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After Brent had dismissed me, I’d been so turned on I could feel the wet patch in my panties. I had held out until I arrived home and got myself off to the thought of him. Twice.
Once with my hand in my panties, rubbing my own clit until an orgasm had shattered me. It hadn’t been enough. I had wanted more, and the second time I had taken a waterproof toy into the shower and soaped myself up, taking my sweet time to draw it out until I’d cried out in pleasure when I’d orgasmed again.
I had needed to take the edge off, and it had worked—but barely.
This morning, I could think clearly again. I was gearing up for battle. Brent made it sound like I wouldn’t be able to handle him. Well, I would show him what kind of woman I was. I wanted to be irresistible. I wanted him to struggle to hold on to his control before he lost it completely. It was all fun and games as long as he thought he was in charge, but in a sexual relationship between a man and a woman, the woman was in charge. I would show him who was boss.
I had the pussy, after all.
Finally, I decided on a black A-line skirt that hit me midthigh. It showed off my legs beautifully, but it was easy to push up over my ass and I could spread my legs in it farther than in a pencil skirt. I was dirty for thinking about my clothes that way, but I couldn’t help it. I was going to the office today as a piece of ass for Brent. And I loved it.
I settled on a light blue blouse with the skirt, and again I didn’t button it up all the way. I had a sheer black bra underneath my shirt that didn’t hide anything at all, and I didn’t put on the matching panties. Instead, I folded them and put them in my handbag, then left my apartment for work. I felt daring and sexy without my panties on. If a gust of wind lifted my skirt now, I would give the world a show. It was a risk I was willing to take for Brent.
When I arrived in the office, I greeted Margaret as usual. She only glanced at me after saying good morning without commenting on my outfit. Was it too much? I didn’t care. I walked past Joe’s office. He was at his desk, and he grinned at me when I passed. No one in the office knew my dirty secret but me and Brent. It made me feel naughty. I loved that I was doing this, that I walked through the office the same as everyone else but had an ulterior motive.
Before taking care of Brent’s coffee, files, and mail, I slipped into his office and left my panties folded on his desk. This was my answer.
I left the office again, closing the door behind me, and went about my business. I was painfully aware of my bare pussy and how wet I was after I had left Brent his gift. I shivered with pleasure as I thought of his reaction when he found it.
Brent arrived at the office, his nose in his files again. He walked past me without greeting me and walked to his office. I sat behind my desk and wondered what the hell was up with him. Sometimes he could get in such weird moods.
I sat down and started working. It would only be a matter of time before he called me in. I could wait.
It took a full hour before Brent called me in to come see him. I stood and walked into his office.
“Lock the door, Rena,” he said. His voice was gravelly, and a shiver ran down my spine. The way he looked at me when I turned melted me into a puddle of desire. I was so wet, I couldn’t help myself. I walked toward the seat opposite Brent, but he motioned with his head for me to come around the table. He had never done this before. I swallowed and did as he asked. When I stood next to him, Brent looked up at me with impossibly blue eyes. He put his hand on my thigh, and my breath hitched in my throat. Slowly, he slid his hand upward. My breathing was fast and shallow as he slid his hand higher and higher. I tipped my head back and closed my eyes.
When Brent touched my pussy, I gasped softly. He ran his finger along my pussy lips slowly, torturously, before he pushed his fingers into my slit. He flicked my clit once, and I swallowed hard, trying not to lose it right away. My legs trembled. How long had I been waiting for this? His fingers were sure; he knew exactly what he was doing.
I opened my legs wider, giving him space. Brent slid his fingers up and down my slit once or twice more before he pushed a finger into me. I moaned and this time it was louder than before. I swallowed the sound, trying to keep it down.
