JENNIE
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The air is cool against my bare skin. The desk iscooler. I still feel like I'm on fire.
The door opens with a creak, the footsteps sure and carrying an ease until they stop. Embarrassment, shame—I'm not sure what it is that heats my face but I know there's nothing I can do about it. Lisa put me here how she wants me, and I don't dare stand up; hell, I don't know that I could move if I wanted to.
With my entire body paralyzed, and every nerve ending lit aflame from the forbidden aspect, I feel nothing but both wanted and ashamed.
Lisa slides her hand beneath my dress as the two men take their seats. Lisa is close enough to touch, while the other person, judging by the groan of the chair, is farther away and seated behind me, not in front.
The thin fabric of my dress barely covers part of my ass, and the rest of me is only hidden by the fact that I'm bent over. If I were to move, the dress would fall. My eyes beg to close, but I stare at the woman who put me here. She radiates dominance but there's also a casualness to her. She has everything I don't have at this moment.
I'm only grateful that I can't see the other person. My eyes stay on Lisa as she toys with me in a way that's almost relaxed despite another person in here watching. His footsteps approach the desk and stop. Lisa's fingers slip up and down, moving from my swollen clit that begs for attention all the way up, pressing gently, testing me, then back down. Over and over.
"Should I come back later?" the man questions. I think I recognize his voice but I'm not sure. Part of me wonders if he knows who I am. I wonder what he thinks of me. Just as my mind begins to race, pleasure halts every burgeoning question in its tracks.
Lisa pushes two fingers inside of me and slides them in and out, her rhythm slow, then moves back to my clit. My toes curl in my heels, the pleasure building and then sending a tingling need outward. My only movement is to grip the edge of the desk harder and squeeze my eyes shut tight.
I'm so close to the edge. I can feel it. It overwhelms me to the point that I can't focus on the conversation being held in the room. I can't focus on anything until Lisa's hand slips away, leaving me wanting and she chuckles. It's deep and low and the man lets out a huff of a laugh but it's restrained.
As my high comes down, a sense of slight disappointment accompanies it. I stare at a beautifully paneled wall. There's not much to look at. There's everything to feel between my legs.
"I'm interrupting," the man comments. He has a deep voice. Maybe he's one of the security men. Yes, I think that's where I recognize his voice from.
"No," says Lisa. Her tone is sharp enough to make me think the man is right, that he's interrupting, but then Lisa continues. "Go ahead."
"Some news from the city," the man begins, and hesitates. "I've had a few different reports."
Lisa hums and leans forward, forcing my gaze to her button-down shirt, until my eyelids fall shut once more with the divine pleasure from her touch. She toys with me again, rubbing ruthless circles against my clit until I let out a moan I wish I could stifle. If only I had something to bite down on.
"From our territories or others?"
"A couple from others." Their voices go back and forth, back and forth, but all I can feel is Lisa. Lisa's hand between my legs. She nudges my thighs apart a little further under the dress, and I know I'm not supposed to move other than this. She's good at what she does. And I fucking love it. I've wondered long enough and she's exceeded my expectations with a sinful flare I didn't know existed.
Flames are coming off my skin as arousal drips down the inside of one of my thighs. The intense sensation concentrates on my clit, building and building.
Hold still, I think and pray and desperately try to hold my position, but the man is talking when it hits. The orgasm rips through me with a sudden shockwave. I close my lips tight and try not to make any sound. It comes out anyway. My heels lift off the floor. The movement makes the dress fall to the floor.
Fuck. Oh, fuck. There's not a shred of coverage. My heart pounds even as my climax tears through me.
Instantly, I know what I've done. I press myself flat against the desk.
Lisa's hand is still between my legs. Slowly, she takes it out and puts it firmly on the small of my back. It's slick to the touch and my face heats all the more. "You disobeyed me."
"I'm sorry," I say in a breathy voice. It's a drunken concoction that takes over. I'd let her do anything she'd like to me. Hell, after what she's done, I'm barely capable of breathing.
She pauses. "Does that apology appear sincere to you?"
I realize after a beat that she's asking the man in the room, not me.
"I would say, given the state she's in, it's a genuine apology."
Lisa's hand presses down on my skin. "Thank Nate for sparing you of your first punishment, my little pet."
Nate? I don't know the other person in the room after all. Thank fuck for that.
"Thank you," I utter and it comes out just above a whisper.
"I think she'll be my good girl," she comments while lowering the tip of her nose to my shoulder. She leaves an openmouthed kiss there on my bare skin and a shudder of desire runs through me. "She'll learn to do better."
"I'm sure she will," our guest, Nate, comments.
By the time she's finished talking, I can feel Lisa's breath on my neck, and on my cheek. Her face comes close to mine. She kisses me and another shock moves through me. It's tender. Sweet. Soft. Nothing at all like she's been.
"Is she a new toy?" Nate asks.
Lisa murmurs a hum in response.
The first sign that Nate's standing is the protest of the chair behind me. The next is the scrape of his shoe against the hardwood floor. I feel Nate get closer. His footsteps move in, and the air shifts. My heartbeat picks up again.
"Mind if I touch?" he questions, his voice above me. There's no doubt he could see all of me if only he dared to move two feet.
The possessiveness is unexpected in Lisa's answer. As is the manner in which I revel in it. "Only if you want me to cut off your fucking hand. I don't share my toys." Lisa opens a drawer in her desk, and a moment later I feel something soft between my legs. She cleans me up with the same gentle movements she used to kiss me. Who is this woman? My mind can't take her in. Staying as still as I can, I swallow down my racing thoughts and watch Lisa.
"Come," she says, but her hands show me what to do. Lisa takes me into her lap and I settle into her, carefully covering myself and nestling into her lap. She wraps a black blanket around me and holds me close. With my eyes closed, I bury my head in the crook of her neck.
Nate clears his throat. He says something about a man and train tracks. I can't pay attention to it. The softness of the blanket is too overwhelming, and underneath it is Lisa's hard body. As she carries on the conversation, the deep rumble of her words vibrating through me, Lisa runs her hand up and down my arm.
"Are you sure she's not undercover?" My eyes open wide in shock at that one, my body going stiff and I'm certain Lisa notices it.
"She's not undercover," Lisa tells Nate dismissively. "I've gone through her file. Just a pretty little pet." She looks down at me. "Aren't you?"
I lift my face to look into her eyes. "Like a cop? I'm not a cop." It makes me nervous to hear her even suggest it. But for once Lisa's eyes are kind.
"Tell me what you are."
"What?"
"What exactly are you doing here and don't make me ask you again. What. Are. You. To. Me?"
"Your fuck toy, Lisa." I barely breathe after saying the words.
"That's right. That's all you are, isn't it?" The kindness in her eyes turns to desire. Nate coughs, and that same cold expression returns to her eyes. She's pissed. "Get out, Nate."
My body refuses to move a muscle as the man leaves. My gaze stays on Lisa's although she doesn't look back. Not until the door has shut.
"You're hard to read tonight," she comments. "Do you like it when others watch?"
I don't know what to say to that. I came on her desk while a man was watching in the room.
"If you don't know," Lisa continues, "that is an appropriate answer. Nate can be intimidating, and sometimes it's about who is watching." I shake my head. I don't know. I don't know if it was someone else in the room, or just Lisa. Just the fact that she wanted me. "What did you hear of our conversation?"
"Nothing."
She toys with my bottom lip. "Did you miss the part where I told you all you are is my pretty little pet?"
"Don't—" Licking my lips, I hesitate but then summon the courage to speak. I bring up all the knowledge I have about arrangements like this between people. "Don't pets get a safe word?"
Lisa chuckles and embarrassment lights my cheeks again. "A safe word," she repeats with a deadly grin. One that's both charming but condescending. "You'd like a safe word?"
I can only nod.
"What word?" she questions and I already know what word I'd use.
"Red."
Her gaze searches mine and I have no idea what she's looking for. "I'll allow it. Another rule." Her tone turns businesslike, although her arms remain cradling me. "You won't call me Lisa in front of anyone ever again." Her hand moves up to my knee, slides up to my thigh, and then she places it between my legs. As she cups my heat, I moan from the pressure she places on my clit. With my eyes closed she whispers at my neck, "Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes," I answer without hesitation. She rocks her palm, telling me what a good little pet I am for her. I'm already wet for her again. It's like she never stopped playing with me. "Here, it's fine. When it's us. But you will refer to me as Ma'am."
I nod, but then swallow nervously wondering if I should dare to voice my next condition. "I don't want to be called a toy or a pet to anyone else," I manage to say, though it makes me nervous to do it.
She pauses her movements and I peer up into her dark gaze. "Just between us?" she says. "You do like it, don't you?"
"I like it." My face reddens. It's true. I really do like it.
"Then what should I tell others you are, little pet of mine?"
"I don't know," I say on a breath.
"I could call you mine." My heart beats faster than it ever has, and harder. "You think you'd like that?"
"I think … I think I could manage to like it."
She makes a low noise and lifts me from her lap, spreading the blanket out on the desk and me along with it. One heel falls off and she doesn't give me a moment to retrieve it. I'm spread bare across her desk, wearing only my left heel. Lisa's hands move fast at her belt and between my legs, and within moments she's pushing into me. Filling me and forcing a cry of pleasure from me. Fuck. "My little pet," she says as she thrusts into me with deep, long strokes. "Mine."
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