wide and her fingers clenched where they were joined behind her back. Resolutely, she kept her lips pressed together to keep from protesting. She didn’t want anyone other than Ryan but she’d given up her power to him. She knew if she said the word, he’d stop. He wouldn’t force her to let other men touch her. She could stop it.
If she really wanted to. She wanted to please him. She’d already failed in that this morning. Whatever his choice, she’d comply. Her insides trembled knowing she was at the mercy of his decision.
Quietly, she waited while her breathing accelerated. Her heart pounded. Her cleft flooded. She was so wet for him. The scent rose around her and she was sure he could smell it too. More than anything, she wanted him pounding into her like he had last night. Bent over, impaled from behind. All day, she’d thought of little aside from the ways he’d touched her and the ways he’d fucked her.
“Stand,” he instructed.
As gracefully as she could with her hands laced behind her, she complied, thankful for strong thigh muscles. She kept her feet the requisite shoulder-width apart. In her heels, with her arms in this position, her breasts pushed forward slightly straining the buttons on her blouse. The thick silk concealed enough that it wasn’t apparent that she wore a demi-bra which lifted and cupped the underside of her breasts but covered nothing. The brush of fabric over her nipples had kept her on edge all day.
Ryan flicked open the top button. His finger stroked the upper curve of a breast, nodding when she sucked in a breath. She loved his hands on her.
“So sensitive. Good.” Going to her desk, he pulled something from his pocket and set on the surface. She tried to see around his shoulders but couldn’t without moving.
She didn’t dare. She quickly returned her focus to the geometric patterns on the carpet when he turned.
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She wouldn’t worry. Ryan wouldn’t harm her. She knew that and she trusted him.
“Take off your clothes,” he instructed.
She looked around. The office door was locked. That wouldn’t stop the cleaning crew nor did it obstruct the view from her huge outside window, though she was fairly sure no one could see inside.
“Stop delaying,” he ordered sharply.
She swallowed hard, knowing she was close to earning a second punishment. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling. Would another punishment be so bad?
It had turned out well for her last night.
Her fingers went to the buttons on her shirt. In moments, she stood in only her bra, stockings and shoes. His eyes turned smoky as he surveyed her. “Perfect.” Taking her hand, he led her to the desk. He’d laid out a jumble of wires, a remote and a tube of gel. “Do you know what this is?” She shook her head.
He unscrewed the cap on the gel and dabbed a bit beneath each nipple. She gasped at the icy cold sensation when he applied it to her burning clit. “These are electrodes,” he explained holding up the wires. Studying the y-shaped wires, her stomach sank as apprehension filled her. Each end had a small, flat metal tip.
He watched her, obviously waiting for her protest. She refused to give it. She controlled herself enough to keep still but she couldn’t slow her breathing.
Rolling a tip between them, he tilted his head to meet her eyes. “Answer me aloud.
You realize what this is, don’t you? You understand what it will do?
She nodded her head, belatedly remembering to speak. “Yes…Master.”
“Are you afraid, slave?”
“A little.”
He pressed a flat-tipped electrode to each of the gel locations, then tilted her chin so she looked at him. “You are my treasure. I will care for you always.” 82
On Your Knees
Her peace returned. He would treasure her always… He forgave her for leaving. It wouldn’t get her out of this yet things would be all right.
Once again pocketing the remote, he moved to one of the arm chairs and pulled her to straddle
If she really wanted to. She wanted to please him. She’d already failed in that this morning. Whatever his choice, she’d comply. Her insides trembled knowing she was at the mercy of his decision.
Quietly, she waited while her breathing accelerated. Her heart pounded. Her cleft flooded. She was so wet for him. The scent rose around her and she was sure he could smell it too. More than anything, she wanted him pounding into her like he had last night. Bent over, impaled from behind. All day, she’d thought of little aside from the ways he’d touched her and the ways he’d fucked her.
“Stand,” he instructed.
As gracefully as she could with her hands laced behind her, she complied, thankful for strong thigh muscles. She kept her feet the requisite shoulder-width apart. In her heels, with her arms in this position, her breasts pushed forward slightly straining the buttons on her blouse. The thick silk concealed enough that it wasn’t apparent that she wore a demi-bra which lifted and cupped the underside of her breasts but covered nothing. The brush of fabric over her nipples had kept her on edge all day.
Ryan flicked open the top button. His finger stroked the upper curve of a breast, nodding when she sucked in a breath. She loved his hands on her.
“So sensitive. Good.” Going to her desk, he pulled something from his pocket and set on the surface. She tried to see around his shoulders but couldn’t without moving.
She didn’t dare. She quickly returned her focus to the geometric patterns on the carpet when he turned.
81
Brynn Paulin
She wouldn’t worry. Ryan wouldn’t harm her. She knew that and she trusted him.
“Take off your clothes,” he instructed.
She looked around. The office door was locked. That wouldn’t stop the cleaning crew nor did it obstruct the view from her huge outside window, though she was fairly sure no one could see inside.
“Stop delaying,” he ordered sharply.
She swallowed hard, knowing she was close to earning a second punishment. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling. Would another punishment be so bad?
It had turned out well for her last night.
Her fingers went to the buttons on her shirt. In moments, she stood in only her bra, stockings and shoes. His eyes turned smoky as he surveyed her. “Perfect.” Taking her hand, he led her to the desk. He’d laid out a jumble of wires, a remote and a tube of gel. “Do you know what this is?” She shook her head.
He unscrewed the cap on the gel and dabbed a bit beneath each nipple. She gasped at the icy cold sensation when he applied it to her burning clit. “These are electrodes,” he explained holding up the wires. Studying the y-shaped wires, her stomach sank as apprehension filled her. Each end had a small, flat metal tip.
He watched her, obviously waiting for her protest. She refused to give it. She controlled herself enough to keep still but she couldn’t slow her breathing.
Rolling a tip between them, he tilted his head to meet her eyes. “Answer me aloud.
You realize what this is, don’t you? You understand what it will do?
She nodded her head, belatedly remembering to speak. “Yes…Master.”
“Are you afraid, slave?”
“A little.”
He pressed a flat-tipped electrode to each of the gel locations, then tilted her chin so she looked at him. “You are my treasure. I will care for you always.” 82
On Your Knees
Her peace returned. He would treasure her always… He forgave her for leaving. It wouldn’t get her out of this yet things would be all right.
Once again pocketing the remote, he moved to one of the arm chairs and pulled her to straddle
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