Ignoring the alarm clock would do nothing to forestall Monday. With great reluctance, she slid from her bed, and plodded to the shower. Under the warm spray, she rubbed soap onto her body, pinching her nipples as she’d dreamed about someone doing, all fucking night long.
“I’ll only do one for now.”
His voice echoed in her head. The threat, the promise, intertwined with pain and lust. She’d masturbated over and over again last night, coming harder and harder until she’d squirted all over her bed.
Getting up and changing her sheets at 1 a.m. hadn’t made it any easier to get up.
Her pussy was tender now, the throb a blend of the surreal fantasy of yesterdays torture, and last nights use. She rubbed soap between her thighs with vigor, leaning against the shower wall as she fingered her clit and nipple. The sudden gush from her cunt surprised her, making her knees tremble.
What the fuck had he done to her?
Shutting and locking her car door, Ellie leaned against it for a moment. She hadn’t said anything about yesterday to Maggie when they’d done the car switcharoo yesterday. She, who told Mags everything, could not even figure out how to begin to explain this. Hell, she couldn’t explain it to herself, let alone anyone else.
Should she quit? Gods, but the money was great. And she had to take some personal responsibility for disobeying her boss, for coming in when she wasn’t supposed to. Now she knew why – but serioiusly, who would have ever thought that there’d be a BDSM party at a gym?
She reached for the door, but before she could unlock it, Daniel opened it, startling her.
“Actually, I’m surprised, and pleased, that you’re here.”
Locking the door behind her, he flipped the sign to Closed.
“Family emergency,” he said, before pointing to the back offices. “Let’s go back here and wait for Dane.”
She swallowed the rise of nerves. She had no idea how to deal with this. None. Should she stay? Should she quit? Should she…
“uh…uhm. No, no coffee.”
“Ellie, you have nothing to be nervous about. It’s Dane and I who are worried. What you went through yesterday was a mistake. It was ..”
“I’ve had six orgasms since yesterday.”
They stared at one another. How the fuck had that come out of her mouth?
“How interesting,” came a voice from behind her. A voice she recognized instantly.
“Ohmygawd it was YOU!”
She jumped from the chair and whirled around. Framed in the doorway was a man who was not at all what she expected. The voice was deep and sensual, but the face did not at all reveal…the monster? No…the pervert.
“You touched me.”
“And for that I’ll apologize, since we did not have an understanding between us. I mistook you for another, a submissive who had been sent to me for correction.”
“Submissive. A person-male, female, they, who want to be dominated-usually sexually, but sometimes in lifestyle choices, by a Top, or Dominant.
“Yes…I understand that. AND I get that I made a huge mistake in coming here when I was told not to…”
“But?” He asked, sensing she was not done.
Her mouth opened, then closed. She looked at him, then down at his feet.
“My gawd you have big feet…” her voice trailed off, as that urban myth gobsmacked her into silence. She looked up at him, mortified by her wildly out of control mouth.
One eyebrow raised. One corner of his mouth raised.
“Curious?” His voice was silky, all soft, sexy, slick. She knew he was teasing her but she felt hot and cold shivers all over her body. Surly that was why her nipples were suddenly engorged. She couldn’t look at him anymore, and dropped her eyes. He continued.
“You did have all those orgasms following our mishap.”
Her eyes flashed up, then down. Dammit! She could feel the blush stain her cheeks pink, could feel too, his deep amusement. And dammit, could feel the heat building between her thighs.
“Stop…you..you’re doing that on purpose!” she said, keeping her eyes fixed on his third button.
Daniel rested in his chair, amused. This was taking a direction far and away from what he’d anticipated when he woke up this morning. He’d dreamed of lawyers and lawsuits, million dollar payouts. This? No way in hell. Still, Dane had a way.
“I’m not doing anything. But I’m glad you are feeling.”
Gods she wanted to melt into a puddle. He wasn’t her type. Not even close. Oh, he was slick and self-assured, and he was attractive. But…. He was older than she was used to, with grey hair mixed liberally through the brown. He had a way of looking at a person. His eyes were piercing, intense. Like he could see inside of her. She wasn’t sure if she was afraid of what he saw…or of what he made her feel.
“Those orgasms you mentioned. Tell me…how did you enjoy them?”
He took a step closer to her, until his toes nearly touched hers, until she could feel the heat from him. He leaned closer, whispering in her ear.
“Did you think about my tying you up so that you couldn’t move? Did you remember the way that my hands touched your tits?”
She flinched at the naughty word. And yet it was so fucking hot, that he just said “tits” in a matter-of-fact way like that. Tits.
“Or did you touch your nipple like my clamp did? A tight bite of pain to awaken your clit?”
A shiver ran up her spine.
“Tell me you hated it. Tell me to go away and leave you the fuck alone, if this is not what you want. Tell me that you hate me and never want to be near any of this dirty, sexy, hot, wet, throbbing scene again. Tell me, and I’ll go, and you can do your job from 9-5 and go back to living your regular vanilla life.”
He paused, then. Her eyes were closed but her breath had thickened in her chest. Her clit did throb. Her mouth was pooled with spit, and she swallowed hard. When his fingers pinched her nipple, she moaned.
“I….I want…” she breathed out the words softly.
His fingers twisted her nipple hard to the left.
She came, hot juice leaking from her undies, running down her thigh.