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lack of potential rivals made me hope I had been looking too far afield for why her skirts had gotten tighter and shorter and the necklines low enough to make me drool in the morning coffee she delivered to my desk.
    Mia wanted me to notice her. Now I had to find out if the desire was her own or that of a shadow employer -- some competitor or maybe an entity opposed to my clients.
    Sliding a desk drawer open, I removed a blindfold.
    As much as I wanted to rise from my desk and begin the second phase of interrogation, I made myself wait a few more minutes, ensuring her senses would be heightened beyond any level she had experienced by the time I touched her.
    Making use of the time, I looked over Trent's file on Mia. She had grown up in North Carolina. Her father had died before her fourth birthday. Her mother had remarried a few years later, but died a few weeks after Mia graduated high school. Plans to attend Duke University had been abandoned in favor of two years at community college.
    Running the blindfold through my fingers, I stood and started my approach. My senses had sharpened in the near dark and I could smell the pleasant odors of her distress before I had crossed half the distance that separated us. It wasn't fear plugging my nose or coating my tongue but arousal.
    My steps fell more heavily as I forced my feet to take a slower pace. I wanted to be on her, in her, exploring just how deep the submissive streak I had noticed in her these last four weeks went. I wanted to test how tight and hot and wet she was and how much her body's reaction surprised her. I didn't think Mia knew she had a submissive side. My balls ached at the idea of introducing the sharp, confident Mia who had never met a task she couldn't handle to the Mia who wanted nothing more than to be draped across my desk, her bottom red from the discipline I was about to deliver as her sweet cunt wept for more.
    "Don't jump, Mia."
    I brought the blindfold up, letting the fabric brush against her softer-than-silk cheek before I covered her eyes and tied the knot. At the sound of her surprised gasp, I leaned into Mia, her generous bottom enfolding my erection. Her body made a little dip and I thought for a second she would pass out. I pressed harder against her, crowding her closer to the corner walls so she would remain upright.
    "You left something off your resume, didn't you?"
    She stuttered a "yes" at the same time her ass cheeks squeezed at my dick. My hands dropped automatically to her hips to keep her from repeating the motion and unraveling my control. I leaned in to ask my next question gently but right into her ear.
    My mistake -- she squeezed again, almost killing my restraint. My brain clicked into auto-pilot, the questions coming out but the answers irrelevant for the moment. I would watch her responses tonight before I deleted the video.
    Before then, I would touch her, make her come, spank that full round ass for putting me in this state and for the omission, and fuck her. Definitely, I would fuck her. I wouldn't be able to deal rationally with her until I had experienced her quivering around my cock.
    I circled one arm around her waist and gripped her hip more roughly, pulling her to me. We were getting closer to the point where her instinct would be to run, to ask for release. To promise she would go and never come back. No way in hell could I allow that.
    "Who are you really working for?" I asked.
    The question provoked another physical response, her ass moving in synchronicity with her mouth as she answered. Her bottom all but stroking my dick, I moved my hand lower until my fingertips waited just above her mound. Their placement triggered another physical response, her body arching, so that all of that lush, lush ass pressed hard against my cock, balls and lower stomach.
    She wanted me in her, fucking her, even if she might not be ready to admit it. I gave myself a few more seconds of that delicious wiggle of hers before I denied her