I head to the kitchen for a refill on my morning coffee and upon my return, find the red box tied up with a nice, black bow on my chair. I think the black and red are an interesting combination and smile. Mr. Dark, Sexy and Dangerous is definitely working hard to make sure any gifts he bestows upon me are not misconstrued as romantic.
Because, as I know, he doesn’t do romance. He fucks.
And quite well, I might add.
Nevertheless, I’m eager to see what is in the red box. The black envelope tucked underneath the ribbon has my name scrolled across it in white. The small card inside has the same white script and simply reads, “Put this on. Wear it all day.”
I lift the lid and find a pair of panties. Unusual, I think, because Gage forbids panties, until I lift them out of the box. “Oh!” I drop them and run to close and lock my office door.
Back to the box. I pull the panties out again and find embedded into the crotch, a cock-shaped dildo.
Oh my.
My desk phone rings. I glance and see that it is Gage. “Hello?”
“How do you like your gift?” His voice is low and soft, seductive.
“Well, I’m a little speechless.”
“Turn on your webcam and let me watch you put it on.”
“Goodness, Gage. Here?”
“Yes. Do it, Emma.”
“Yes, Sir.”
With a couple of clicks, my webcam is on and I’m connected with Gage’s. His drop-dead sexy, devilish face looks back at me.
“Why so serious?” I ask.
“Because I’m serious about you putting on those panties.”
I roll my eyes. “I should probably clean it first, don’t you think?”
“I took care of that.”
“Oh. Well, then…” I pick up the panties and finger the dildo. “I don’t know. This is a lot smaller than what I’m used to. Do you think I’ll even feel it?” I look at him with a pouty question on my face.
“I assure you, you will feel it, Emma. We have a staff meeting in five minutes. Move it.”
“Yes, Sir.” I step into the panties and pull them up to my thighs.
“Lift your dress so that I can see.”
“Okay.” I do and wiggle the panties up closer to my hips then reach for the little cock and insert it.
“I wish I was there to help you with that, but I have to admit I like watching.”
I glance up to smirk. “Of course you do.”
He laughs. “Put it all the way in, Emma.”
I find that getting the little cock started in, and then pulling up the panties the rest of the way helps. The silicone is flexible and even though I was kidding about it being small, I love the way it makes my pussy feel full. Plus, the angle is…stimulating. “There,” I tell him. I notice there is also a little shield that fits snug against my clit.
He smiles. “How does it feel?”
“Interesting. I hope I can sit with it on.”
“You will. Wear it until we get home.”
I stare at him. “I might have to pee.”
“Well, of course.”
“Shew.”
“Oh, and Emma?”
“Yes.”
“One more thing.” He picks up his smart phone. “It does this.”
He slides his finger across the phone and immediately the play cock inside me starts to vibrate. Crickets! Then I watch Gage tap-tap-tap the phone and the little nub sitting at my clit also vibrates. Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Oh! God, Gage!”
He gives me that half-serious, devilish smile again. “I’ll see you in the conference room in two minutes.” Then he gets up and shuts off his cam. The vibrating stops.
Dammit! I have to wear this thing and discuss our new security policy with him and that remote control in the room?
No time to think. I grab my folder and planner and make my way toward the conference room, all the while feeling deliciously sexy and wicked knowing that I’m wearing panties that could explode at any second.
Nothing like a damn ticking clock.
****
The conference room holds exactly fourteen people. Six chairs on one side of the table, six on the other. One chair at the head, and another at the foot. I find myself in the awkward position of being the last person to arrive to the meeting, thus sitting in the only chair left in the room—at the foot, opposite Gage at the head.
Not to mention this is my very first staff meeting and most of the folks here I have yet to meet. I’m assuming they are all upper management, and all report to Gage—like me. Well, I hope not like me in all ways.
I smile and take the seat, slowly easing myself down and perching on the edge until I see how this contraption in my pussy is going to feel. Okay, all right. It’s flexible. Full. Sexy.
Decadent.
So far so good. Still, I sit close to the edge, cross my legs.
Gage leads the meeting.
First order of business: He introduces me to those I haven’t met and everyone does a quick round of introductions. Gage asks me to share a little about myself and I’m very brief. After all, there is not a lot to share professionally. I explain I’ve just graduated with my MBA, and I’m looking forward to learning from all of them in my first professional experience.
I glance from face to face and smile, and am happy to see a few smiles back, along with a few blank faces. I relax a little until Gage gives me a brief jolt to my clit.
“Um!” I jump a little. “I’m just so excited to be here.”
I look at Gage. He gives me that damn smile back. “We are all excited you are here, Ms. Lavender. I’m sure you will bring a lot of fresh ideas and youthful exuberance to our company.”
I glance about the room and wonder if any of them realize what is going on between Gage and me. “Thank you, Mr. Parker.”
He stares at me.
I bite my lip. “Sir.”
He half-smiles and sits back. “Okay, on with the rest of the agenda.”
I check off each agenda item as it passes and am beginning to breathe a sigh of relief as we near the end of the meeting. My name or the security policy is not on the agenda, so I am assuming Gage has decided to hold off talking about that until next time.
Then I hear him say, “One additional item.” My head jerks up, and I connect with his eyes. “Ms. Lavender is going to brief us on the new proposed security policy.”
I shuffle my notes. “Yes. Let me just…”
Gage delivers another quick jolt to my clit. Dammit. Can he pinpoint which part of these magic panties he controls?
I ignore best I can and figure the thing to do is talk fast and get this over with.
“Yes.” I glance up, not at Gage. “Due to some recent issues with non-staff and guests wandering up to the twenty-second floor, plus the recent nationwide concerns of random acts of terrorism and workplace shootings, a new security system has been installed on this floor, which provides us with a secure floor no one can enter without a key card. Key cards will be delivered to all staff this afternoon with instructions.”
My gaze skims Gage, and I notice him fiddling with his phone. Crap.
Suddenly, my anus feels warm. Very warm. Then a soft purring vibration tickles me in that area. Can anyone hear that?
I split the stack of papers I have into two and hand one to my right, the other to my left. “The policy is going around the table. You’ll see that we have decided to prepare some protocol concerning how guests or visitors will be admitted to the floor, when needed. We think a short meeting later this afternoon with all corporate staff will be sufficient to share the details.”
The warmth and vibration spreads from my anus to my vagina. I squirm a little in my seat. So far, I can handle this.
“We have also included protocol concerning when staff can and cannot use their key cards, and the details about the change-over from our old security system.”
More heat. Increased vibration running laps from my anus to my clit. Good golly…
“If you please,” I pant a little and then reach for the glass of water in front of me and take a sip, trying to center myself before moving on, “if you could take a moment to review these brief paragraphs and the steps involved, then let me know if you have questions, or if you think of an issue we have not addressed. I can still make changes before the meeting if necessary.”
I’m not sure anything I am saying is making sense.
The twelve of them begin to read over the information. I look at Gage, who isn’t. His gaze is locked on me and his finger poised over his smart phone lying flat on the table. Look at me, he mouths.
I do. His finger swipes at the cell phone screen.
The heat everywhere intensifies. My eyes flutter closed and then open back up. The vibrating cock kicks up a notch. Then more. I cross my legs tighter and clench. Still sitting on the edge of the seat, I attempt to press my foot into the floor in order to control my shaking leg.
The bud of an orgasm builds inside me. I look at Gage and mouth, Please.
Then he hits my clit and the intensity of the vibrations increase. I’m one tremoring mass of flesh, and all I want is to close my eyes and come. I can’t believe how powerful and quick the orgasmic sensations are building inside me.
He swipes again and everything—heat, vibrations, penetration—increases.
I slap my planner shut and blurt out, “Chicken!”
Gage pushes something on the phone and all sensation ceases. Every staff member looks my way. Panting, I glance at my watch, and the words rush out. “It’s almost lunch time and I hear there is an incredible chicken dish in the restaurant today. Since I’m the new kid on the block, lunch is on me. Enjoy and get back with me about the policy by two o’clock.”
I stand on shaking legs and begin to make my way to the door.
“Ms. Lavender, stop.” Gage says. “Everyone else enjoy your lunch. Now.”
I stand perfectly still, on the edge of implosion. They all file out quickly, likely accustomed to Gage’s now order. I’m sure they all assume I am in some kind of trouble. Gage follows behind them and locks the one door to the room.
“Oh, my God, Gage!”
He shoots me a dangerously sexy look and swipes his cell phone again. Everything is back ten-fold. My panties are holding me captive. I’m surprised at the warm and delightful sensations in my butt—which is an area I’ve always shied away from during sex, and I find, shockingly, that I enjoy.
Gage reaches for his belt, unbuttons and unzips his fly, and drops his pants to the floor. I’m suddenly grateful for a windowless room.
“On your knees and come sit before me, Emma.”
I take a step and he says, “Stop.” I halt, watching his face. He’s in serious mode.
“Let me rephrase. On your knees, Emma, then come to me and sit here.” He points at the floor in front of his feet.
“Yes, Sir.” I drop to my knees where I am. He continues to point to the floor. I start to get up.
“On your knees. Crawl, Emma.”
“Oh.” I get it now. On all fours, I crawl toward him. This act adjusts the angle of the cock in my panties and shifts the vibrations. My thighs quiver a little. I reach him and sit on my heels.
“Face up. Look at me. Hands palm up on your thighs.”
I comply, still peering up.
“Good girl.” He strokes my hair. “Stay right like that. Don’t move or talk. I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
I have no time to process that. Gage grabs my hair. “Suck me, Emma,” he growls. His grabbing and tugging turns me on. His cock is in my mouth. He is big and swollen and velvet-soft. He is wet and tastes like cum. I wonder if he’s been sitting there with a hard-on since we got into the room. Playing with himself under the table? Gage groans and pumps into my mouth. I suck and swirl my tongue over the tender places of his glans, as best I can. His mission is to pump hard and get off, I think.
He bumps the back of my throat, and I fight the reflex to gag by concentrating on the fact that I am pleasing him, as well as the other sensations building in my pelvis, that are pleasing me. I pant out breaths around his cock as he increases his stride, and I squeeze him hard with the insides of my cheeks and my lips. I really want to squeeze myself down lower to keep from coming. Insignificant high-pitched sounds peal from my throat, and Gage must realize it’s about all I can take.
He pulls out and takes his cock into his own hands. “Stay still, Emma. Don’t move. Face up. There.”
He jerks off and I watch. I want to touch my clit but keep my hands where they are as instructed. His face contorts with pleasure-pain.
“Ahh…” He grasps my head with his left hand and shudders. His cum squirts on my face. Warm, hot, on my lips, my cheeks. I rake my tongue over my lower lip and catch a drop. Salty. My body is overrun with sensation.
“Come, Emma,” he huffs out. He is still slowly jerking at his cock.
I close my eyes for only a second and let the sensations take over. I picture myself at his knees with his cum dripping down my face. I feel wicked-hot and sexy. When the orgasm hits, it knocks me off my knees and I slip backward on my butt, clutching at the panties. “Off!” I shout. “Chick-en!” The vibrations are too intense and my clit too swollen from all of the fucking and coming this week.
Gage slaps at the phone and everything ceases. I groan and roll into my side. He pulls me up off the floor and holds me. His hand goes to my pussy and cups me, squeezing and applying pressure. “It’s okay, Emma,” he says. “I have you.”
My body hums to a gentle stop although I jerk then and again, and I realize how much I love having Gage’s big, strong hand cup and hold the most feminine part of me. I look up at him. “I am yours.”
Something in my heart warms and gives me a little hope when he says, “You are mine, Emma. Mine.” He squeezes my pussy harder. “This too.” Then he kisses me softly.
“I have cum on my face.”
He chuckles. “That you do. I’ll clean you up.”
“All right.” My breathing is starting to slow.
“Can you stand?”
I nod.
Gage pulls a handkerchief out of his jacket pocket and gently swipes it over my face, dabbing up his fluid. Then he cleans himself off too, pulls his pants up and fastens them, and shoves the now folded, used handkerchief into his pocket. “There’s a small restroom there,” he points across the room. “Check your face.”
I head that way and find some towelettes and even real wash cloths and hand towels. Within a few minutes, I’ve fixed my face. Good enough, anyway, until I can get to my makeup.
“Oh Gage?” I step out of the bathroom.
“Hm?” He’s fiddling with his phone again. “You’re buying everyone lunch, you know.” I cock a brow and give him a saucy smile.
He glances up with a look of surprise, and then his face breaks into the widest grin I think I’ve ever seen. “Of course.”
“Good. And one more thing. Permission to remove these damn panties?”
His smile then turns quite serious. “Absolutely not. The day is young.”
I sigh. “Yes, Sir.”
He picks up his phone and fiddles with it. Looking up, he says, “I slowed the vibrations down somewhat. Let’s get lunch.”
Oh hell. It’s going to be a long day. I smile.
****
I didn’t find out if the hotel restaurant actually had a new chicken dish for lunch today. Gage and I drive across town to a Mexican restaurant. Small, but incredibly crowded. We wait a short while, then find a table near a window.
“Must be a good place,” I say.
Gage pushes up my seat behind me. “Best chili rellenos in town. I hope you like authentic and spicy.”
“Love it. What will you get?”
“The rellenos, of course. We can split an order. The portions are large.”
“Absolutely. And I’d love a Diet Coke.”
“Consider it done.”
Our server came and went, and Gage
pulled out his phone and made a few swipes. He studies me for a few minutes. “You looked very pretty and sexy today, Emma, during our meeting.”
I don’t know why, but I am a bit taken aback by that. I suppose I always knew Gage was attracted to me. Why else would he move me into his condo and want to fuck me? But I’m not sure he has ever told me I am pretty before now.
Or sexy.
“Thank you.” My cheeks warm. “The meeting was a little, um, electrifying.” I smile and take a sip of my water.
“Your cheeks flush a pretty pink and your eyelashes flutter when you are getting ready to come. Did you know that?” He leans back in his chair, his long legs outstretched, casually watching me. I quickly glance about to see how many people are within earshot, then to him. “Watch me, Emma,” he says on a deep, sexy breath. “I’m the only person you need to pay attention to.”
I smile back. “Yes, Sir.”
For the longest moment, he stares into my eyes. “I like the way my cock looks in your mouth.”
Some women might not think that statement a compliment, but I love it. To know I can please him that way is sexy and makes me hot. I want to squirm in my seat, and Gage isn’t even touching a button. I don’t want to talk. I just want to listen to him talk. The lure of his voice is so damn seductive.
He sits up and leans forward. “Your cheeks hollow out and your lips plump up with the friction. It turns me on to have you on your knees at my feet, the only parts of our bodies touching is your lips and my dick.” He pauses. “Of course, tangling my hands in your hair and holding your face still while I fuck your mouth is fucking mind-blowing.”
I jerk a little. Gage leans forward and whispers. “Emma, I haven’t touched the vibrator. Are you going to come for me anyway?”
I blink. “I, uh, I don’t think I can.”
“Really? I think you can. Lean up and sit near the edge of the chair. It’s hard wood and won’t give. Should give you plenty of leverage. Open your legs.”
I glance toward the next table.
“Emma, look at me. I want to see your pretty face.”
“Yes, Sir.” I follow his instructions. I scoot and spread.
“I’m sure that cock up your pussy is warm and wet by now. Can you feel it inside of you, Emma? Can you rock it against your G-spot? I think if you press hard enough into the seat and roll your pelvis back and forth a little, you will come right here.”
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