see,” I snap. Turning my chair so that I can pretend to be busy, I try to calm my flipping stomach. “Good luck, Mr. Coleman.” My words are a dismissal. It’s rude and not something I should do in front of the CEO, but I can’t help myself.

  Jered opens his stupid, smirky mouth, again, to say something — probably something fake and trite, but the phone on my desk rings, halting his words.

  “This is Mandy,” I answer after putting the phone to my ear.

  “Ms. Burmmell.” It’s Christian. He’s speaking very loudly into the phone. So loudly I’m sure that the two men who are still loitering at my desk can hear. “I could use your assistance in the basement immediately.”

  “One second.” I look up at Kane and try not to smile. “It’s Mr. Keeley. Time to start my second assignment.”

  Kane shrugs and then nods.

  “I’ll be right down,” I tell Christian and hang up.

  Kane tells Jered to head towards Sloane’s office. I don’t look at him. I don’t watch my ex leave or say goodbye — he didn’t before, why should I now? His eyes are burning holes into the side of my face. His breath is loud. I can practically feel the heat off his body like a sunburn, but I will not look at him or acknowledge his presence any further. Mr. Coleman can have the cold shoulder for the rest of the time we work together. Hopefully, he will do something stupid and get fired. Maybe knock up some other stupid girl who believes his charm.

  I shake my head, wiping thoughts of the past out of my mind then realize that Kane is still leaning on my cubical and watching me with an expectant expression in his chocolate-brown eyes.

  “Everything okay, Mandy?” he asks. I can tell from the tone of his voice, in his mind, he is acting like my friend now, not my boss.

  I give him my best fake grin. “Everything is peachy. I really should head down to the basement. Mr. Keeley is waiting.” Pulling open my desk drawer, I grab my bag with the extra clothing in it.

  Kane glances up at the ceiling, obviously trying to not roll his eyes. He shakes his head slightly, but none of his perfect hair moves out of place. “You’re a saint for putting up with the weirdo, Mandy.” I have to think a second to realize that he is talking about Christian, not Jered. “But just help him with this one cabling job, and I promise to never let him bother you again.”

  I stand — keeping my thighs as closed as possible so that the vibe stays in place — and straighten the wrinkles out of my skirt. “Not a problem, Mr. McKenzie.”

  Kane smiles his CEO smile, all business again, then gives me a friendly wink before walking off.

  Chapter Eight

  Christian

  The video camera on top of my pet’s computer caught her whole interaction with Kane and this new guy — Jered something or another. The guy looks like a jerk. I especially do not like how uncomfortable Mandy looked when she saw him. I have a screenshot up on my computer monitor of the moment she first saw the guy. In it, she is pale. Her pretty little lips are pulled, twisted together in shock. Her brown eyes are hard, cold, with fiery anger in them. From that look, that now fills my view, I know she knows him — really knows him. It bothers me. But I don’t exactly know why.

  I’ve never been the guy who asks about a pet’s past relationships. I usually don’t care who she has done or what. That is her business, not mine. Knowing about someone’s past relationships is typically a trait of being in a relationship, and I don’t do relationships. Pets are just for physical pleasure, that is it.

  Still, this new guy bugs me.

  There is a slight knock at the annex door. I know it’s her, Mandy, but I feel no need to take down the screenshot of her face. She will quickly learn that I am watching her at all times. I keep my eyes on the screen, working through boxing up my odd feelings and wait for her to come to me.

  The basement is mostly dark this morning. I don’t feel the need to keep a lot of lights on when it is just me. The glow from the computer monitors is enough.

  The click of her heels tells me that Mandy is walking over to stand behind me. I can feel her presence at my back. She gives a little curious grunt.

  “Not really the most flattering shot,” she says bemusedly. I expected her to be shocked at my recording of her; instead, she seems relaxed, or more relaxed then she was earlier.

  “He bothers y
ou?” I hate myself for asking, but the words come out even when I don’t want them too.

  She doesn’t answer right away. She just stands at my back, looking at the screen from over my shoulder. “I’m not sure I know you well enough to answer that.”

  The feisty tone of her voice makes me smile. I love a pet that is a challenge. It gives me more experience with manipulation.

  I cross my arm over my chest and turn my chair. “What if I asked you as your boss?”

  A bit of a smile pulls at my pet’s lips. “Mr. Keeley, my personal life is not company business. But I can assure you that Mr. Coleman and I will be strictly professional in the office.”

  She is inches from me, in her hot little skirt and blouse combo with the top two buttons undone so I can see a hint of her cleavage. I reach out, running my hands up the side of her thighs, over the fabric of her skirt, and pull her towards me. A slight gasp escapes her lips.

  “And what about us, Ms. Burmmell? Will we be strictly professional in the office?”

  By the look in her eyes, I know that part of Mandy wants to pull away. There is a mix of fear and desire on her face. She trembles slightly.

  “We shouldn’t,” she whispers, but there isn’t much conviction in her voice.

  Wheeling my chair forward, I wrap my arms around her tighter. With me sitting in my chair, my face is right at the level of her breasts. I can smell the sweet scent of her skin and feel her heat. The tremble of her body increases as I plant a kiss on the top of one of her breasts.

  “We shouldn’t,” she whispers again.

  I kiss the top of her other breast then rub my nose and freshly shaved chin on them gently. For such a small thing, she has a very full chest. Taking one hand from her waist, I run it up her belly, over the buttons of her blouse till I reach the top one. Pulling it lightly with my fingers, I look up at her.

  “You don’t want to?” I ask coyly.

  Her eyes meet mine, and I am lost in the shadows and light caught in their brown coloring.