Chapter 15 - 15

He pulled one hand away slowly. But when I tried to move, I found out he'd just transferred his hold on my wrists to one of his giant hands. Despite the loss, the grip was still too strong for me to break even if I had wanted to. However, I didn't dare try out my theory. His other hand reached up and grasped my chin while his thumb pressed its way into my mouth holding it open for his pursuing tongue to thrust hard into.

I could feel how soaked my panties were as I pressed down into his rock-hard cock and jammed it tightly against my pussy. I tried hard to obey him and not rub against it as I so desperately wanted to.

His mouth soon left the plundering of mine and he began to rain kisses down my neck. I threw my head back and cried out the pleasure his hot lips were causing me. My neck had always been a source of pleasure for me, and the minute his lips touched against it I broke out into goosebumps causing every place his body was touching mine to become hyper-aware. His hand slid down from my chin and cupped one firm breast gently at first, but when he realized that the bra that I had on was padded he growled slightly and squeezed much harder. He found the nipple underneath and pinched it roughly sending a bolt of arousal from my nipple to my already soaking wet pussy. It clenched tightly and begged for something solid to hold on to. I thrust my hips forward hoping he would get the hint, but instead all he did was pull back giving me a disapproving glare.

"I told you not to move, Mia," he berated.

I cursed at him softly trying to catch my breath long enough to be able to understand what was going on here.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to get closer," I explained in an almost whiny voice.

"That's not your call," he reminded me gruffly, "and did you just call me a fucking bastard?"

"I know. I'm sorry, Sir," I said quickly. "I just, I was so turned on and then you just stopped, and now I'm so frustrated and I'm new to all of this."

"I know you are," he said softly as he stroked his fingers down my cheek once again, in a soothing way this time.

"Unfortunately for you, you will be punished regardless. Moving once when you're told not could have been overlooked. But not twice, and you are never to be so disrespectful that you call your Master by his name no matter how much he pisses you off. Instead of my preferred method of punishment, which is spankings, and seeing as you still have not signed your contracts. I will just have to send you home with a rule: You are not allowed to touch yourself unless I say so no matter what happens or how turned on you get. You are not allowed to touch yourself. Do you understand?"

I looked at him as if he were crazy. I was already thinking to myself that the first thing I was going to do when I got home was open my bedside table and have around with Mr. Happy and his friends. He lifted me off his lap and held me by my shoulders until I found my feet. When I was steady, I smoothed my skirt down until I was sure it covered up as much of my body as it could. He lifted my chin up and stared into my eyes for a moment as if he were searching for something and he must have found it because his smile was victorious.

"Go home and I mean it, Mia, nothing touches you except for me until I say so. If you disobey me, I'll know it tomorrow when you come into work and you will not like the punishment then. Do I make myself clear?" he said pushing me towards the door.

His words as much as the warning in his voice gave me a moment of pause, there was something worse than a little sexual frustration and I was sure I didn't want to find out about that. Not to mention, I had to come to work on a Saturday, I guess I should be upset about that, but it just meant a day where I could see him again.

"Yes, Sir," I said as I walked out of his office.

By the time I got home the next day I was tired, stressed and yet I was so sexually wired I could go off with one touch. What had happened in Reed's office yesterday had been running through my head on a constant loop and didn't help calm me down at all.

Reed had been a tyrant today, treating me nothing like a sub, or a secretary for that matter. I was more of a slave running around the office like a chicken with my head cut off. It also didn't help that at every possible opportunity he would purposely brush up against me and set my already fried nerves ablaze again.

When he would hand me a piece of paperwork that he needed to be faxed, filed, or filled out he'd brush or lean up against my arm or my side. A few times he asked me to look at some paper he'd have on his desk and when I stood next to him, even at an appropriate distance, I'd feel his hand run down the back of my knee almost making me drop to the floor a few times. Whenever I would look at him to try to call him on his actions, he would act all innocent. The last time was when he asked me to bring him a cup of coffee, he purposely came up behind me and rubbed his body against my back in a pretense of going around his desk to sit down.

He couldn't fool me though. I knew he was doing it on purpose, and this was all a part of whatever sadistic scheme he had dreamed up to punish me for yesterday.

Frustrated and at the end of my rope, I got up and got my briefcase to pull out the contract figuring that if I was already this tightly wound that I did not want to go another week with him torturing me this way. After a brief search, I realized that in my daze I had left them on my desk at work. I promptly jumped up and grabbed my purse preparing to walk all the way back to grab them and silently hoping Reed would not be there.

"Hey Mia, looking for this?" Lizzie asked as she walked in the door that I had just thrown open and held up a set of papers in her hands.

I immediately recognized the symbol on the top one of the first page as the logo for The Dungeon and felt a sense of relief wash through me, since now I would not have to run back to the office and try to face Reed again without ripping off his or my own clothes.

"Oh, thank goodness. I thought I was going to have to walk all the way back to work and with everything going on, I wasn't sure if I could handle that tonight," I said walking back to the couch on almost visible shaky knees.

"What happened?" she inquired.

She walked over and opened my fridge to grab out the bottle of wine that she knew would be in there, then casually helped herself to a glass after she had brought me one. I blushed deeply not answering her at first still completely embarrassed by what I had done.

"I called him a fucking bastard," I finally whispered after taking a fortifying drink of my wine.

She stared at me with her mouth working as if she had something to say but couldn't quite get it out. A sound finally emerged from her mouth, and in an instant, she broke into hysterical laughter.

"I don't see what's so damn funny?" I snapped at her, my hands going to my hips as I glared at her.

"You... you... you-" she stuttered out between loud bursts of laughter and snorts.

"Yes, I called him a fucking bastard. But only because he stopped when I was so close!" I said throwing up my hands in frustration.

That, of course, just set off another peel of laughter from her, which had her doubled over and clutching her stomach. I stood there tapping my toes until her laughter was done. When she took a few deep breathes and wiped some tears from her eyes she finally managed to speak.

"Oh, yes. That is extremely hard to get used to, I understand. Up until this point you've been used to either not being close enough to care or satisfying yourself.. But believe me delayed gratification, yeah, it's totally worth it," Lizzie said, a glazed look in her eyes that spoke volumes about the intense memories that were running through her mind.