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My heart was running wild in my chest when I was admiring my reflection. But my pantyhose didn’t match the look. I was wondering if it was very inappropriate to put them down and attend the dinner without them when Mr Thorn walked into the office, startling me.
"Why aren’t you dressed, Electra?" he asked stiffly, crossing his arms over his chest and watching me as I quickly grabbed the dress and put it back on.
"Just a second," I pleaded, glancing at my reflection and checking if everything was in place. I’d planned to let my long hair down, but I kept it up in a neat bun because of the lack of time.
"We can go," I breathed, peering at my phone. It was 5:02 pm. I’d remembered the punishment for being late, and somehow, I was actually sad that it wasn’t at least five minutes. Last time, he wanted to leave me for three. What about two?
"We can’t," Mr Thorn stated firmly, and my heart skipped a beat with excitement. How could I think that he would break his own rules?
"Why are you wearing pantyhose?" He stared at my legs, and I looked down as well. It wasn’t the question I’d expected.
"Because not wearing them at a five-star restaurant is inappropriate," I replied, not sure where he was going with it.
"Take them off," he ordered, sitting down in his office chair. My eyes widened, and my breathing quickened. The familiar feeling of excitement filled my body when I unzipped my dress.
"We will be late," I whispered when I stepped out of the expensive dark green fabric, not really wanting to stop this little striptease game.
"Then, make it quick!" he commanded and leaned into his chair, not once disconnecting his greedy crystal orbs from my half-naked body. I couldn’t help but feel flattered when he was staring at me like he wanted to ravish me at any second. I’d dreamed about that look in a man’s eyes since I’d read my first romance novel when I was sixteen.
With trembling fingers, I unbuckled the small straps around my body and quickly removed the pantyhose. But before I could put the harness back in its place, Mr Thorn spoke, interrupting my movements.
"Panties too, princess," he ordered huskily, and I gulped. Did he really want me to go to dinner with him without any underwear?
I was frozen for a second, with my fingers hooked on the hem of my thong. He tilted his head to the side, raising one of his thick eyebrows at me.
"Is there a problem?" he asked, and I licked my dry lips.
"No, sir," I breathed, getting back to my surprisingly damp panties. Slowly, I dragged them down my shaking legs, looking at the wet stain from my juices. My body had its own mind, and its reactions only confirmed how much I was enjoying all of it, despite being slightly terrified of my boss’s occasionally crazy commands.
Unhurriedly, I took the harness into my hands. I wanted to provoke Mr Thorn a little. I was sure he liked the show as much as I did. The dirty look that he was giving me was clear proof of that.
I put the leather thing back in its previous spot on my body, and I gasped. Before, I hadn’t noticed the silver ring between my legs because my thong was blocking it from touching the hot, sensitive flesh there. But the cold piece of metal at my wet entrance was very enticing, causing unexpected pleasure to spread from my core. Thanks to it, it took me some time to secure the last strap on my thigh. Finally, I straightened my spine to my full height, waiting for another instruction.
Mr Thorn was grazing my body with his lustful gaze, making goosebumps appear on my almost-naked body just because of his heated stare. He raised his huge hand, pointing at me with his index finger to come closer. I took a few small steps, watching his eyes roam my exposed thighs and hips.
"Turn around," he muttered hoarsely when I was right in front of him.
I did as he said, watching him in the mirror’s reflection as he smirked. I closed my eyes, feeling his hands on my butt, moving up to my waist. My breath hitched in my throat when he unbuckled the clap on my back and tightened it. He did the same with every piece.
Two straps were hugging my thighs; one thin belt on both sides was lining up my hips and connected to the main one around my waist. Another two were supporting my ass, but the most disturbing one was between my legs, not only because of the silver ring but because Mr Thorn spread my butt cheeks, and a thin leather belt was placed exactly between them. I couldn’t imagine how I would walk in high heels with it. To my even greater discomfort and thrill, he tightened the straps as much as possible, making it impossible for me to even breathe properly because of the pressure on my most private areas.
"Now, you’re ready," Mr Thorn spoke from behind me, and I opened my eyes, meeting his crystal orbs in the mirror. "You’re lucky that your contract is still unsigned, or that ass of yours would have experienced very hard times." He slapped my butt slightly, a dreamy expression on his face.
"My signature is only a formality," I whispered, even when I had an important condition to add to the contract. Still, I didn’t want to think about the consequences of his refusal to put it there.
"Well," he muttered, giving me a genuinely happy smile, and I abruptly turned around, not believing my own eyes. He stood up, and I had to raise my head if I wanted to see his face. Still, I had a great view of his wide chest and shoulders.
He looked down at me, and after maybe two seconds, he leaned closer. I was sure he would kiss me, and the butterflies in my stomach went crazy from that thought. But he only brushed his lips against my cheek and softly kissed my jaw before he spoke again.
"That formality saved your ass and your pussy," he muttered into my ear, and I shuddered. "Put your dress on," he commanded in his usual stern voice. "Or you’ll pay for twenty-five minutes, not only for two."
The idea of the belt being stroked through the different parts of my body one hundred and twenty-five times was so scary that I was dressed in a millisecond. I really didn’t need to know which places Mr Thorn would have picked for being rewarded by his lecturing black leather strap.
I put my high heels on and, exactly as I’d expected, walking was exceptionally difficult. The ring between my legs was moving slightly back and forth, grazing my sensitive wet pussy, but to my discomfort, it never touched my clit.
I’d tried to discreetly adjust it in the car while sitting in the back seat next to Mr Thorn, but of course, he spotted my wriggling.
"Are you okay, princess?" he asked, putting his huge hand on my thigh and squeezing it. My dress ended just millimetres above the harness, filling my body with worries and exhilaration at the same time.
