Hey peeps! So here's a very quick update for this story! I did a few tweaks, but only by adding some graphic GIFs where I could make it fit (Only on my AO3).
Feel free to check out the story again to see what I did. The text is the same though.
I will probably add more, if I find anything exciting. *Wink*
WARNING: Graphic contents ahead, read at your own discretion.
Definitely NSFW!

Elle had begun on the stack of papers again, doing her best to work efficiently. The toy Roland had left in her was in slow mode at the moment, nonetheless she felt her body respond to it, her insides heating rapidly.

She finished with her task, and went back to her desk, gingerly sitting down, doing her best to try and avoid making a scene.

Suddenly a man stood in front of her desk. It wasn't Roland. This was a new clerk, and he was holding a massive folder in his hands. His name was Wesley. She realized he was talking, and tried to tune into his words.

"Roland Blum asked me to go over the case files on the Dietrich case with you," he was saying.

Elle nearly groaned. That case was particularly gnarly, and it would take quite a while to get through. She scowled inwardly. He was doing this on purpose, the fucking bastard. She nodded without a word, because at just that moment, the toy seemingly exploded to life, the intensity of vibrations increasing in strength. She jumped and let out an involuntary gasp, her eyes growing wide in astonishment. She grasped the edges of her desk, her knuckles white. The clerk stared at her.

"Are you alright, miss?" He asked, frowning at her.

She bit her lip, and nodded, but had to lower her head for a moment, the persistent sensation of pulsations nearly making her moan out loud. Then it desisted, growing into a dull hum, making it possible for her to look up again. She blew a strand of hair out of her face, and glanced around the room, a sudden suspicion striking her. The timing was almost too uncanny.

He must be able to see her.

Her gaze landed on the bookcases to her right. She had not noticed any changes, but suddenly her eyes lingered on a new addition. An elegant, black leather bound bible was placed in the upper corner to the left. It had a decorative black jewel on its back. It glinted tauntingly at her. Was that a camera? It was confirmed almost the moment her eyes fell upon the book, because the toy inside her roared to life, seemingly hell bent on drilling its way through her very soul.

She gritted her teeth, staring defiantly into the hidden piece of electronics. The pulsations grew stronger, and she knew instinctively that he would make her cum then and there, right in front of Wesley, if she challenged him. She bit her lip again, and lowered her gaze. It took less than two seconds for the toy to simmer down. She sighed in relief.

Alright. She could do this. She gestured for the young man in front of her to sit down across from her, pointing at the chair in front of her desk.

It took more than two hours before they had covered every angle of the case, and during that time Roland would intermittently drive her insane with his remote ministrations.

Elle knew she was spectacularly wet by now. Every time she adjusted her position in her chair, she could feel her slick folds leave traces of wetness on her inner thighs, and she could do nothing about it.

Eventually the young man left, and she was left to her own thoughts. Or insanity. Suddenly the intercom buzzed, and she pressed the buttons, her heart skipping. It was her boss.

"Miss Thomas, if you would please come see me in my office," he purred through the small speaker.

She gulped, and slowly got up, glancing briefly at her seat, terrified that a large, wet stain would be visible there. Luckily there was nothing.

She went to his office, head bent as she walked. When she entered, she saw him sit with a tablet computer. He glanced up and put the tablet away, locking it securely in a desk drawer. She closed the door behind her, and leaned against it uncertainly. Behind him, the dark sky was looming. She glanced at the watch and noted that the time was 17:26. Everyone would be heading home soon.

"Come closer, Elle," he instructed softly, and she shuffled across the floor, staring at the intricate carpet pattern beneath her feet.

He got up, and walked to her, standing in front of her for a brief moment. Then without a word, he grabbed her skirt and hiked it up, his fingers easily finding her soaked cunt, spreading her juices around. He lifted his sticky fingers to his face, examining the evidence of her acute arousal for a long time. Then he turned around and went back to his chair, sitting down behind the desk, and stared at her for a long time. The silence was palpable.

"Roland, I-" she began, hesitantly taking a step towards him.

"Do not speak," he said, his deep voice assertive.

She fell silent, staring at him with wide eyes. She feared he was mad at her.

"Lift up your skirt, so I can see your fucking pretty, little cunt," he said darkly.

She did as he asked.

Then he lifted his hand, showing her the tiny remote he used to control the toy buried inside her. She barely had time to register what he did, before she felt the explosion of sensations as he set the toy alight within her. She gave an involuntary moan, and instantly fell to the floor in front of his desk, squeezing her thighs together desperately, her fingers digging into the soft surface of the carpet.

Oh shit!

Her mind was reeling.

"Get up, Elle," he said casually, speaking just loud enough for her brain to register his words through the loud drum of her body.

She clumsily got to her feet, straightening up to look at him.

"Skirt," he said, indicating for her to lift the hem again.

She lifted the front of the skirt, giving him ample view of her puffy folds.

He gave her a smirk, seemingly pleased. He watched her intently as he fiddled with the small remote, making her increasingly incoherent as she stood trembling with need. He dialed it all the way up, and took in her reaction curiously, as she lurched slightly, her mouth falling open as she was nearly hurtled over the edge then and there.

"You will not come, until I say so," he said firmly, his eyes glinting in the soft glow of his office lamps.

Elle whimpered, and scowled, almost getting angry with him.

"Now now, we will have none of that," he purred nonchalantly, waggling his index at her.

"We both know you fucking deserve this," he said, his voice darkening at every word.

"Because you have been a very bad girl, indeed," he added, leaning back in his seat.

"Isn't that right?" He questioned, frowning up at her.

She stared fiercely at him, but her insides throbbed as she saw him adjust himself candidly, spotting his prominent erection through his tight suit trousers. Her face filled with lust, as he caught her eye.

"That's more like it," he murmured, fiddling the dial, to make the toy inside her pulse rhythmically.

She moaned softly, feeling her climax just around the corner.

"Ah ah," he admonished.

"Not yet, pet. Be patient," he added, smirking.

She huffed and sighed, trying to stand in a dignified manner. It was difficult, as she suddenly felt something wet dribble down her inner thigh. He saw it too, his eyes following the luminescent bead roll down her leg. He gave a mezmerised sigh, then he fixed his gaze on her face again.

"I will count down from 20," he began.

She glanced up at his words.

"When I get to 1, you will have your release," he spoke casually.

She released a breath she didn't know she had been holding.

"20," he said, observing her every move.

"19." His eyes were roaming her face.

"18."

"17." She shuddered.

"16."

"15."

"14."

"13." His voice lowered into a soft murmur as he leaned forward expectantly.

"12."

"11."

"10." He caught the way her thighs were trembling.

"9."

"8." She moaned wantonly, her hips rolling of their own volition.

"7."

"6." He paused for a long moment, his burning gaze on her sex.

"5," he continued.

"4."

"3." She was almost moaning too loudly for her to hear him count, her insides feeling like molten lava.

"2."

"1," he whispered, his eager gaze upon her, as she finally exploded, her insides throbbing hotly.

He could see the tail end of the pink toy as it moved with her inner spasms, and he nearly went to her, wanting nothing more than to fuck her right there on the carpet floor. He bared his teeth as she fell to all four again, her body shaking and convulsing violently as she rode out the strongest orgasm of her life. He watched her implacably as he fiddled with the remote again, changing the rhythm inside her sharply, hearing her strangled cry again, as he sent her crashing into another orgasm. She was on her side now, practically hugging herself, face flushed, hair splayed out on his office floor. He didn't relent, but made the toy buzz and vibrate in long spurts, giving her no respite. She rolled onto her back, arms by her sides, fingers digging desperately into the carpet,, her hips lifted off the floor as she shuddered violently, feeling another release rush in. She screamed her release, and he briefly pondered his own wise decision to soundproof his office.

He had her orgasm no less than 7 times right here on his office floor, before he was satisfied. She was screaming so loudly, pleading and begging him, either for more or less, he didn't know. Then he switched off the toy. She lay panting and sobbing, her trembling fingers covering her face. Her body twitched a few times, as he walked around his desk to kneel at her side. He was painfully erect by now, and dearly wanted to bury himself deep within her pulsating heat, but he resisted the urge. Patience. Instead he removed the egg from her hot body, and put it in his pocket.

He grabbed her chin, brushing her hair out of her face and made her look up at him.

"Can you stand?" He asked gently.

She was still breathing harshly, but she nodded once. He helped her to her feet, making sure she wouldn't fall flat on her face. She stumbled, and he caught her, lifting her up in his arms, cradling her to his chest. He lifted her to his couch, allowing her to lie down on her side. He sat down beside her, sitting in silence for a long while.

She almost fell asleep.

"Do you want to come home with me?" He murmured, caressing her cheek softly.

Elle looked up at him, and nodded, smiling at the idea of laying in his bed again. Perhaps even do more than that.

"Good," he said, caressing her cheek with his thumb.

"Because I'm not done with you yet," He said, smirking.

Alright, what did you think? *wink*

-Pancakes