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my pussy.
    He acted as though he didn’t notice. “Put the chair back where it was.”
    I stood, draped my blouse over my arm and carried the chair back to its place against the wall. When I turned he was directly behind me.
    “That’s not where it was,” he said as he placed a finger against the clamp chain and twisted until it looped around his digit. “You need to learn to be more deliberate in your actions, Tessa.”
    He twisted one more time. The slack left the chain and pain sliced through my nipples. But the sensation somehow turned to pleasure by the time it reached my crotch.
    He released it.
    “Now put the chair in the correct spot.”
    I examined the wall. The chair should be directly underneath the painting, but I’d set it off-center to the right.
    What would happen if I misplaced it again? As I lifted the chair a second time, fear and need battled inside me.
    Need won. I intentionally overcorrected and set the chair too far to the left.
    Before I could release the chair and straighten, Mason’s hand was on my back, pushing me down.
    I caught myself with my palms on the rawhide seat.
    “Don’t move.” I heard him rustling behind me. He was unbuckling his belt.
    My heart raced.
    He raised my skirt and the stiff fabric stuck there at my waist. Reaching around with his left hand he wound his finger into the chain again.
    My breasts ached.
    Whack!
    His thick belt burned my thighs. My body shook with need.
    “Why are you so incompetent on the simplest tasks?”
    Whack!
    Pulses bolted from my ass to my fingertips.
    “I don’t know,” I replied.
    “You will learn…”
    Whack!
    “To follow instructions…”
    Whack!
    “And complete your work perfectly.”
    Whack!
    The backs of my thighs seared as though he’d taken a branding iron to them. This was too much.
    “Yes, sir.” My legs were so weak I thought I’d collapse.
    I needed him to stop this now. And I needed to be fucked, but it wasn’t him I was imagining fucking me.
    “I think you’ve learned your lesson,” he said. “Get back to work.”
    I picked up my blouse that had fallen on the floor.
    “Leave the clamps on. Leave the bra here. I have work to do.”
    Tears broke through and hung in the corners of my eyes. I rushed out of the office and into the bathroom.
    How could he be so cruel as to humiliate me, get me so needy, and throw me out of his office?
    I’d awakened this morning thinking maybe I loved this job and now I hated it. My body was pulsing and stinging and burning.
    I was too angry to try to satisfy myself in the bathroom this time. I put my blouse on over the clamps and went to make some copies, allowing the rhythmic hum of the machine to ease the tension away.
    By the time five o’clock rolled around, the monotony of copying and filing had calmed me.
    As I returned to the reception desk, Mason strode up, apparently ready to go, with his hat on, briefcase in hand.
    “Tessa,” he said, stopping me in my tracks.
    “Yes?” I tried to sound as though his presence didn’t intimidate and confuse me.
    He reached up, grasping the chain through my thin blouse and tugged.
    A strange warble sounded in my throat.
    “I expect perfection from now on.”
    “Yes, sir,” I whispered.
    He released the chain, turned on his heel and walked out.
    *****
    After a few calming breaths, I headed for the bathroom to remove the clamps. I certainly didn’t want the security guard or the parking attendant—or worse, the nice lady from the office next door—to notice them as I left the building.
    But just as I reached the bathroom, I heard a voice calling my name.
    I turned and noticed Dixon’s office door was open a few inches, although I couldn’t see him.
    “Tessa, is that you?”
    “Yes,” I said hoarsely. I cleared my throat.
    “Come in here, please.”
    I took a deep breath and pushed his door open.
    He was sitting in the big leather chair behind his desk. The black shirt made him look more dangerous.
    God, that turned me on.
    I