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It’s not because I’m worried about bumping into her. I’m worried for her. The longer we go, playing this ridiculous dance, the more I just want to pounce on Cindy and devour her. I never did get a chance to taste that sweet pussy of hers, but just imagining it makes me harder than ever. Since I came on her that night, I’ve resorted to using my hands, but it’s not the same.

What I need right now is the chance to blow off some steam. Looking through my phone, I go back to the calendar app, relief pouring in as I stare at the appointments. It doesn't look like she’s messed it up again, which means I have just enough time to hit the office gym before going back.

Stepping up to the glass, I look in, deciding what machine I want to start on first. Instead of finding the free weights, my eyes drift to a familiar figure jogging on the treadmill. I don’t know where she got that hideous workout outfit, but Cindy makes it look way better than it should. She looks like some eighties reject in her bodysuit with matching leg warmers. I would find the whole thing hilarious if I wasn’t so fixated on her ass.

With every step she takes her butt moves and jiggles in a way that makes me want to tear in there and spank it, making it wiggle in a completely different way. Other men are in the gym as well, and several of them stare at her, their own machines going nearly untouched. They do just enough to make it look like they are working out, but we all know why they’re there.

Even John, who I’m sure has never been to a gym in his life, sits off to the side, curling some weights as his eyes travel the length of her body. This will not do. The longer they stare, the more my vision starts to blur. They don’t even stand a chance of giving her what she needs, and yet they are looking at her like they would give her the world.

Cindy doesn’t need the world. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want it. If she allowed herself a moment to consider, what she needs and wants is me. It has been, ever since high school. I just wish I knew why she was so afraid of her desires. She has to know I would never judge her for them. Hell, mine are probably more dark and disturbed than even she can imagine.

I watch her through the glass, staring at her like the other men, but the main difference is, at the end of all this, she’ll be coming home with me. Not these puerile, prepubescent wannabes. John especially. If he ever got his hands on her, he would dote on her, give her what she wants, then leave, breaking her heart. I’ve seen it happen on several occasions. He toys with his women, lulling them into thinking there can be more, but there never is.

She slows down the machine and walks for a few moments until it grinds to a halt. Pulling away from the glass, I wait until she’s past my window before watching again. Is she going to just shower? Or is she going to pleasure herself where I can’t watch? It would be just like her to find another loophole, another way of doing something I don't want her to do.

Settling in one of the nearby chairs, I pull out a newspaper, making sure it covers my face. It won’t do me any good for her to see me like this. She’s already skittish around me; how much worse will that be when she finds out that I stalk her almost every waking moment? At least she doesn’t know about the cameras and hacking. That would drive her away even faster.

I know every dark secret of hers. I know her spending problems. I know her vices. She tries to hide it from the world, to give them a view of herself that’s pristine and without fault, but I know the real Cindy, and that’s what makes me love her, crave her even more. Does she really think some paltry bills are anything for someone like me? If only she humbled herself and asked me. All of her problems could disappear with a snap of my fingers.

Pulling the paper down, I watch as she leaves the gym, her bag barely even zipped. Clothes stick out at all angles, just as messy and disheveled as she is. She tries to hide it behind the new clothes I got her, but deep down, she’s fractious and unkempt. A pair of panties slips out of the bag without her knowing it, and I shake my head. If only she had taken a little extra time, things like this wouldn’t happen.

I wait for her to disappear around the corner before picking them up and putting them into my pocket. I’ll teach her to remember her personal items. My lips curl up into a grin as I slide my fingers along the smooth satin.

Smile still etched on my face, I go back upstairs to work, the panties burning a hole in my pocket. On the one hand, I want to go by Cindy’s desk and drop them in her lap, letting her deal with it in front of everyone. The other part of me wants to fuck with her mind a bit. She’ll have to do her laundry at some point. Then, she’ll wonder where they are.

Oh, I’m sure her mind will fill in the blanks with all sorts of scenarios, but I’m willing to bet that I won’t be one of them. She’ll probably think she dropped them somewhere, and some stranger picked them up. How mortifying will that be for her? My brain goes through every action and reaction, looking for the best way to torment her with this. I don’t even realize how much time has passed until all the other workers begin to file out, Cindy included.

Once they’re gone, I pull down my blinds and lock the door. With work out of the way, I can put my plan into action. As per her list, she has to clean my office. What would be better than finding her underwear just sitting on my desk? Grinning, I pull them out of my pocket and bring them up to my nose.

I’ve never been one to want to sniff panties, but these aren’t just some random scraps of fabric. They belong to the woman I dream about, lust after. It’s not the same thing. Breathing in deep, I catch a hint of the soap she likes to use, but none of that compares to her natural scent.

Taking her deep into my lungs, I unbuckle my pants and slide my palm around my swollen cock. How many times does this make? Soon, I’ll have to find a different vessel than just my hand. Like it or not, I’ll have to claim her, squirrel her away if I have to, anything for my sanity. She’s all I can think about. If I don’t get this under control soon, I can kiss making partner goodbye.

God, she’s intoxicating. The more I see her, the more I have to have her. Images flash in front of me, all of them starring her in some lurid position. The one that pops up the most is of her bent over my desk with her skirt flipped up, just rubbing her clit at my orders. The memory of my cum dripping off of her as she orgasmed yet again plays out in my mind as my balls tighten.

With a long, loud groan, I slide the panties over the head of my cock, jizzing in them instead of the tissues I usually use. I sit there for a long moment, staring at the fabric stained with my cum. What the hell have I become?

CHAPTER 15

Cynthia

Dinner is tense tonight. Every so often, Ryan and Brittany look over at me, sympathy in their eyes. I know they’ve been talking about me, but I haven’t heard any of the conversations. It’s almost too much to deal with. On the one hand, I have Daniel, who’s overbearing and taxing, and on the other, I have Ryan and Brittany looking at me like I’m a charity case.

Things at work just keep getting worse, and I know all I have to do is give in. If I give Daniel what he wants, I’m sure everything will go back to normal. I can’t talk to my friends about this; they would probably make me quit. At the very least, they’ll probably report him, and I don’t want that either.

Would it really be so bad to just give in? True, he already shattered my heart, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t change? Then again, if I submit to him, what if something goes wrong at work? Then where will we be? No matter what, the job will come first. It will always come first. Isn’t that what he proved to me the night he left me at winter formal? What the hell am I thinking? Of course he can’t change. If he could, he wouldn’t be that same bully I fell for in high school.

“Cindy?”

Glancing up, I look back over at Ryan and Brittany, their eyes locked onto me. “I’m sorry. I must have missed that. What’s the question?”

Ryan smirks and hugs Brittany close. “What she was asking was, what are your plans for Christmas?”

“Oh. I don’t know. I really didn’t think about that. We have a week off beforehand, but I didn’t make any plans.”

Again, they exchange that secretive, knowing smile. “Want to have some fun with us? There’s an awesome winter getaway that I think you’ll just love. It’s for Dominants and submissives. Who knows, maybe you’ll find someone there?”

Looking down at the crumbs on my plate, I let my brain wander again. Maybe if I got over this obsession and found someone new, it would make everything better. Daniel’s face swims into view, and I can’t help the guilty feelings assailing me, but this is all his fault. If he hadn’t been such an asshole, it might have been us together instead of some random man at a winter get-together.