Lori started to speak but he stepped close to her and placed one finger gently on her lips as he stared into her eyes intently. "In the future, I expect that you will do precisely what I tell you to do, without question. Now strip."
Lori looked at him, suddenly aware that she would be nude while Steve was still mostly dressed. She had never done anything like this, but everything inside of her was incredibly turned on by the change of events. She would do whatever he asked, whatever he wanted, as long as she could have him.
His eyes narrowed, and she started to unbutton the rest of her shirt. She removed it and placed it on the chair in front of his desk. As she reached down to take off her heels, Steve stopped her. "Leave them on," he ordered.
She started to open her mouth to question him, but one look at the steely focus in his eyes convinced her to be quiet. She unzipped her skirt and placed it with her shirt.
"From now on, I expect you'll wear stockings. Not pantyhose, but stockings with a garter matching your panties and bra. You'll wear a bra and panties to work, but not when are out together outside of work. No pants, only skirts and heels."
Lori looked at Steve, completely confused. She had never been with a man who told her what to wear, where to stand, or even to get undressed. But there was something in Steve's eyes, in his voice, even in his stance that thrilled her as he quietly but firmly ordered her. She didn't have time to think when he continued.
"If you want to stop, if we go too far, your safe word is 'orchid.' You may use it at any time without retribution, but once you do, we will stop completely for the night. Do you understand?" he said, continuing to stare directly into her eyes.
She looked at him and nodded. "Yes," she said quietly, intrigued by the possibilities.
Steve moved closer to her, tipped her head up to his, and kissed her gently. "Good," he stated, as he reached behind her to unclasp her bra and placed it atop her other clothes.
"Turn around. Bend over the desk. Grab the other side of the desk, and spread your legs more than shoulder distance apart." Steve's voice was smooth and even, as if he were ordering a coffee, rather than telling Lori to prepare for him.
Lori did as he asked. As she bent over the desk, she watched him walk behind his desk, take his keys from his pocket, and unlock a drawer. She couldn't see from her position what was in the drawer, which she suspected was Steve's intention.
He slipped a blindfold over her eyes, and then she felt the cold metal of handcuffs clasp snugly around her wrists. Giving a slight tug, she could tell that he had fastened them somehow to the underside of the edge of the desk. She heard more rustling, and then felt him fasten soft leather straps around each ankle. Steve reached up and harshly slapped the inside of her thighs.
"Not enough. Spread them wider," he said firmly, pushing her legs uncomfortably open. Her wet panties still on, she could feel her ass pulled upward from the angle of her ankles, which now were secured to the edges of the desk. Her naked breasts were pushed into Steve's desk, and she blushed as she imagined what she must look like, open and exposed for his pleasure.