I. Was. Going. To. Fuck. His. Brains. Out.
Except the office was empty.
I was about to swear in disappointment when I saw something sitting on the desk that took my breath away.
It was the leather collar.
I approached his desk and the collar and had that squirmy crazy feeling rise up within me. I felt Iike I was back in his secret dungeon surrounded by sex toys. The doors closed behind me and I found myself standing in front of his desk looking at the collar, my heart pounding.
I picked it up and felt the supple leather warm almost instantly to my touch. This time my fingers were cooperating and I unclasped the collar before stopping and holding my breath. I wanted to put it on. I wanted to wear his collar. I wanted him to fuck me while I wore it. I wanted to be owned.
I reached down with one hand and pressed my fingers against my sex. I was so hot and wet and I couldn't help myself moan at the pressure.
I heard a soft click behind me and I nearly jumped out of my skin but there was no one there. I rushed over to the door and found it was locked.
"I gave you very specific instructions Ms. Neri."
His voice surrounded me. Hidden speakers. He was watching.
I whipped the collar behind my back, my face burning red, and heard him laugh.
"Stand in the middle of the room, little slave," he commanded.
I felt a thrill of anticipation run through me and an image of him spanking me while bent over his desk arose in my mind.
"Now!" he commanded.
I scurried to the middle of the room, my heart thudding once more in my chest. Of course he would have cameras in here. He wanted to be in control.
There was another click and automatic blinds lowered, blocking out the bright sunny day. As they did, dim indirect lights glowed on, casting warm shadows around the room. A brighter light turned on above me. I was standing in a spotlight like I was a performer up on stage.
"You must make amends for your disobedience," Mr. Stone said, his voice low. "Do as I say and the consequences will be light."
I squeezed the collar in my hands and swallowed. "Yes, Sir."
"Take off your clothes."
Still holding the leather collar in my hand, I took off my cardigan and unbuttoned my blouse with trembling fingers. I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of my heels. I slipped out of my pantyhose and then I was left in my bra and underwear. I undid the clasp of the bra and dropped it to the ground next to me, just like I had when I saw him in the center of the maze. My nipples were hard and pointing out and the rasp of the fabric across them made me catch my breath.
Finally I hooked my fingers in the sides of my underwear and slipped them off. I dropped them on my pile of clothes and stood up, completely naked, the leather collar in my hand.
"Pinch your nipples, little slave," he said.
I raised my trembling hands to my breasts and took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger. I still had the leather collar in my left hand and it brushed against my body. He hadn't told me to put it on or to put it down so I held it as I obeyed his instructions.
I felt twin lines of pleasure running down my body to my sex as I gently pinched and teased my nipples. I wanted to ask if he was here, if he'd come rushing in from the room on the side of his office but I stayed silent. I would follow his instructions.
"Put your red heels on, little slave, and turn around for me," he said.
I stepped into my heels and felt a rush of heat as I saw myself reflected in the shiny surfaces as I moved on the spot. I saw the wild look in my eye, my nipples red and jutting and my sex, hot and wet.
"Sit in my chair," he commanded.
The light above his chair increased in intensity to form another spotlight. I walked over there, unable to stop my hips swinging lasciviously. I felt bad. I wanted to be bad. I sat down on the soft cool leather, feeling it the texture of it against my ass.
"Put your heels on the edge of the desk," Mr. Stone said. His voice sounded darker, more intense and I wondered if he had his cock out. Was he touching it as he watched me?
I pulled myself back in the chair and put my heels up on the edge of the desk. I had to scoot my ass forward and in this position, I naturally tilted back and my legs opened. Well, a little. I spread my legs to show my sex to Mr. Stone.
"You like this don't you, little slut."
It wasn't a question but I answered anyway. "Yes, sir." My voice was high and breathy, like I'd been running.
I had my hands clenched on the arms of the chair, wanting to reach down to touch myself. Willing myself to hold on until he commanded me to.
There was a click from the desk beside me and the middle drawer slid out. Resting in a foam indentation was a thick gold vibrator of the soft jelly type. It looked familiar...
"Lick the tip," he commanded.
I reached over and removed the vibrator before shuffling myself back into position. I raised it to my lips and closed my eyes as I slid it into my mouth.
It was his cock. It was the same shape and size and some part of my brain not spinning crazy from being so horny made some comment about what mad billionaires get up to just to fill the days.
I slid the cock back and forth, running my tongue over it, imagining it was Mr. Stone. It wasn't hard with his scent all around me and the recent memory of it to help me along.
"Take it out of your mouth and turn it on," he said.
I opened my eyes as I pulled the cock out of my mouth. It was like I was drugged or something. My eyelids felt heavy and most thought had vanished. I was trapped in this moment, following his instructions.
The base of the vibrator turned and a low hum filled the room. I felt my fingers vibrating, the sensation running down my arm.
"Touch your clit with my cock," he said.
I swear my temperature jumped a few degrees at the sound of his voice. I lowered the vibrator, wanting to touch it against my nipple but knowing he hadn't given me that instruction. I felt a spring winding inside me as the tip of the cock touched my clit. The buzzing vibration flowed out from the center of me and I pressed down harder, letting out an involuntary moan.
"Show me how much you love my cock," Mr. Stone said.
I began slowly moving the vibrating cock around my clit and then down so it rubbed against my wet pussy. I resisted pushing it into me although all I wanted was to feel stretched out by it. Down and up and back to my clit. Down and up and back to my clit. My gasps became moans and my moans became short breaths and sighs. Muscles inside me began to twitch uncontrollably and I silently begged him permission to come.
He must have read my mind because I heard his voice over my gasps.