I held out my hand for it but he waved me away, absorbed. He sat down in his chair to study it so I went to my side of the desk and sat down. Suddenly, Mr. Stone leapt up and I gasped in fright.
"You're a genius. I'll be back soon," he said and kissed me before practically bolting out of the room.
Um ... thanks?
For the next half hour I kept going through various contracts, putting sticky notes on pages and getting that feeling of being a duck on a pond: paddling furiously beneath the water but not really getting anywhere.
My eyes started to glaze over and my mind drifted off to more enjoyable things ... like Mr. Stone and his wonderful cock. Where was he anyway? Could I sneak up on him, crawl under his desk and suck his cock?
Oh, to do that in his office. I nearly moaned at the thought. Maybe it was because that was where he first spanked me, bent over his desk. I wanted to be in that room, kneeling in front of him.
This was all serious, deadly serious, but that meant we needed something to relieve the stress. He could spank me ... he could fuck me. I stood up, ready to go find him.
"I want you. Now," Mr. Stone said, clasping my neck from behind. Damn him being so quiet! I moaned and pressed myself back against him.
I felt wanton and crazed and my fantasy was overriding my mind.
"I want to go to your office. I want you there."
His breathing was heavy, like he'd been jogging. I felt his fingers tense on my collar and he brought his face down close to my throat and breathed in my scent.
"You have been obedient. I will give you what you want," he whispered and then stepped away from me and let out a breath.
"Meet me outside in fifteen minutes. I have something to do first."
He rushed out to the other room and I headed for the other door before we could grab each other again. Another moment more and we'd be fucking on the table.
Upstairs I had a shower in all of one minute and then found a silky blue dress that fit me like a glove. I wore no bra or underwear - the dress was too tight for that. I stepped into a pair of matching blue heels and silently complimented Mi-oh on her taste. I rushed downstairs as fast as my heels would allow and found her waiting outside with the Bentley. She nodded in appreciation and then opened the car door for me. For the first time ever I heard Mr. Stone behind me, his shoes echoing on the polished wood floor. He hustled me into the car and then we were off.
We didn't speak the entire way but his fingers traced patterns over my palm and then stroked up my arm and then down to my thigh. I took a lot of deep breaths and concentrated on the view outside the window, telling myself that I had permission to get hot and bothered once we were at the office.
*
We arrived and Mr. Stone took a black case from the trunk before escorting me inside. It was still a work day, albeit late in the afternoon but Mr. Stone didn't seem to care about the looks we were getting. As I walked beside him wearing his collar I realized that I didn't either. Let them look.
We went to the standard elevators and up to the office. My resolve to not get too hot and bothered started to weaken as we ascended. The elevator seemed to magnify his scent and no matter where I looked, I could still see him watching me. We reached the top floor and I followed him through to his office. The black mahogany doors closed behind us and then locked with a soft click. It was only a faint sound but it sent my mind into overdrive. The last time the door had been locked, Mr. Stone had me fuck myself with a vibrator while sitting in his chair.
"You know, we didn't get a chance to start your training," Mr. Stone said. He unclipped the case, each lock echoing through the room.
I snorted and then quickly covered my mouth at the look he gave me. No, we didn't start training but then again ...
"I told you I would earn your trust."
He opened the case to reveal a length of thin rope.
"Kinbaku means tight binding. Or sometimes people call it kinbaku-bi. The beauty of tight binding."
As he spoke he unspooled the rope and tested it in his hands. With every movement I found my desire growing. He gave me the rope and I ran it through my hands. It was soft but I could feel it was strong.
"Do you remember your safety word?" Mr. Stone asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Yes, sir," I answered. Red crept up my face. "Molotov."
"Do you trust me?" he asked, sliding the rope out of my hands.
He had asked me this question before but my answer before had been ... well, not a lie. I did trust him and he could trust me. I just had secrets before.
"Absolutely, sir."
"I'm going to tie one arm behind you and connect it to the ceiling beam. The rope will wrap around your body. Then I'm going to use a toy. But you will be the one in control of it."
I'll be in control? The devilish look on his face was making me wet just standing there.
"Please start." I dragged out the pause as long as I dared. "Sir."
"Undress. I want you naked."
There wasn't much to the dress I was wearing and I had no underwear on anyway so it only took me a moment to slip out of it and step down from my heels. As the blue folds of the dress slid down my body, Mr. Stone watched. As soon as I was naked I slipped my middle finger into my mouth to wet it and then traced it down my body. I cupped my pussy and slipped my finger inside.
I saw Mr. Stone swallow and when he moved, his hard cock pushed against the front of his pants.
"Hands by your sides," he said, his breath halting.
I slipped my finger out but couldn't help moaning as I did. I kept my gaze on Mr. Stone. He stepped closer to me and then grabbed me by the wrist. He lifted my hand to his face and sucked on my wet middle finger. I swear I almost came right then as his tongue rasped over my skin. He then pulled my finger out of his mouth and pushed my hand down forcefully to my side.
I got the message: no more disobedience.
He turned back to the case and lifted out two black eggs connected by a thin piece of plastic. I felt my temperature rising as soon as I saw them. He also held a bottle of lubricant.
"My, aren't you prepared, sir," I said. I don't know why I was feeling so cheeky. I just wanted to defy him for some reason. To push.
Mr. Stone stepped behind me and I felt him dab cold gel on my ass. I sighed as it instantly warmed and I felt pleasure coursing through me. The memory of him fucking my ass came rushing back and I didn't even realize I'd tilted my hips until he gave me a soft smack on the rump.
"Breathe, slave," he whispered in my ear. I felt a soft roundness touch my entrance and then he slowly pushed the egg inside me. A moment later he pushed the other one inside my pussy and I held both in place.