Joel laughed. “Yes. Yes. The bet still ends at the same time. After that I’ll have to find another way to make you my slave.”
“You already did.” Rubbing her breasts against his chest, she asked in a baby voice, “Please may I come, Master?”
All mirth left Joel’s face. His eyes darkened. In a flurry of movement, he undid Sarah’s bindings, tugged down his own pants, lifted her so she straddled his waist, and then buried his dick deep in her pussy. He rasped, “Come for me, sweets. Only for me. Come now.”
“Yes, Master. Oh yes, Master. Thank you. Thank you.” Sarah gripped Joel’s shoulders as she bounced on his dick, riding him into the orgasm she wanted and desperately needed.
Joel captured her lips for another intense kiss. With his fingers digging into her ass, he held her as he bucked. His release slicked the way for him to go faster. He wasn’t going to stop and Sarah didn’t want him to.
It didn’t matter how they had gotten to this point. They were here.
***
Monday
Sarah sat gingerly on her seat, wincing at the well-used muscles that complained at the added pressure. Staying with Joel all weekend might not have been the brightest idea. They’d had sex, sex, and more sex—as if they were trying to make up for the years of not being together in a two-day period.
Everything had felt amazing at the time. After a good night’s sleep in her own bed— because staying with Joel would have meant no sleep—her body had lodged a few complaints about her choice of exercise routines. But that only meant she had to do more so she got used to it. She knew Joel wouldn’t complain.
She peeked over her cubicle to see if he’d arrived yet. They’d decided to keep their new relationship private for a while. So long as they were discreet, no one need know they were no longer rivals.
Correction—they were still rivals. Business rivals. That would never change. Sarah still had every intention of winning that trip to Hawaii and the raise.
The sound of someone’s cell phone chiming interrupted her brainstorming of how to accomplish the feat. She sucked her teeth, wishing that the person had silenced the annoying tone. It took her a second to realize the sound was coming from her own desk.
She opened the top drawer and found a pre-paid phone with her name taped to it. She tapped the button to accept the text message and then almost dropped the phone.
It showed a picture of her in the French maid’s outfit bent over and taking a feather duster anal plug up her ass courtesy of Joel. The person taking the picture had gotten the perfect angle to see everything.
The caption accompanying the picture said, I saw you.
Sarah barely had time to comprehend what the photo and the message meant when the phone alerted her to another incoming message. Another picture loaded. This one showed Sarah trussed up in the backyard. It was a back view and had the top of the privacy fence in the bottom of the frame. It also had the same caption.
When another message chimed, Sarah didn’t want to see it. She opened it and her heart thundered in her ears at the sight of her and Joel standing in his backyard fucking. Again the points of the privacy fence were in the bottom of the frame.
The message that came with this picture said, Unless you want your coworkers and clients to see, you’ll do as I say.
Sarah stood up and looked around. She was early. The only other person in the office was Evan and she knew these messages couldn’t be from him. Could they?
No, that was ridiculous. There had to be someone else in the office. She typed back, Who are you? What do you want?
You will call me Sir and I want four things from you. Do them and I keep your secret. 1—Keep this phone with you at all times. 2—Do exactly what I say, when I say, how I say. 3—Don’t tell anyone about this, especially Joel. 4—You don’t get a safe word.
This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. Sarah read and reread the text over and over. She startled when the phone chimed again.
Tick-tock, Sarah. What’s it going to be? Obedience or the pictures spread far and wide just like your legs were on Saturday when Joel fucked you on his carpet?
What choice did she have? She didn’t want those pictures to get out. Nothing she’d done was shameful, but those weren’t the type of pictures she wanted her coworkers and clients to see.
She replied, Yes Sir.
Yes Sir what?
I’ll obey, Sir.
Yes you will. Let’s get you into something more comfortable. There’s a bag waiting for you in the second stall of the ladies’ room. Go change.
Sarah left her desk and headed for the restroom. As Sir had said, there was a paper bag in the second stall. Before she could check the contents, the phone chimed again.