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Mr Thorn: It’s not the picture I was hoping for, but okay. I’ll give you points for resourcefulness. Now, you have five minutes to send me the proper proof of your wetness! And because you didn’t send it before, you can’t take the picture in my office or in the bathroom.
I was staring at the phone in pure shock. Was he out of his mind? There was no place, other than his office, where I could take a photo of my pussy without being under the cameras. I looked around the corridor on the thirtieth floor, and my sight landed on the door to another office. I scanned the text from Mr Thorn, and there wasn’t one word about another room, so I took my chances. I put my bag on my table, and with one last glance at the elevator, which had a number two on display, I walked through the door.
No one was permanently staying in this office since the former CEO had stepped down and his son, Bastian, had fired his father’s right hand. No one knew the reason, but I’d overheard that Mr Thorn didn’t want spies in the company.
I took a sharp breath, and then rolled up my skirt again. I pulled down my panties and lifted my leg on the armchair, taking photos of my dripping wet pussy. The whole thing about taking pictures made me so horny that I was tempted to grant myself an orgasm.
Just when I finally decided to spend a few minutes more in the office playing with myself, the elevator sound almost gave me a heart attack. I pulled up my panties, put down my skirt in a millisecond, and I opened the door. The cleaning lady was fighting with the mop a few feet away from me, and I giggled at my foolishness. I was at work, for God's sake, and all I could think about was sex. And another text from Mr Thorn didn’t help me to regain control over my lascivious thoughts either.
Mr Thorn:Such a beautiful kitten you have between your legs, princess. I must take care of it properly when I get back.
I gulped down the saliva that appeared in my mouth. I already had an image in my mind of being fucked by Mr Thorn, and I just couldn’t wait. Two days without him seemed like an eternity.
Because the cleaning lady was still present on the floor, I couldn’t execute my previous plan to masturbate, so I took the paper with the rules from my bag. That was when I found out that I couldn’t play with myself or reach a climax without permission from him. I was glaring at the sentence, feeling desperate. He’d left me here, and I couldn’t even satisfy my own needs by myself.
Just great!
28
APhone Call
Electra
Thewholedaypassedquickly. Mr Thorn had sent me a few messages, but nothing as interesting as in the morning. Mostly, he’d only check up on me to see if everything was fine. His meetings were long and exhausting, so I'd rather not disturb him from working.
He allowed me to finish work earlier today because his two men were going to help me move some of my stuff into his luxurious apartment in the city centre. He owned the entire building, and it was within walking distance of the company. Many times, it would be much better to go to work on foot than by car because of the horrible traffic.
In the instructions I’d received from Mr Thorn, he wrote that I should only pack the necessities. I should leave clothes, shoes, underwear, and other stuff at home because I wouldn’t need them. He’d bought everything, and if something was missing, I should just tell him, and he’d take care of it.
My heart rate increased, and I smiled stupidly, watching myself in the mirror. I had no idea what to pack because, as a perfectionist, he'd probably brought home the entire boutique and a grocery store. I had a lot of things, but none of them was important enough to take with me for a month-long sleepover with my boss. My phone ringing interrupted my thoughts, and I picked it up from the counter. It was Mr Thorn.
"Good afternoon, sir," I greeted politely, trying to sound neutral, but my joy was obvious.
"Hello, princess. Have you already moved in?" he asked, probably signing some papers because I heard the sound of a pen scratching against the surface.
"No, sir," I muttered, playing with my hair. "I don’t know what to pack." I sighed, listening to his commanding voice on the other side as he barked orders at someone.
"Take your favourite stuffed animal, and you’re good," he replied softly, which was in huge contrast with his previous tone. I rolled my eyes, imagining some young girl who was shaking in fear because of his intimidating tone. I knew the feeling I was in her shoes recently, and it wasn't exactly a pleasant experience.
"You’re my favourite animal in bed, sir," I teased, biting my index finger and waiting for his reaction. I heard the chair creaking under his weight when he leaned into his seat and chuckled, sending shivers down my spine. I so wanted him to pin me to the mattress and fuck me.
"When I get back, you’ll meet the beast," he stated playfully, and I grinned. I liked this little game.
"Promises, promises," I whined, pouting at myself in the mirror. "But when will you come back?" I inquired, encouraged by the hundreds of miles between us. He couldn’t smack my ass or come up with a different punishment for my slightly bratty behaviour. I should have been polite and respectful, but I wasn’t in the mood for it. Provoking him was much more fun.
"Don’t tempt me, princess," he warned me, and I giggled. "Or I’ll be there in a few hours to teach you how to speak with me."
I licked my lips, and my pussy clenched. His words had an intense effect on me. In my mind, I was already on my knees, taking him deep into my mouth.
"That’s just an empty threat, sir." I sighed theatrically, smirking at my foolishness.
"Empty threats?" He raised his voice, and I bit my lip to stop the raucous laughter that wanted to escape. It felt good to tease him, even when I knew I’d pay the price for it later. "You really want me to spank that attitude out of you," he grumbled, and the sound made my body quiver in anticipation.
"Maybe?" I muttered. My cheeks flushed red, and I was glad he couldn’t see my embarrassment. It was the first time I actually acknowledged that I liked him punishing me.
"Maybe? I’m sure of it," he stated confidently. "And I’ll give you exactly what you want."
"What do you mean, sir?" I burst out, afraid that he would give me some insane assignment. I still had a vivid memory imprinted in my brain of taking a photo of my pussy in the office.
