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It was a slip of the tongue. They both knew the reason why she had uttered the wrong word. He brought down the final blow.
“Ten, sir. Thank you!”
“Very good, Casey,” said Rob. “That was a hard lesson for you. You can stand up now.”
Catching her breath, Casey rose up and let her skirt fall back down. She took the cards from his outstretched hand. “I should file these, sir,” she said carefully. “File them away.”
“Yes, you should, Casey. Out of sight, out of mind.”
As she bent over to reclaim her knickers, the clock on the mantelpiece struck six. The chimes echoed around the room, and she stood and turned to face Rob. The pair faced each other, eyes resting on eyes, and there was a pause as the final chime felt silent.
“Well, Casey?” he murmured. “Lessons are over,” he reminded her. Drawing her into his arms, he kissed her lips. “Have you thought about it? Moving in with me? Being my full-time personal assistant?”
“I have, Rob, and the answer is yes,” she said with a sweet smile as she let her knickers slip out of her fingers.
“Excellent.” He was delighted with their progress. “Let’s poke that fire some more. Yes?”
“Please, Rob,” she murmured.
His foot shifted between hers, knocking them gently apart. A wedge was in place to encourage her to open up to him. If she was ashamed by her wetness, she did nothing to hide it from his probing fingers. The heel of his palm pushed up against her mound while his middle finger explored the state of her interior. The pressure from his hand alone caused her to clench about his exploratory finger.
“Wait,” he instructed as her tightness drew him in deeper.
Her feet stomped in obvious frustration as he reached round to find strands of hair to wrap about his other hand. Tilting her head up, he touched her lips with his as if to kiss her. When she parted her mouth for him, in much the same way her legs opened up wider, and he chuckled at her. Her lower lip quivered as Rob tightened his grip on her hair. Below, he began to rub slowly and methodically with a cupped hand. She leaked copiously onto his fingers, and he pressed his erection against her hip so she could feel his response.
Casey gasped when he yanked her head further back. Ignoring her offered lips, he lowered his own to brush against her exposed neck, inhaling her tantalising scent. Up to that point, her hands had been gripping the edge of the desk behind her in a futile effort to hold her body immobile. Now she brought them to her front and sliding them between the two nestling bodies, she was seeking out his shirt buttons. Rob could feel her fingers frantically moving against his belly. The stiff buttons were not budging for her trembling hands.
Rob’s lips made contact right next to her jugular, and he sucked on her taut skin. The pinch of his mouth on her neck was strong, and she pushed up on to her tiptoes as he drew her closer. Her hands then gave up on the task of unbuttoning his shirt. Instead they rested on his chest, gently clawing at him. He liked the way her long fingernails scraped through the fabric onto his skin.
The precision of his thrusting finger combined with his rubbing palm was too much for her. He had found the familiar spongy spot buried inside her with accuracy and targeted it with a vigorous action. Her legs crumbled first, then her knees buckled, and he needed to hold her up by embracing her quivering body with his own. The shrill muted noises Casey made as she achieved her orgasm thrilled him, and Rob was now seriously uncomfortable. His swollen cock, imprisoned by his attire, was keen to be released.
He withdrew his finger from her drenched pussy and wiped his hand on her inner thigh. The small act of cleansing caused her to smile: a sleepy grin of contentment. Rob knew he had to collect his faculties as they were not finished.
“Let’s continue this someplace more comfortable, shall we?” suggested Rob.
As they left the room, Rob glanced back and noticed her abandoned knickers lying on the floor by the table. Such an untidy creature, he thought. He decided he would deal with that matter on another occasion.
Chapter Three: Tidying Up
“Well, Casey,” began Rob, “I’ve hidden six pairs of your panties around the house. Find them for me.”
“My knickers?” queried Casey.
Now Casey knew Rob liked to play games, but she seriously wondered what went on in his head sometimes. She opened her mouth to say something and thought better of it.
“Alright,” she said and then added as an afterthought, “sir.”
The clock had only just struck eight in the evening, and she had found him in the drawing room in his high backed leather chair, reading the newspaper with his legs crossed and resting on a small footstool. The fireplace was bare as the evening was warm. As requested, she was wearing her shortest skirt and a cropped t-shirt. She felt barely covered in any direction. Currently she was wearing no knickers—another one of his abrupt requests.
“When you have found each pair, you will put them on,” said Rob, without moving his eyes from the column of words he was reading.
“What! All of them,” she said with a gaping mouth. Again, she backtracked quickly, his eye had raised up from the paper. “Sir.”
“Try the bedroom first,” he suggested. “Like a treasure hunt.”
When he had found the time to hide her knickers was beyond her. She believed he never left his study some days. Not entirely true, for she was sent out on errands, so it was feasible for him to set up things in her absence.
The bedroom had as its centrepiece the four-poster bed. No drapes or canopy, but bare framed and almost clinical in style. The rest of the room had nothing but a couple of chairs and a tallboy chest of drawers. The walk-in closet was where they dressed and she did her make-up. Walking around the bed, she peered underneath, and there, neatly laid out was a pale pink thong. She picked it up and gave it a sniff. Laundry fresh. At least he had not raided the laundry basket. She slipped on the thong, grateful for a least some coverage. As she did a tiny piece of paper slipped out of the fabric. Block letters in Rob’s handwriting were clearly legible.
