He left me wanting, just as he’d intended. Left to sit all day, bare under my skirt, ruined, confiscated panties, and so turned on my thighs were going to be chafed from rubbing together. I was also afraid of a wet spot appearing on my skirt, telling all what a wanton slut I was, though they didn’t know who for.
I went about my work, and of course, before ten hit, the Boob-Squad was making their appearance. Two days without seeing him appeared to be torturous.
It would be…for me. Then again, he was with me and not them.
He called me his, and was very adamant about that fact, but in terms of a relationship? I wasn’t sure. Our constant limbo had me on edge; the only thing that calmed me was his touch. He anchored me then, cementing me to him.
I was happy Kelly didn’t stay too long. She was becoming almost scary in her stalker tendencies as she backward stepped out of the office so she was able to continue staring at him for as long as possible. Never mind that she bumped into the coat rack, knocked it over, and sent it crashing into the hall, hitting an intern carrying a stack of files. Paper flew through the air, landing all over the hall and surrounding cubes.
What did she do then? She batted her eyes and tried to help, bending over in a seductive pose, instead of apologizing to the poor intern she accosted. Her actions ruined his day as he now had to reorganize everything.
Thanks to her, the poor intern was going to be in trouble. I remembered being an intern, and some of the lawyers weren’t always the friendliest, even more so when something wasn’t right.
After almost an hour, I was rocking in my seat; the growing need for some sort of revenge began to grow inside me. Grabbing my phone, I walked to the bathroom and sighed in relief that it was empty. I reached behind me and pulled the zipper down on the back of my knee length, dark grey pencil skirt. I turned down one of the flaps and pointed my phone toward the mirror and snapped a picture.
It was a perfect capture of the top of my ass cheek: round, creamy, and soft. The smooth expanse of skin accentuated the fact I was bare under the thin fabric. Because of him. For him. My hope was that it would put him in the same state I was in.
I surveyed the photo and hit send.
After freshening up, I returned to our office and sat at my desk in a vain hope I could concentrate on my work.
It was soon apparent Nathan wasn’t going to allow that.
My phone buzzed, I opened the message and froze.
Oh. Fuck.
In front of me was a picture of Nathan’s perfect cock: hard, long, and weeping.
Is this what you want?
Moisture gathered at the apex of my thighs, and the ache intensified. Knowing he was in that state, mere feet away, and hard for me, was too much. Oh, how I wanted him, needed him, inside me at that moment.
It was all his fault. Wasn’t it my turn to take my anger out on him? I sighed, realizing the outcome of that would be my termination. Having the boss come in while I had Nathan tied to a chair as I rode him, naked and screamed in ecstasy, was not the way I saw my time ending with Holloway and Holloway.
I couldn’t take it anymore; I had to relieve the tension. I stood and walked around my desk before the sound of my name halted me in my tracks.
“Delilah,” Nathan called. “Your phone is buzzing.”
I slowly turned to look at him—his expression was impassive, but his eyes were a dark blue. I sighed before returning to my desk and looked at the new message he had sent.
Don’t you even fucking think about going to play with your * so you can get off. The only way you are going to come is because I make you. Understood?
I nodded my head in an unconscious movement and sat back down. My phone buzzed again.
Good girl.
I snorted before replying.
Since when have we been in some weird Dom/sub relationship?
I watched him shift in his chair before the soft vibrating alerted me to his response.