Chapter 3

“Then we’ll see you both in an hour?” she asked, still sounding embarrassed.

I glanced over at Rachel before accepting for both of us. “Sure.”

“Okay if I add to your ever-growing underwear wash?” Rachel asked.

“Sure, but it isn’t ever-growing,” I said. “Your thong is cleaned and ready to go home with you.”

“Great, I’ll wear it now,” she said.

“I understand, Ms. Perry.” Her eyes turned a darker blue as she acknowledged my command. Then she turned on the vibe, holding it lightly to the front of her panties.

I would have told her to move it around, to indulge in some self-foreplay, but the situation had clearly aroused her, and she was soon panting softly while standing in place.

“You seem quite efficient when you put your mind to your task, Ms. Turner.”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” she replied, in a deeper tone than earlier, the honorific sounding natural.

Rachel tried not to show how the vibe was affecting her, but small gasps and thigh twitches betrayed her. Her face and neck flushed slightly.

“Very well,” I said. I held out my hand for the vibe, setting it on my desk after she’d given it to me. “Take off your jacket, please, Ms. Turner.” I’d considered asking for her shirt, too. I wanted to see if the entire lingerie set matched. Time enough for that later, though. I liked the way the wrap rippled against her body.

From my drawer, I withdrew a wide transparent plastic ruler, a bottle of lube, and a patterned, slightly curved glass dildo. The last had a pale blue tint with an iridescent sheen. Quite attractive, for a cock.

As Rachel watched, I sucked the head of the dildo, then slurped my way down the sides. Her eyes grew darker as I placed the tip between my lips and began to slide it in and out of my mouth.

I held the dildo out, forcing her to come closer to take it from my hand, then pushed the lube forward to within her reach.

“Take your time, Ms. Turner,” I said. “Please spare no attention to detail.”

Rachel visibly gulped as she picked up the glass dildo. Pushing her panties aside, she began to trail the head over her lips. I was fairly sure the lube would remain unopened.

Rachel’s clear arousal grew as she used the glass tip to explore her lips and clit. Her belly twitched as she suppressed a moan. Then she ran the patterned side of the dildo over her clit, slowly, and began to pant rapidly.

She made herself relax, stroking the full length of her lips slowly with the head of the dildo, her eyes holding mine.

Raising one hand, I flicked a finger up and down. Rachel gave me a quick nod, then plunged the dildo inside her, letting out a moan that made my own panties wet. She moved her feet apart and began to plunge the dildo in and out.

“Uhhu… uhhu… uhhu… uhhu…”

Each thrust drew a strangled cry from her throat. I didn’t think she’d break my rule and come, but if she kept going she was going to be very unsteady on her feet. I held up a hand to signal a pause, then held it out to receive the dildo. Rachel handed it over, her expression more meek than it had been.

I took the object and sucked the head again, savoring her tangy juices.

“Mmm. I think I want to taste directly,” I said.

“Yes, Ms. Perry,” Rachel replied, her voice a hoarse whisper.

“Take your top off now, please.”

As I’d expected, the low, lacy bra matched the rest of the outfit, and though I tried not to show it, I was tempted just to abandon the game and rip every piece of clothing from her body. Instead, I opened my drawer again, taking out a coil of soft rope.

I pushed the few papers and objects on my desk roughly to the side. Nodding toward the surface, I said, “On your back, please, Ms. Perry.”

Her face showed a hint of apprehensiveness; the first I’d seen in her. I was curious. Was her character worried about what her boss would do with her? Or was it Rachel who was nervous about my plans?

“Right away, ma’am,” she croaked. Then she turned her back to the desk and leaned backward. I coiled the rope around her wrists and fastened it to the desk drawer.

I was trying to look like I knew what I was doing, but I was only guessing that the upward pull on the drawer handles wouldn’t dislodge the drawer itself. It seemed quite robust.

“Very good, Ms. Turner,” I said. Rachel canted her head backward to be able to see me, and I’d swear I saw a desire to please me in her eyes. I ran the fingertips of my right hand over her face, slipping my middle finger between her lips. She took it eagerly, sucking my finger enthusiastically until I withdrew it before stepping around the desk.

Her ass was on the edge of the wooden surface, legs unable to reach the floor. I caressed her legs at the top of her stockings, running my fingers around, then down the stockings themselves.

The gap between the top of her stockings and the crease of her thighs was the perfect space for me to tease with teeth and tongue, so I did that for a time, watching Rachel’s bra-clad breasts rise and fall. Her panties were drenched after her work with the vibrator and the dildo, and her thighs twitched as I nibbled.

Standing, I took the vibe from the desk, turned it on, and touched it to her panties. I didn’t move the tip, holding it in place against her until Rachel was panting rapidly. Then I set it aside and leaned over the desk, finding her ribcage with my teeth.

Rachel was clearly intensely aroused at this point, so much so that I think touching her anywhere would have excited her. Even drawing my teeth over her arm caused gooseflesh. Her breathing had turned into a series of quick gasps, with occasional groans of pleasure. When I squeezed her breasts through her bra her hips rose from the desk.

Standing, I took the vibe again, drawing it over her panties until she was whimpering with suppressed need. Then I ran it down her stockings, around her inner thighs. Slowly, I unclipped the stockings, drawing them down each leg, following with my teeth and tongue, and occasionally with the vibrator, unbuckling and removing her heels so that I could take them off. Easing her panties down, I left the garter in place as I used the vibe on her pussy lips.

Once more setting the vibrator aside, I pressed two fingers to either side of her entrance, stroking slowly but firmly, until Rachel again seemed on the point of coming. Lowering the pressure of my fingers, I said, “Don’t disappoint me, Ms. Turner. Please be patient with your progress.”

“Yes, Ms. Perry,” she said, her voice sounding almost schoolgirl-like in its sincerity.

Leaning against the desk, I lowered my face to her bra, then pulled aside her left cup to reveal her nipple, hard and pebbled. My teeth closed on it, and Rachel groaned. After suckling for a moment, I drew back, then grasped both breasts and kneaded them, hard. Before I released them, I tugged open the right cup, too, leaving both nipples exposed.

“If I lick your pussy, will you disappoint me, Ms. Turner? Or will you be a good girl, and refrain from coming?”

“I’ll be a good girl, Ma’am,” she said, tightly.

Parting her lips with my fingers, I explored with my tongue. Her sex had taken on a pink flush from her arousal, her lips and clit now swollen. Flattening my tongue against her, I drew it slowly higher. Rachel inhaled sharply. I toyed with her clit for a moment, then moved back.

The dildo was cool in my grip when I picked it up from the desk. It slid easily into her, though her thighs clenched and her breath hitched. Holding it firmly, I twisted the base, the tip circling inside her, then I began smoothly to draw it out and push it in, following the curve of the glass.

Rachel began to moan constantly. When I lowered my face to lick her clit, her body twisted from side to side as she tried to avoid breaking her promise, drawing her knees high beside my face. I moved away, letting her relax, holding the dildo stationary inside her. Only when her legs relaxed did I pick up the vibrator. Turning it on, I pressed it to her mound. Her groans rose immediately, until she was clearly ready to explode.

“God, Mandy!” she yelped.

I immediately withdrew the vibe and dildo, then rolled her onto her side and slapped her butt. “What did you call me, Ms. Perry?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am!” Rachel yelped. I slapped her again. This time her cry was a wordless groan.

Rolling her all the way onto her stomach, I checked that her arms weren’t twisted by the rope. Her face was turned sideways, cheek against the polished wood of the desk. Then I picked up the wide plastic ruler, and thwacked it against her butt cheek. Her thighs twitched and she moaned. The ruler wasn’t heavy, and wouldn’t do more than sting her skin.

On the next stroke, her breath whuffed out in an “oof.” I gave her several more strokes, each producing a strained “ulf” sound, which was then followed by an aroused whimper.

“You’ve turned all red back here, Ms. Turner,” I said.

“Yes, ma’am,” came the muffled reply.

Before turning her face up, I kissed both butt cheeks, and lightly caressed between them, bringing a wail of need from the girl on my desk.

There was a wet spot on the desk when I rolled Rachel onto her back. I grinned at the sight, then picked up the vibe one more time.

“Will you keep your promise?” I asked Rachel, as I touched the purring device to her mons.

For the first time, she sounded unsure. “Yes, Ms. Perry.”

She was red-faced and groaning when I finally took the vibe away. I tried touching it to her thighs and her belly, and even there it made her writhe.

I crouched between her legs. “You have my permission now, Ms. Turner. You may come in my mouth.”

Grasping her thighs, I raised them into the air, pressing her sex to my face, and began to suckle her clit. She yelled, and her whole body tensed. She didn’t come immediately. She was wound too tight for that now, but after bucking against my face for a minute, she cried out again. Her thighs spasmed in my grip, and her breath caught and held. As I felt the shuddering beneath my tongue, wetness sprayed my face, and Rachel’s body twisted on the desk.

Several minutes passed before the girl beneath my face came to a semblance of relaxing. She was repeating a soft mantra. “Oh, my God. Oh, my God.” I backed away, glancing down and wincing, then I took my jacket off as I stood.

Rachel’s head tilted toward me. “Ms. Perry?”

“I think we can leave character now,” I said, with a rueful chuckle. “That okay?”

“God, Mandy,” she said. “I’ve never felt that before. Did I squirt?”

Grinning, I indicated my top with my chin. “My silk shirt would say yes,” I said. “I took my jacket off before I ruined it, too.”

“Oh, my God, I’m sorry,” she said.

“Don’t be.” I moved to the back of my desk, leaned down to kiss her forehead, then untied the rope from the drawer, which had proven sturdy. I freed her hands, then took off my shirt. “Was that okay?”

“Christ, Mandy, do you have to ask?” Rachel said.

“This is not me,” I said. “I mean, you know that, right?”

“That makes it even better,” Rachel said. “That you’re willing to go so far for a single fantasy. For the record, you could have swatted me a lot harder.”

“Noted,” I said, with a grin.

“Fuck, Mandy,” Rachel said. “I’ve never squirted in my life.” She slid off the desk. Noticing the wet spot, she grabbed a tissue and dried it.

“If it had crossed my mind that it might happen, I’d have worn a different shirt,” I said. “And taken my jacket off first.” I held up the ruined pale blue silk, then crumpled it up and burst out laughing.

A moment later, Rachel joined me. After a moment, she added, “And then you turned me over and made me bark like a dog with your ruler. I swear, I’ve never made that sound before.”

Which sent us into another shared peal of laughter.

When we calmed down, she eyed me up and down. I’d taken her heels off, but I was still standing in mine, so I was a couple of inches taller than her. “This hasn’t answered the question of whether you’re wearing hose or stockings,” Rachel said.