Page 56 of Overtime

I measure my own success in life by how peaceful I feel inside. You know that saying money can’t buy you happiness? Well, I think it’s right.

And at this moment my peace has been disturbed by a night of intense sex.

I practically run out the front doors, feeling so anxious that the guys may now think of me as this weakling.

I suck in the fresh air deeply and wait. The country air smells different from the city, where all manner of sensory tastes and sounds assault me at every moment. Out here, all I sense is fresh grass, trees, and wildflowers.

The town car is not here yet, and I have a moment to just relax and to breathe in the air that still smells and tastes like rain. The grass is still wet, and yet the clouds have cleared and the night sky has opened up.

I can see the stars out here, and it’s wonderful. This is not a view you get in the city.

The car shows up, and I get in. It’s a long and quiet ride back to the city. I enjoy being out in the country, but again the night’s events are just rolling over again in my mind.

Who am I? Have I no strength? How can I just succumb like that?

I hope the guys don’t think me as powerless.

The rain-drenched streets of the city are slick, and they look inky black. The car pulls up to my place, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Thanks, Aaron,” I say to the driver and he speeds away.

I walk up the old creaky stairs to my place and the familiarity relaxes me. I push open the door, turn on a couple lights, and sink into the sofa.

My body feels freshly fucked, aching from limb to limb, as though I just endured quite a workout. I curl up, intending to sleep right where I am but decide first I need to have a shower.

I play some soft music and run the warm water in my little shower. I let the water soak away all my worries and fears and feelings of vulnerability.

Once I’m fresh and clean, I crawl under the covers of my duvet, naked. My wet hair is soaking the pillow, but I don’t care.

I should be happy here. It’s what I was craving for all night long, to be home in my own space. But now I have an unfamiliar rush of desire. I feel alone in this bed all by myself, and suddenly I’m wishing that Adam, Chase, and Cameron were here with me.

What could this mean?

Nicole

I walk into the office excited to see the men. Now that I’m realizing that my feelings run deeper, coming to work is less fearful and more of an event.

I stride past Tiffany and say hello before making my way to my little glass office. The day’s schedule is set up before me. I see that we’re going to be meeting with a current client.

I’m excited the guys have deemed me worthy to be present at this meeting. I am learning a lot about the political landscape by working here. And I think the guys really value my opinion—otherwise why would they let me meet with such a high-level client?

I’m more than just a sex slave, I’m someone who is on top of her game career-wise.

Then I see a couple new things on my desk. There is the familiar vibe they like for me to wear during the day and another device that I’ve never seen before. There’s a note under the playthings from Adam.

It reads, “These are for you to wear during the meeting today. We expect you to be fully prepared.”

I have to Google what the other device is. I scroll through BDSM toys until I see that they expect me to wear these…nipple clamps. So that’s what they are.

Fuck, how am I gonna hide these?

I’m wearing a pretty simple camisole, and it’s gonna be very obvious to anyone who stares at my breasts. That’s probably what the guys had in mind.

I insert the vibe, which is almost routine to me by now. And then I go to the ladies room to figure out how these damn clamps work. I lift up my shirt, open the clamp, and place it around my nipple that hardens at the touch of the cold metal.

It feels good now, but how will it feel for an entire day—especially sitting in a meeting with a client?

Still, I do my work wearing the two toys. Throughout the day the vibe buzzes several times. They always do this so that I’m built-up throughout the day, thinking only of them.

I already want to come, but I know I have a long way to go.

The meeting begins at around 11 o’clock. Couldn’t come quickly enough.

I go to the room early. I like to be on time.

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