He kissed and nibbled her for a while, and she ran her fingers through his short hair, moaning as he stimulated her. Then, placing the toy in his mouth, he sucked it and made it wet before pressing the smooth surface to the entrance of her slit, applying it gently. Her breasts were rising and falling as he slowly inserted it, her breathing deep and heavy. With a gentle sucking sound, it finally entered her.
“Oh wow,” she said in a husky voice. “That feels nice. Come on. I want to try it.”
Picking up his phone, he typed in a simple message. “Imagine my fingers inside you.” A second later, her eyes went wide and she giggled. “More! More!”
He entered a few messages, each one longer than before, and she started to laugh, her mouth opening in a startled O shape. “That’s fantastic! God! I could play with this all day!” She scrabbled for her own phone and started to type frantically, then looked frustrated when nothing happened.
“Ah ah,” he said, standing up and waving his phone before her. “This is the master device. I’m the one who gets to control it, not you.”
“You bastard!” she howled, and leaped from the bed, trying to grab hold of his arm. He easily kept her at bay, moving from side to side as she danced around him, stabbing at the screen of his phone. Suddenly, she doubled up and fell back onto the bed, her legs pulled up and her toes curling.
“Oh God, oh fucking sweet Jesus,” she moaned. “Again! Do it again!”
He continued to text her, and each time the screen of her phone flashed she let out another groan. Her nimble fingers were playing with her clitoris now, and her orgasm quickly built up. Daniel’s erection became harder as the two of them played and he knelt on the bed, his shaft hanging beside her head so that she could suck him while she masturbated with one hand, he sending her messages all the time.
Lying back on the bed, exhausted before she even began the day, Kris asked: “How long do the batteries last on this thing?”
Daniel’s grin was positively evil as he patted her on her belly, his touch warm against her skin. “I have absolutely no idea. I intend to find out today.” He gave her a gentle shove against her hips. “Come on. Time for work.”
On her way to Hardy, Briskin and Sorrell, walking up Farringdon Road at one point she felt a buzz inside her and had to stop and lean against a wall, suddenly light headed. Pulling out her phone, she read the message: “Just testing.” Her vagina was now so sensitive that even the slightest activation meant she couldn’t walk and so she texted him back: “Don’t! I’m not even at my desk yet.”
She was grateful that Daniel at least had the decency to let her get to the office. She was somewhat flushed as she sat down, placing the phone in front of her so that at least she could get the minimum of warnings should her tormentor decide to play. As Jenny was passing by her desk, she paused and said: “Good night?”
“What do you mean?” asked Kris, a little more confused than normal.
By way of reply, the other woman pointed at her neck. Frowning, Kris went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. In her annoyance, she realised that some of her foundation had smudged, revealing a dark rose against her skin. As she was reaching into her bag for more makeup, she felt a vibrating shock and had to grip the basin, waiting for it to pass and wondering how the hell she was going to make it through the day.
Drying herself but not daring—nor wanting—to remove the toy inside her, she returned to her desk and took a seat gingerly. Picking up her phone, she read: “Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.” The text made her smile, and she was intrigued what it meant. Typing the words into her computer, she brought up the Song of Solomon. It was, she thought, very Daniel—but she also noted with horror that there were over a hundred lines of verse. Surely he didn’t mean to...
And then her vagina clenched again around the vibrating toy.
It was just her luck that today there was a meeting with Ronald Briskin, one of the eponymous founders of the firm for which she worked. Because, among other things, it involved the Chiado account she had been called in to participate. When Mark called through on her desk phone to summon her, she started to suggest that perhaps she wasn’t really required after all, just being a junior secretary.
“I thought you wanted this task,” he said testily. “Aren’t you the only person who’s really capable of understanding this client?”
Again the infernal drone down below. She gritted her teeth, but could not prevent a small gasp escaping her lips. “Yes,” was all she managed to say at last.
“What on earth is wrong with you? Get a grip. In any case, we’re in the meeting room in five minutes.”
Placing the receiver down, she picked up her mobile. “A bundle of myrrh is my well-beloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts.” Great. He was barely through the first section.
Entering the meeting room, she was grateful for a few minutes of respite from her lover’s game which had at least allowed her to navigate from her desk to the meeting room. Never in her life had she paid so much attention to the simple act of walking, and the requirement to place one foot before another took up all her concentration. She was aware of the heat emanating from her face, and realised that she must have looked flushed.
“Are you alright, my dear?” Looking up, she stared directly at the man across from her at the oval table, sitting to the right of Mark Travis, but her eyes were unable to focus on him for a few seconds. She saw a distinguished man, well-dressed with silvery-grey hair, and his eyes expressed concern.
“Yes, Mister Briskin. I’m sorry, I think I just have a bit of a tummy upset. Something I ate last night didn’t entirely agree with me, I think.”
That was when the next bolt hit her and she clamped her thighs together and bit her lips, closing her eyes for one second.
“Ms Avelar seems to be delicate quite a lot recently.” Mark’s sarcasm was clear but Ronald Briskin did not appear to hear it, or chose not to respond. Instead, he asked in a quiet voice: “You’ll be okay for the meeting, though? I understand you’ve made a lot of progress with our Portuguese clients.”
“Kris is half-Portuguese,” explained Jenny, who was seated next to her. “It’s turned into an unexpected boon—made them much more open with us.”
“I’m very glad to hear that.” Ronald was smiling, and he turned his grey-blue eyes back to Kris. “As such, I’m very pleased that you are able to join us today, and hope you don’t feel too beleaguered during the meeting.”
“Me neither, sir,” Kris replied. Buzz. Fuck!
Kris was extremely glad that she was no longer trusted by Mark to be his PA as getting through the minutes would have been excruciating. As it was, she had to shift on her seat a couple of times, squirming slightly and unable to concentrate on a single word that was said.
After matters arising, the next item on the agenda was Chiado Shipping.
“We’re looking for a suitable return on investments in this one,” Mark was explaining. “Particularly as in the past week they have appeared to choose us as their favoured client.” His eyes flashed towards Kris as he spoke, the antagonism clear across his face.
“For which we should perhaps formally note our thanks to Ms Avelar,” said Ronald. “What do you have to say to that Kris?” Now his attention was on her.
At that moment, there was a long, oscillating movement inside her. She could feel the damn thing moving from side to side.
“Oh God!” she moaned.
The room went silent. Realising that she had closed her eyes, she opened them suddenly and saw Ronald looking at her in surprise. “I’m sorry,” she said quickly, her face reddening even more. “A slip of the tongue. I’m sorry to sound so gauche. I was just so taken aback that you’ve noticed my work, sir.”
He smiled at this, but also wagged his finger at her in mock warning. “False modesty may be considered a virtue, young lady, but for someone such as yourself it is a false one.” Then he winked at her. Good
God! Was he flirting with her?
Another throb, thankfully shorter this time.
“Yes,” she whispered, just about managing to keep her focus ahead of her. Her biggest concern now was that she could feel her knickers starting to soak—much more of this and she would wet herself in front of all these people. The thought of that humiliation, strangely, brought almost as much excitement as the device inside her.
“They want us to visit in a couple of weeks.” Jenny’s voice sounded distant somehow, even though she was sitting next to Kris. “We’ve had a couple of conference calls, but some face-to-face time will help us extract maximum leverage. Kris has been very useful. I recommend that she comes with us to Lisbon.”
“And what do you say to that Kris?” It was Ronald, beaming as he looked at her.
“That would be... Oh! Fantastic.” Her final word was breathed out with a hushed excitement that appeared unusual in the light of a business trip. Ronald raised one eyebrow.
“If only all our staff were enthusiastic about the opportunities presented by Hardy, Briskin and Sorrell, eh Mark?”
“If only,” Mark responded dourly.
“So... Kris.” Ronald leaned forward slightly, his arms resting on the table in front of him. “Chiado represents additional possibilities of working with Stone Enterprises. What do you say to that?”
“Ms Avelar is hardly involved in strategic decisions made in this office,” Mark began to protest, but Ronald raised his hand, his imperious manner indicating that he would brook no interruption at this point.
“I would prefer to hear Kris’s opinion,” he said.
Kris blushed more deeply. Her mouth was dry and she had to swallow twice before she could speak. “Well, obviously,” she began, the words hesitant as they came out. “Stone Enterprises is a multinational company... Ah!... A company with significant holdings worldwide, worldwide, and, and, with the opportunities presented... Oh God!... with the oppor-, opportunities that... I’m sorry mister Briskin. I really don’t feel—oh!—I really don’t feel very well. Would you mind... would you mind excusing me for a moment?”
As she rushed from the meeting room, the faces of the attendees expressed concern, shock and, in the case of Mark, disgust. Outside the room, as the toy inside her was vibrating, she staggered for a moment and had to hold herself against the wall, tottering on her heels slightly.
“Are you okay?” Janice asked.
Kris nodded. “Something I ate,” she said quickly, then rushed to the bathroom.
Locking herself into a cubicle, she locked the door behind her and sat down, lifting her leg and placing one heel against the door. She had never felt so sluttish in all her life, and all she could think of now was the throbbing sensation inside her sex. Raising her skirt, she used one hand to push aside her sticky panties and began to rub her clitoris rapidly, while with her other she pulled out her phone.
“Come with me from Lebanon,” she read, “my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.”
The bud of her clitoris was like a bullet beneath her fingers, and her vulva was flooding as she rubbed herself. She could feel her nipples stiff, her breasts swelling in her bra, and her breathing was becoming harder and faster as she tried not to cry out in the growing orgasm that was building up inside her. The screen flashed, and once again the velvet walls of her vagina clenched about the secret source of her joy.
“Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.”
Her hips bucked and spasms shot through her buttocks as her legs gripped around her hand. She dropped her phone then and gasps and groans escaped her despite her best efforts. As she came, the toy vibrated again, and again.
Once her head had cleared, she quickly retrieved her phone, almost wishing for a second that it had been dashed into a million fragments as it fell. Opening her messages, she quickly entered one word to Daniel. “Braganza.”
A few seconds later, she received another message, this time without the corresponding delicious torment in her loins.
“Too much?” it simply asked.
“Yes,” she replied. “Too much, but I loved it.”
As she wiped herself clean, her phone flashed again. This time the message was more cryptic. “You never know enough until you know more than enough.”
By the time she had rearranged herself, the meeting was drawing to a close. Kris herself was managing to come down from her ecstatic, troubled high, and was extremely embarrassed when she saw Ronald Briskin leave the meeting room with the others. She ducked down her head and tried to avoid his gaze, but he came across to her directly.
“I hope you are feeling better, young lady,” he said. She looked up at him—his eyes expressing something more than the mild concern in his voice.
“Yes, thank you sir.” She wasn’t able to lift her head to look him in the eye anymore, but simply sat there, clutching her phone. “I’m very sorry,” she told him in a quiet voice.
“That’s quite all right,” the older man said, placing a hand on her shoulder that did not feel completely paternal. “Jenny has been singing your praises. I hope that we’ll be able to meet up again before long.”
Chapter Twenty-One
When Kris explained to Daniel what had happened, he burst into fits of laughter, which were even more pronounced when she told him how Ronald Briskin had reacted.
“The old goat!” he roared. “I can see that I shall have to make it clear that you’re mine in the near future.”
“Oh, I am, am I?” She played up her distaste but was not so very secretly glad of his remarks. He did, however, slightly ruin it with his follow up.
“Of course you are. You’re my plaything, my own toy, my property. Mine.” If he noticed her riling slightly at this, he did not give any indication of this but instead remarked: “I know that man’s taste better than most. He can see it in you.”
“And what can he see?” Kris was curious now, her infuriation with Daniel at having placed her in such a position having gradually diminished. Indeed, considering she had experienced one of the most powerful—as well as one of the funniest—orgasms of her life, she knew that this would probably be the only day at the office that she would ever remember.
He smirked and looked around them from the private boat he had hired, observing the dome of the Invalides that lay before them. Having decided that he was a little bored with London and that they needed something different, they had flown to Paris and were now making their pleasant way down the Seine. An attendant (a rather beautiful Parisian woman, Kris had noted rather sourly) brought them drinks and something to eat, Daniel conversing with her in polite, easygoing French, but other than the pilot and his mate they were alone on the vessel. She was wearing an elegant Ralph Lauren V-neck dress in light blue, while he was dressed in a Paul Smith blazer and dark trousers.
“You’ve got ‘it’,” he told her, returning his eyes to her face. “Actually, it’s a very special kind of ‘it’, but you definitely have it. Not everyone would respond to it, and it was almost submerged when I first met you, but over the past couple of weeks you’ve started to display it—and with a vengeance.”
Kris pulled a face at him, though secretly she was extremely pleased with what he had told her. “So,” she asked. “What is ‘it’?”
“Oh, you know,” he replied breezily. “Looks alone aren’t enough. Personality too. But I know Briskin. He sees in you the kind of girl that would submit to so many things.”
Kris was aghast at this. “With him? Not on your life!” she responded hurriedly.
“No, it would have to be with the right man,” Daniel said, laughing. “But that’s the point. You’re not available for anyone, but when you do find the right man... the fireworks fly.”
“Really?” she asked, smiling coyly. She had been sitting on one of the leather seats
across from him and raised one of her feet, brushing it against his leg. “But lots of girls have it, surely. That woman who just served us drinks, for example.”
Daniel looked thoughtful for a moment. She was about to hit him for teasing her when she realised that this was not his intention at all: rather he was giving her flippant, indirect request for a compliment serious attention.
“No,” he said at last. “She’s beautiful, sure. I’m sure she would appear more beautiful to a lot of men than you,” he raised his hands as Kris looked at him furiously. “Hear me out. I’m serious. She’s the kind of woman that most men would dream of, I’m sure. But... I can’t remember who said it, but conceit kills ‘it’. A woman who’s too full of herself, too self-conscious...” he shook his head. “You have to forget yourself to really have it.”
Kris was still scowling a little. The ideal response would have been for him to declare that he had eyes for no one else but her, yet she realised that Daniel’s response was both more honest and, ultimately, more flattering.
“But yours is something again,” he told herself. “When you let go—I mean, when you really let go, you surrender yourself completely. It’s remarkable. I mean, I can’t think of anyone else who would have let me take control of them so intimately as you did. You give yourself up to my pleasure in a way that... well, in a way that’s rather humbling, really.”
“So has no one ever submitted to you in that way before?”
He shook his head. “I thought they did, in the past. But no. There was always something in it for them, and actually, there was always something else in it for me. Don’t mistake me—for all my occasional desires to flee civilisation, I’m not some kind of back-to-nature purist who would deny anyone the finer things in life, far from it. I’m sure—and I hope—that you’ll get a lot from me that’s material. But you don’t think about that when we’re together, and the funny thing is, I don’t think about so many other things either.”
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