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she
added with a quiver, "Don't hurt me."
    "I
plan to have fun with you, Miss Brown. No hurt unless a bottom spanked red is
hurt?"
    She
hated herself, but she did like his tenor voice. A lot. And she could
feel his toned and muscular build against her. Some of her fear dissipated with
his assurance he was out for fun. "Why can't I see you?"
    "Well,
Miss Brown," he said nudging her forward. She felt his arm move from her
waist and she heard a door open. The break room, she guessed. "Doesn't
this just add to the excitement?" he countered with his breath warm against
her ear, making her shiver. He sounded so male.
    "What
are you going to do to me?" she whispered, sounding more vulnerable than
she'd like.
    She felt
him reaching forward and a moment later something fluttered against the top of
her head. "I'm putting this on you so I can take my hand away."
    Some
type of furry blindfold cover her eyes. She guessed it was like a sleeping mask
and she itched with the desire to pull up the blindfold and look at her sexy
sounding blackmailer. But he guessed her thoughts, or was ready, because his
hands folded around her wrists as he stood very close behind her.
    "You're
going to do what I say, Miss Brown, and we are going to get along just
fine."
    He'd
answered her question from before, while he held her wrists firmly at her side
and she wasn’t surprised to be panting lightly. Her entire body felt warm and
tingly.
    "I
have a note!" She’d suddenly remembered.
    "This
one?"
    She felt
his big hand loosen on her wrist, then after a moment she heard his deep
chuckle and his warm hand returned. "You better not go too far with this,
Mr. Blackmailer," she warned, however it lost a lot of its power, because
her voice wavered.
    "Duly
noted, ma'am," he murmured against her ear. "But I think he doesn't
give you everything that smoking hot body of yours needs."
    Her
emotions vied between melting and intense curiosity about who he was. Ma'am? Just his deep voice drawling that word made her knees weak, besides his
appreciation of her assets. What did he mean that she didn’t get everything she
needed?
    "You
like being tied up," he drawled lowly, heating her ear.
    Oh no.
"N-No," she stuttered. "You can't do that now. I don't like it!
Mr. Carlson makes me." Oh damn that did not sound right.
    "I
insist."
    Tess did
begin to think about struggling, but it was already too late. He was strong,
Mr. Blackmailer, and he had her wrists bound in front of her, in seconds, with
what felt like a thick rope.
    "Please
don't tie me up," she panted.
    His
answer; he tugged her wrists over her head. "Does your boss know how you
rub your wet pussy after each whipping, Miss Brown? I have pictures of that
too."
    Tess
gasped, and then it seemed as if her wrists stayed above her head. Was she hung
like this? She twisted her wrists. Yes she was!
    "You
can't show him!" she exclaimed, while she tried to stay up on her tiptoes
and not lose her high heels in the battle. She tugged on her wrists heaving
with fear and ridiculously with excitement. Her pussy throbbed and her entire
body flushed with arousal. What would he do with her?
    "I
won't show your boss those pictures if ..." His voice was hot against her
ear as his big hands gripped her waist pulling her hips backward slightly,
which bent her forward more. Perfect for spanking her, while she hung unable to
stop him.
    "If?"
She was panting now with shivers running over her skin. She'd never felt so
electrified.
    "You
let me see your tits, while I spank your naughty ass."
    "Oh
god," she moaned unable to stop the wanton sound.
    "I
take that as a yes."
    "Oh
n-no!" she exclaimed, then she stuttered, "Please, I-I ..."
    "It's
an easy decision, Miss Brown, either you let me open your blouse and bare your
tits or I give these pictures I have of you here ... let's see what I have.
Here is one of you on your hands and knees rubbing your pussy with your thong
pulled down to your knees. Ah, you are on the floor of your boss'