His Every Touch [The Complete Series] by Harriet Lovelace Page B

she described
Vance's near-torture orgasm denial that had followed her strapping. She barely
paused as she continued into the night and her own introspection as she and
Vance laid in bed together afterwards. “Courtney,” Maggie interrupted, concern
overpowering the shock in her voice. “Are you in love with him?” Courtney let her car glide to a stop behind a
long line of vehicles. She turned slightly towards Maggie, knowing her
confusion showed on her face, in her dark gray eyes. Her words were a bare
whisper. “I don't know.” Maggie swallowed hard and nodded. “Keep
going.” As they waited for the traffic to move on,
Courtney continued with her story, vaguely aware of heat growing in her belly
as she recounted the events of the past week, the words bringing with them
vivid images that made her want to squirm. “The morning after, he gave me a set of instructions
regarding what I was supposed to wear to work...” Every step Courtney took was near agony,
but it was worse if she tried to sit. She'd done as Vance had ordered, the
entire time telling herself that it was crazy. Even as she'd walked into work,
the sensation of fullness had almost been too much. Throughout the day, she
tried to concentrate on each step, desperately hoping that no one would be able
to tell what she had on—or was it in?—under her skirt. The butt plug was as
slim as the dildo Vance had used on her before and each time she shifted, it
moved, sending strange and unfamiliar sensations through her body. The dildo in
her cunt was thicker than what she was used to and had a specifically shaped
base that curled around to rub against her clit with even the slightest
movement, torturing her in the most exquisite manner. She'd been on the verge
of climax for hours and she was exhausted, muscles trembling from the stress of
fighting off orgasm after orgasm. Vance had vowed a caning if she came before
he gave her the go ahead. By the time she was ready to meet him in his office
at the end of the day, she was near tears. She was also fairly sure that most
of her co-workers thought she was in the midst of a nervous breakdown or
something like it. Vance took one look at her face and smiled.
He motioned for her to follow him into his private elevator. The moment they
were inside, he pulled her to him, claiming her mouth with a fierce kiss that
nearly made her lose control. He pushed her back against the wall of the
elevator as the doors dinged closed, his hands yanking her skirt up around her
waist. She whimpered even as he pulled back, the cool air caressing her newly
bared skin. “ Have you come today?” Vance murmured
against her lips. Courtney shook her head, fighting the urge
to writhe against him, to beg for that last bit of friction she needed to come.
Part of the reason behind this exercise was to prove that she trusted him, that
she believed he would eventually grant her release. “ Good girl.” His lips curved upwards into
the wicked grin that made Courtney's knees weak. He thrust his leg between
hers. “If you can get off on my leg before we reach the lobby, you'll be
allowed to take out the toys and pull your skirt back down before we walk out.” “ And if I can't?” Courtney's eyes were
wide. She wasn't sure that she wanted to know the consequences. “ You'll be allowed to pull your skirt back
down, but you'll continue to wear both toys when we go out for dinner and you
won't be allowed to come until tonight.” Courtney bent her knees until she came in
contact with the soft cotton of his slacks. She kept her eyes on him as she
began to grind against him, every rotation of her hips pressing both shafts
further into her, rubbing them against her sensitive flesh. “I did it.” Courtney couldn't keep her pride
out of her voice. Her body had exploded that day and she'd had to bite the side
of her hand to keep herself from screaming. Vance had to practically carry her
to the car. “Came just before we reached the lobby and was able