Named and Shamed by C. P. Mandara Page A

all over her body, drinking her in, breathing hard and imagining how he could best put her body to use in a few minutes' time. Thighs honed from enforced workouts with a personal trainer began to lunge up and down as her back slid up against the smooth frame of the hardwood chair. Fingers sank into her core, over and over, as her body bounced up and down expertly on high heels. The chair rocked back and forth, with precarious abandon. Her long chocolate curls tumbled over her face, wisps of which caught against the wax of her lip gloss, but she barely even noticed. Her ample breasts bounced up and down, her nipples hardened into deep red berries and her loins burning. Even if they'd been on fire she couldn't have stopped her fingers from continuing their onward journey.
    'Time's up.'
    Marianna screamed. Her fingers wobbled unsteadily on her clit. He had to be joking. 'Please,' she begged.
    'Your two minutes is up, Marianna. Hands by your sides or I'll be forced to handcuff them behind your back. If you disobey me in this, I will leave you naked and spread-eagled on the middle of the floor outside my office, so your colleagues may witness my displeasure at your performance.'
    She let out a sob of frustration.
    'You've managed to go without orgasms for nearly two years, Marianna. I should think a few hours will be a piece of cake.' His eyes twinkled dangerously. He dared her to defy him.
    Slowly straightening her fingers from the claw shapes they had formed, she managed to move them to her sides. He was not joking. She'd seen several of her colleagues displayed in such a fashion in her time at Zystrom, and she did not want to be one of them. Taking a shaky breath, she opened her eyes and faced him.
    'Good girl.' He got to his feet, walked around his desk and bending over in his custom-made sartorial splendour, picked up her dress. He lifted it to his face and inhaled deeply. 'Such a beautiful smell,' he said, with heavily lidded eyes. Handing her the fabric he couldn't resist adding, 'And it's rather flattering to know you're so desperate for my attention.'
    Marianna could have groaned, but she resisted the impulse. These were the joys of being a submissive. As long as she was in Matthews' set of headlights there would be no privacy or secrets.
    As the material settled in her hands his fingers accidentally brushed her elbow and an arc of electricity shot up her arm. She schooled her features. She would not let him have any more of her today.
    'Your forfeit is to go and find me breakfast, sweetness. Get me fruit and lots of it. Full of anti-oxidants and good for my health, I hear.' His back was to her, as he was already returning to his desk, but he was pretty sure she'd detected humour in his voice. To hurry her along, he added, 'Quickly, Marianna, I'm hungry.' The tone of his voice left no doubt as to what he was hungry for, and it wasn't fruit.
     
    Marianna was not amused. It was 7.30 a.m. and even though Zystrom was in the heart of London, grocery stores were not in plentiful supply at this ridiculous hour. Add stupid heels that were not made for walking, a coat that was made for effect rather than warmth, a wet backside and the additional lack of a warm layer of undergarments and you had one unhappy submissive. Yet another car honked its horn as it worked its way through London traffic. The gentleman in question had even wound down his window and added, 'Nice pair of legs, love.' If he'd said, 'Fancy a fuck?' she might have cried.
    Up ahead in the distance a corner shop looked promising. She could see bright light spilling onto the street and another customer ahead had already managed to wrestle his way in through the door, by wedging himself between several newspaper stands. There was a fifty-fifty chance it would sell fruit. As she'd seen little in the way of other options she had nothing to lose and everything to gain, including some needed warmth. Grabbing the lapels of her coat tighter around her neck, she entered the