helpless. She'd get him back for his flagrant disregard of the rules. She'd have her due. She barely heard the discreet knock on the door, lost in a reverie of how she would exact her price from Sam…
"Dani?" said the receptionist as she opened the door. "Shall I wait or…?"
Henry stood behind her, all British patience and dignity, not one expression on his face.
But he'd seen her naked. Heard her moan.
"No, that's fine. Thank you, Sarah. Please come in," she gestured to Henry without rising. "Would you care for anything? Tea, coffee…?"
He approached, all sober grace. "Thank you, miss, but no. The Master wanted you to have this right away."
The Master . Inwardly she shivered, but she took the proffered envelope. "Thank you. Do you know your way out?"
He cleared his throat faintly. "My instructions were to wait for an answer."
"Oh, really." She fanned the envelope once, twice while she considered it.
Opening Pandora's box might be less hazardous, she thought. With an elaborate sigh, she nodded. "Very well. Then I have to get back to work." On this project I already can't remember . She slit open the envelope with one long scarlet nail and saw Henry wince at the wanton disregard for the heavy cream bond paper.
Wear something I'll like, but no panties. Leave this in until I can take its place. Do not touch the button.
Go with Henry.
Now.
Sam
Sam, not Luke. Well, that was something, she supposed.
But… now ?
Getting a little high-handed, are we?
"Miss?"
She flicked a gaze toward Henry, not bothering to hide her displeasure.
He held out a glossy black bag, its handles cinched with a satin scarlet ribbon. "The Master wanted you to have this, as well."
She took it as though it were dynamite. And if Sam thought she was going to open it in front of Henry, he was delusional.
But, damn him, he also knew her insatiable curiosity. "If you'd wait outside for a moment…"
"Certainly." The nod was all dignity and circumspection.
He closed the door behind him, which made her wonder if he knew what was inside.
Or, heaven forbid, had been the person to pack it.
Slowly she drew the ribbon from its knot and laid it aside. Then she parted the tissue paper and peered inside. She frowned because she didn't know what she was looking at. Gingerly she touched the small object and withdrew it.
Only to be faced with some sort of double dildo, but the heads were not at opposite ends, they were…
A butt plug and a second head to slip into her vagina.
There was a small round switch on the bottom. She touched it, and it began to vibrate.
She chuckled. You are incorrigible, she silently told Sam, and wiggled her pelvis, rubbing her pussy lips against her chair seat.
Oh. Oh, sweet heavenly—
She smiled at herself and shook her head. She was going to do it, of course. Hadn't she been waiting to hear from him? Tempted to seek him out herself very soon?
Quickly she checked her calendar to refresh herself on what she had to accomplish tomorrow, then methodically she shut down her laptop and stowed it. Tomorrow was Saturday, she realized, and though she often came into the office on weekends, she took no appointments.
She was free and clear to play.
She reached beneath her skirt and wiggled off her thong, though privately she thought Sam was missing a good bet.
It was a wicked sexy thong. She tucked it into the empty black bag and locked the bag in her desk drawer.
Then she rose, parted her legs and bent over her desk slightly, cautiously first inserting the butt plug into her pussy to wet it, then after swirling it around her juices, withdrew it and placed both heads—thanks be neither was as big as Sam's—into their proper positions.
And couldn't stifle a moan.
She swiveled her hips, both to get them comfortable and to take a moment to relish how freaking good they felt inside her…
Then she rose, took a few steps to be sure they'd stay in place, and grabbed her purse and coat before making her way to the
"Dani?" said the receptionist as she opened the door. "Shall I wait or…?"
Henry stood behind her, all British patience and dignity, not one expression on his face.
But he'd seen her naked. Heard her moan.
"No, that's fine. Thank you, Sarah. Please come in," she gestured to Henry without rising. "Would you care for anything? Tea, coffee…?"
He approached, all sober grace. "Thank you, miss, but no. The Master wanted you to have this right away."
The Master . Inwardly she shivered, but she took the proffered envelope. "Thank you. Do you know your way out?"
He cleared his throat faintly. "My instructions were to wait for an answer."
"Oh, really." She fanned the envelope once, twice while she considered it.
Opening Pandora's box might be less hazardous, she thought. With an elaborate sigh, she nodded. "Very well. Then I have to get back to work." On this project I already can't remember . She slit open the envelope with one long scarlet nail and saw Henry wince at the wanton disregard for the heavy cream bond paper.
Wear something I'll like, but no panties. Leave this in until I can take its place. Do not touch the button.
Go with Henry.
Now.
Sam
Sam, not Luke. Well, that was something, she supposed.
But… now ?
Getting a little high-handed, are we?
"Miss?"
She flicked a gaze toward Henry, not bothering to hide her displeasure.
He held out a glossy black bag, its handles cinched with a satin scarlet ribbon. "The Master wanted you to have this, as well."
She took it as though it were dynamite. And if Sam thought she was going to open it in front of Henry, he was delusional.
But, damn him, he also knew her insatiable curiosity. "If you'd wait outside for a moment…"
"Certainly." The nod was all dignity and circumspection.
He closed the door behind him, which made her wonder if he knew what was inside.
Or, heaven forbid, had been the person to pack it.
Slowly she drew the ribbon from its knot and laid it aside. Then she parted the tissue paper and peered inside. She frowned because she didn't know what she was looking at. Gingerly she touched the small object and withdrew it.
Only to be faced with some sort of double dildo, but the heads were not at opposite ends, they were…
A butt plug and a second head to slip into her vagina.
There was a small round switch on the bottom. She touched it, and it began to vibrate.
She chuckled. You are incorrigible, she silently told Sam, and wiggled her pelvis, rubbing her pussy lips against her chair seat.
Oh. Oh, sweet heavenly—
She smiled at herself and shook her head. She was going to do it, of course. Hadn't she been waiting to hear from him? Tempted to seek him out herself very soon?
Quickly she checked her calendar to refresh herself on what she had to accomplish tomorrow, then methodically she shut down her laptop and stowed it. Tomorrow was Saturday, she realized, and though she often came into the office on weekends, she took no appointments.
She was free and clear to play.
She reached beneath her skirt and wiggled off her thong, though privately she thought Sam was missing a good bet.
It was a wicked sexy thong. She tucked it into the empty black bag and locked the bag in her desk drawer.
Then she rose, parted her legs and bent over her desk slightly, cautiously first inserting the butt plug into her pussy to wet it, then after swirling it around her juices, withdrew it and placed both heads—thanks be neither was as big as Sam's—into their proper positions.
And couldn't stifle a moan.
She swiveled her hips, both to get them comfortable and to take a moment to relish how freaking good they felt inside her…
Then she rose, took a few steps to be sure they'd stay in place, and grabbed her purse and coat before making her way to the
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