Command Me Books One & Two(14)
Sir said, Don’t keep me waiting, Sarah. I might decide you’re being disobedient and share all the pictures I took, and there are several.
Sorry Sir.
Hurry up.
Fear and adrenaline got her moving. She stripped off her calf-length skirt and blouse before opening the bag to see what Sir wanted her to wear. She prayed for normal clothing. Her prayer was partially answered.
The bag held a sleeveless, zipper-front mini dress. The bright red material stretched over her breasts, hugged her curves, and ended at the tops of her thighs. She knew that the second she sat down she would be flashing her panties. But she supposed that was the idea, if the skimpy lace G-string at the bottom of the bag was any indication.
She changed her panties quickly and then rushed back to her desk so she could stash the bag containing the clothes she’d worn to work. The phone chimed just as she reached her desk.
Very pretty. Now get to work. You’ll be hearing from me.
Yes Sir.
Sarah dropped onto her chair and stared at her computer, though she didn’t see the screen. How had a simple bet with Joel gone so horribly wrong? No. This was beyond horribly wrong. This new situation endangered her career if she stepped wrong.
She had to find out who Sir was and destroy those pictures. But first she had to survive the day and hope that whatever Sir demanded of her didn’t get her fired.
Command Me Book 2
Friday
Week two and no leads. Sarah stopped her car in front of the valet station and waited for one of the three attendants to open her door. They seemed to argue before one split from the pack to approach her car. The other two trailed him. They each wore a wide knowing grin.
“Morning, Ms. Morgan.” The attendant said the greeting to her breasts, not that Sarah blamed him. The deep V-neck of her blouse did show a generous amount of her cleavage.
His gaze dropped lower when she swung one leg out of the car. The side split of her tight jersey cotton skirt gaped open and revealed her lack of panties as well as the two golden bells dangling at the end of the clamps attached to her pussy lips. She could have swiveled to the side and exited the car with her legs together, avoiding the slip. Except it wasn’t a slip and she didn’t want to avoid it.
Sir insisted she use the valet service and flash the attendants. After two weeks, the men who worked the station knew what to expect and gathered for the show.
One attendant said, “Nice bells, Ms. Morgan.”
Sarah wanted to ignore him, but Sir wouldn’t approve of her being rude. She gave the attendant a wan smile. “Thank you.”
The man handed her a claim ticket, took her keys and sat in her car but didn’t drive away. He and the two other attendants stared at her as she made her way to the elevator, not trying to hide their blatant behavior. Not any longer. The first few times, the men had whispered to themselves and laughed. Now they watched and waited.
The phone attached to Sarah’s wrist with an armband vibrated. Since Sir insisted she keep the phone with her at all times, she’d gotten the armband. It was the first thing she put on in the morning and the last thing she took off before going to bed. That was how paranoid Sir had her. She didn’t want to give him any excuse to send out the pictures he’d taken of her and Joel.
She pressed the elevator button before checking the message.
Did you give the young men their tip?
The elevator chimed its arrival before Sarah could answer. She stepped on, turned around to face the doors, hooked her fingers into the sides of her V-neck and then tugged. Her breasts spilled into the open. The men whistled and clapped—whether for the sight of her bare breasts or the cascading golden necklace she wore dangling from her taut nipples, she couldn’t be sure.
The elevator doors closed and she straightened her blouse. A resigned sigh passed her lips. Another day. Another set of commands that would dig her deeper into the hole she occupied.
Her phone vibrated with a new message. Sir said, Next time don’t make me remind you.
Sorry Sir.
Nipples out until you reach your floor. Be subtle.
Yes Sir. Sarah adjusted the edges of the her neckline so the V let her nipples show while making it appear accidental in case anyone saw her. Knowing Sir and his uncanny ability to know her movements as well as those of the people nearest her, she felt sure that someone would be seeing her display.
She clutched her purse strap with both hands and willed the elevator not to make any stops. Her will wasn’t strong enough. The elevator chimed a stop. The doors slid open and Robert from tech support entered. He moved close to Sarah’s side while facing the doors.
“Morning, Robert.” She didn’t want to talk to him but had to or else Sir would give her another punishment.