Never Enough Ch. 06

Chapter Six: A summons

When I was young and used to play with my Barbie dolls, I would create whole worlds on my bedroom floor. I had a few different outfits for her, and a Barbie house, and a Ken, and various accessories that I'd saved up for with my pocket money and bought every few months when I could afford them.

Barbie would go on lots of adventures. Exploring new corners of my bedroom and discovering milk-bottle-top treasure in a jungle of pot-plants. Venturing out across bath-tub oceans on tiny ice-lolly-stick rafts. Climbing from vast plains of bedsheets up onto window-sill plateaus and looking out at the vast expanse of worlds beyond.

And one thing that was a recurring theme in all of Barbie's explorations and exploits, was that somewhere along the line, she would begin to lose her clothes.

Her dresses would snag on rocks and get pulled off, dropping down into the chasm below, impossible to retrieve. Out on the ocean, she would need to remove her blouse and skirt to make sails. And in the jungle, it was so hot that she discarded her clothes in favour of just a tiny paper loin-cloth attached to plaited cotton slung low round her hips.

Naughty Barbie rarely wore underwear, so the loss of her clothes rendered her naked, and vulnerable to whatever inhospitable land she was exploring. When she got home to Ken, he would be strict with her and tell her off for losing her clothes again.

But it was only as I grew into a teenager, less innocent, and increasingly aware of my own sexuality, that I realised where those fantasies led. I knew that, if I was the Barbie in those stories, I would want my Ken to take full advantage of my nudity. And if he was cross that I'd lost my clothes yet again, I would want to make it up to him in ways that were sexual, and submissive.

I used to masturbate in my bed, imagining Stuart - the boy I fancied in school - or sometimes Mr McArthur my young and handsome English teacher - throwing me onto the bed, positioning my body how they wanted, and fucking me.

The men of my fantasies were strong, and sexually dominant.

And they had enormous cocks which felt huge and satisfying inside me, filling me up in a way that my fingers couldn't.

I had no real life experience of cocks at all though, only what I'd seen glimpses of in some explicit karma sutra book my father had stashed in one of his desk drawers, with couples having sex in all manner of weird positions. But it couldn't have been just karma sutra because there were lots and lots of pictures of impossibly good looking men having their cocks sucked by slim, large-breasted women.

So before I'd even seen a real one, I knew I wanted one in my mouth. I think maybe that makes me unusual, but I used to get so turned on thinking about it.

I remember practising with a banana, and once a large courgette, getting a thrill from slowly putting it into my mouth without touching the sides, until it made contact with the back of my throat, and holding it there as I wanked myself to orgasm.

Spanking - my ultimate sexual fantasy - hadn't really entered my consciousness until I met Jack. But I do remember when I was young watching a movie where a man throws a woman over his lap and spanks her, and I felt a fizz of excitement inside me, and a stirring between my legs.

But another sexual fantasy didn't fully enter my life until later still. The seeds for this too had been sown in my teenage years, by another movie. In this one, a woman is tied up by gangsters, and her little cocktail dress is rucked up and you can see her knickers. The men are in suits, and big and tough, and she's so sexy and submissive and vulnerable, and I remember thinking "I wish someone would do that to me."

I loved the idea of my wrists and ankles being bound, rendering me helpless. And while I didn't explicitly think about it, that fantasy had always been there.

I remember being at university and hearing the song Torn on the radio, and mishearing the lyrics as "I'm cold and I am chained, lying naked on the floor". And again, I felt that little thrill inside me, and that yearning to be chained lying naked on a man's floor, waiting for whatever he wanted to do with me.

Well it was years and years before I got to experience what it was like to be tied up like that. And even though Stephen liked to restrain me sometimes - which I loved - it was my manager Benjamin of all people who took my bondage to the next level.

--

I had absolutely no idea what was in store for me as I walked into the building that Monday morning, and I had butterflies in my stomach. The new arrangement between Stephen and Benjamin started today, and I felt totally unprepared. In fact Stephen had made it as hard for me as possible this morning. Which I suppose is what I deserved after how I'd behaved last week.

As per the rules of my week of punishment, I'd been spanked - just like I would be again this evening, and every other morning and evening between now and Friday.

Before I'd even fully woken up, he'd started to kiss me and grope me, getting me so worked up and excited as his mouth and his hands explored my body, and he'd relieved me of my nightie.

He'd played with my nipples until they were rock hard for him, and then, to my surprise and shock, he'd grabbed the dreaded nipple clamps and attached them to my poor nipples, which had only just started feeling less tender after Saturday night.

The nipple clamps were the condition for being fingered by him, but instead of fingering me, he'd put me over his lap and given me a thorough spanking, which felt very cruel alongside my nipples being tortured like that.

I was so turned on after my spanking, and my bottom was stinging terribly, but instead of being fucked by him which is what I desperately needed, he had me lie on my back at the edge of the bed, and stood next to me, and slid his cock into my mouth, and his fingers into my pussy.

God it was heaven. Even though I needed his cock between my legs, this treatment had me moaning and whimpering with pleasure, muffled by my very full mouth.

Needless to say, he came, and I did not. There were no orgasms allowed for me in punishment week.

So you can imagine the state I was in by the time I'd finished licking his cock clean. And all of this before 7:30 in the morning.

I was beyond frustrated - badly needing to be filled and fucked. But instead I had to get up and get ready for work, and go and see Benjamin.

So here I was in the lift, surrounded by people, still aroused.

I had no knickers to make me feel better. They'd been confiscated for the week. And I was wearing quite a short dress which Stephen had chosen. Light blue, 60s style. The hemline brushed my bare thighs about halfway up, only perhaps 8 inches from my bare pussy.

The saving grace was that the dress was made of quite a thick cotton, with a modest neckline. Because in a tote bag over my shoulder were all my bras, to be delivered to Benjamin as he'd instructed me on Friday.

Finally, my nipples ached from the clamps, and my bottom was red and stinging. Before I'd left the house, Stephen had caught me in the hallway pulling my dress up to have a look at how red my bottom was in the mirror.

He'd chuckled and come over to me, taking me into his arms and smoothing the dress down over my bottom.

"Just make sure you don't go exposing anything to Mr O'Reilly and I'm sure you'll be totally fine. Okay?"

"Okay," I'd replied timidly, my pussy moistening as I melted submissively into his arms.

Oh how I wished I was still there in his arms, instead of walking down this corridor to my office, knowing that I had to face Benjamin at some point, in the state I was in.

--

A good chat with a couple of the girls in the office made me feel much better. It restored some much needed normality for me, and got me thinking about other things. It broke the spell of my arousal, and my subspace, and I found myself feeling much more prepared for the day ahead.

How ironic it was that just as I thought this, sitting at my desk and about to read some documents, that Benjamin's email arrived in my inbox and just the sight of his name there on the screen made my heart stop.

The subject line was "Update".

I took a moment to gather myself, and then clicked on it.

It said:

Jen,

My office. Quick as you can.

I need an update before I head out, and I have something for you. Bring your phone.

That was it. Just an order: "My office."

And what did he have for me? Some work for me to do, or something else entirely?

With shaking hands I closed the email, locked my screen, and stood up, smoothing down my dress.

"You okay?"

Helen, one of the clerks who I got along with brilliantly, was looking at me. She was a kind girl.

"You look like you've had a shock?" she said, looking anxious and concerned.

I smiled. "Oh it's okay. It's just... an unexpected demand from You Know Who."

"Ah," she said, looking relieved, and rolling her eyes in sympathy with me. "Yes, he's not what you need first thing on a Monday is he!"

We both laughed, although really I was a bag of nerves.

"I'll be back in a while. Would you be okay to check through those briefs this morning?" attempting an air of confidence and professionalism.

"No problem at all. Already started," she smiled.

"Thank you. Well, wish me luck!" I joked, trying to conceal how jittery I felt.

I grabbed my notebook, and then almost forgetting the tote bag I snatched it up and left.

"Good luck!" Helen called after me.

--

Once again, here I was, standing in the quiet stretch of corridor that Benjamin's office was on, facing his door. I could see my nervous reflection in the the shiny brass plaque.

BENJAMIN O'REILLY

Partner

As always, the blinds were closed.

Only one thing served to make me less nervous, and that was that his email suggested that this would be a brief encounter, before he "headed out".

I knocked, and heard his voice utter the word "Come". I took a deep breath, and went inside.

As usual, he didn't look up as I entered. He was intently studying a paper on his desk. He was in his shirt sleeves, and in the morning light he looked incredibly handsome. He would have made an excellent Mr Darcy. Or a Mr Rochester - but with shorter hair, and a sterner countenance.

I closed the door, put down the bag on the floor, and my notebook and phone on the side, and waited quietly for him to acknowledge me. Memories of the things that had happened in here last week brought colour to my cheeks, and I worked hard at regulating my breathing. This would be a short encounter, I reminded myself. He would be terse and demanding, but then it would be over.

Finally, he tidied up the papers, pressed the intercom and told his PA he was not to be disturbed, and looked up at me.

He said nothing, and neither did I. I shuffled slightly under his direct gaze.

"Take off your dress and hang it up on the hook there," he said at last.

My heart skipped a beat.

"I'm... sorry? Take off my dress?"

He tilted his head a fraction and frowned. "Yes. Is that not a clear instruction?"

"But... can I ask why?"

My palms were sweaty. My stomach was turning somersaults. And I felt my pussy become wet.

He considered this for a moment, and then said: "I should think it's obvious. I want you naked. I'm assuming you are naked underneath your dress? I banned you from wearing a bra this week, and your husband tells me that he's confiscated your knickers."

I swallowed. "Uh... yes I am naked underneath my dress," I confirmed. "But... I just..."

He interrupted me. "Take off your dress Jen. I don't have time for this charade. And you're hardly in any position to argue the point."

My mind was racing. I was in turmoil. I simply hadn't expected to have to strip naked in front of him first thing. I hadn't even done anything wrong.

But then again... I had, hadn't I. I'd hardly covered myself in glory last week, keeping everything from Stephen. And Stephen had been very clear with me that this was my punishment week, and that he'd given Benjamin carte blanche to punish me as he saw fit.

And then I realised that the turmoil I felt inside me was because alongside my fear of what Benjamin might do, I was also unbelievably aroused.

The answer was simple. I would do what I always did - I would acquiesce. Stephen wanted me to obey Benjamin. So I didn't need to worry about getting something wrong. And I didn't need to think for myself. I just needed to do as I was told.

And so without any more hesitation, I reached behind me and unzipped my dress.

--

Not many things make you feel more naked than being stood in front of someone, while your dress drops to the floor round your ankles, and you're stood there in just your high-heeled shoes.

Except perhaps having to step out of your dress, and then turn your back to the person watching you in order to hang up the dress, giving them a perfect view of your recently spanked bottom.

And also except perhaps what happened next.

He beckoned me with the slightest motion of his hand, and I walked self-consciously across the carpeted floor towards his large desk.

Everything was on display for him. My long bare legs, accentuated by the high heels. My perfectly smooth pubis. My shapely feminine figure, with my slim waist and quite large pert breasts - my nipples almost painfully hard and probably looking a little sore and swollen from having been in the grip of those nipple clamps just a couple of hours ago.

He looked me up and down dispassionately. And then told me to turn round.

I did as I was told, and as I stood there facing away from him, I heard his desk chair move, and then the sound of him coming round to me.

My breathing was shaky as I strained to hear exactly where he was. And then his hand touched the back of my right thigh and I jumped in surprise.

He ran his fingers gently up and over the curve of my bottom, and I felt my pussy become instantly even wetter at his soft touch.

He kept exploring every inch of where I'd been spanked, without uttering a word, and I found myself pushing my bottom back to meet his touch, my knees together, adopting the submissive stance that came so naturally to me.

When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter than usual, and I found his deep rich tone incredibly arousing, even though what he said wasn't what most people would call seductive.

"I'm glad that you've been properly punished. Your husband tells me you've had six spankings since Friday evening."

I said nothing, but quietly counted and found that he was right. In fact it was seven if you included my caning on Friday night, but perhaps he meant since then.

"Are your bras in that bag?"

"Yes," I replied, realising that I'd left the tote bag over by the door instead of giving it to him.

He slapped my bottom - short and sharp.

"Yes sir," he corrected me. "You have much to make up for, and you can start by showing me respect."

I'd gasped at the sudden smack, and quickly said: "Yes sir. Sorry. Sir."

"Good. Fetch the bag now please."

I quickly walked over to it and bent down to pick it up, acutely aware of his gaze. And then I had to walk back over to him again while he watched, sitting back on the edge of his desk with his arms folded.

I handed it to him, and he took it off me and immediately pulled out the contents. It felt very strange to see the bras I knew so well in the hands of my boss, here in his office. The skimpy blue lacy one. The black one with the pads to accentuate to cleavage. My sports bras. My little sheer flesh coloured one.

He went through them quickly.

"This is all of them?"

"Yes sir. I did have more but Stephen made me get rid of some."

He nodded, and standing up, he went round to the other side of the desk and sat in his chair.

"Sit down," he told me, and so I did as I was told, conscious that my wet pussy was now in contact with the chair leather, and hoping that I wouldn't leave a damp patch.

"Jen," he said, leaning back in his own chair to mark a more informal mood. "I've been looking at some of your previous work, and you have real potential. You employ an impressive level of creativity and lateral thinking."

"Oh, thank you. Sir."

I was completely taken aback at this praise. I'd heard it from previous managers, but I'd never expected it from him. It felt more special from him.

"You do lack discipline and accuracy however. As well as experience of course. And that's what I plan to help you with. I want you to shadow me on the McMannon case."

I felt a rush of excitement. To work on a high profile case like that was an amazing opportunity.

He went on: "You'll have noticed that I'm... exacting. My style is stick rather than carrot."

He uttered the words with an emphasis that made my pussy tingle.

"And with the arrangement that I've reached with your husband, I plan to be very strict with you, and exert full authority over you, to shape you into a truly outstanding barrister."

"Yes sir. Thank you." I replied, my heart pounding.

"Your submissive nature, sexually speaking, lends itself to that perfectly. And I note from the experience and reputation you do have, that you are at the same time a confident and assertive legal practitioner. Which is essential - you can't afford to be submissive in the courtroom."

"No sir."

He was right. It was only with my man that I was submissive. I was a strong and highly capable woman who took shit from no one the rest of the time. I had often pondered this seeming contradiction in my character.

And yet a quiet voice said: Submissive with my man, and also with Benjamin. Not so loyal then. No wonder Stephen had been so angry and upset.

Was it in fact the case that I would capitulate to any attractive, authoritative man who set out to dominate me? It was a disquieting thought.

But Benjamin was continuing to speak: "Get yourself fully up to speed on the case. You have access to everything."

He told me about a few specifics and as I listened intently, my brain switched into lawyer mode and I momentarily forgot that I was completely naked, perched there on the chair in just my shoes, with my hands folded neatly on my lap.

"We'll need to work closely together. I'm out this morning, but I'll be back around 2 or 3 I should think. Which leads me to the thing I want to give you."

He slid open a desk drawer and took out a small box which he placed on the desk.

I had to leave my chair briefly to pick it up, and as I sat down I opened it and felt my stomach flip.

It was clearly a sex toy. Perhaps 4 inches or so, lurid pink, and U shaped, with one end quite large and bulbous - clearly intended to go inside me.

I looked up at him in disbelief.

He looked back at me unblinkingly.

"Don't worry," he said. "I spoke to your husband a little while ago and he said he was happy for me to have you wear it."

"Wear it?" I asked, my stomach turning somersaults now.

"Yes. You'll put it inside you, and when I want to summon you, you'll feel it vibrate."

I stared at him. "I have to have it in me all day?"

"Yes. All the time you're at work. Now press on that button for 5 seconds."

I found the button, which was at the slimmer end - the end which looked like it would sit against my clitoris. I did as he said, and the device vibrated powerfully for a second.

"Good, now sit back and bring your feet up onto the chair, legs apart."

I was unbelievably turned on. And also momentarily frozen. He was telling me to spread my legs and display my pussy to him.

He had seen my pussy when I'd been bent over his lap. In fact his fingers had slid briefly against it accidentally or perhaps deliberately, but either way, the memory of it made my pussy throb.

But he hadn't seen my pussy displayed to him like this. I felt sure that this went beyond the agreement that he had made with Stephen. And yet he said they'd spoken about it just now, so Stephen must approve of it.

I shuffled back and brought my high heels up onto the chair, with my legs together, trying to keep my modesty for as long as possible. Although I knew that he could now see plenty.

In fact I knew that he would be able to see not just my pussy, but my anus too. But then he had seen that more than once while he spanked me.

"Legs apart," he prompted, with an edge of impatience.

And so I parted my thighs, spreading them wide, and I felt myself blush powerfully as I exposed everything to him.

I knew that my engorged pussy lips were now wide open for him, showing how wet I was. My arousal completely on display.

This was the final shred of dignity gone - he had seen everything now. I was truly submissive to him.

I looked up at him shyly and saw that he was looking directly between my legs.

"I have never seen such an attractive pussy," he told me matter of factly.

I was surprised at the fact he used the word "pussy" - I'd expected something more formal. And I was even more surprised at this compliment. He'd never previously passed comment on my body other than to remark on the effects of being punished.

"Thank you sir," I said quietly.

"How do you keep it so perfectly hair free?"

"Electrolysis sir. On my whole body."

It was true. Jack had spent thousands on it. 8 weeks of my life that I didn't enjoy much, but I enjoyed the results, and the men I'd slept with since had too.

Benjamin grunted in acknowledgement. "It looks like you should be able to slide it into yourself without any trouble. So do that now."

With shaky hands I put the bulb of the sex toy against the sensitive opening of my cervix. I was so sexually frustrated that I caught my breath at just that gentle touch. God it felt good.

One push, and my pussy accepted it inside, and as it slid fully into me I groaned a little whimpering noise of pleasure. I couldn't help it.

"Hands on the arm rests," he told me. And he got up from his chair and walked round to stand right in front of me.

I looked up at him, helplessly vulnerable to him, and desperately turned on now.

"Good," he said simply, looking down at my pussy. I realised that I was pushing my hips forward in little micro thrusts - some sort of instinctive response to having something inside me.

The slim end of the toy was indeed nestled against my clit, and it felt delicious the way it nudged against me.

He looked into my eyes.

"How does it feel?"

"Good," I admitted.

For the first time I saw something in his eyes. A human connection. Maybe it was desire. Maybe amusement. Whatever it was, I couldn't avert my gaze from his mesmerising face.

I longed for him to touch me. I hoped that perhaps he would push his finger into me, to check that the toy was in the right position. Or perhaps he would test that the other end of the toy was nice and snug against my clitoris. I longed for any touch at all.

But what I wanted above all else was his cock inside me. And it was this that made me break eye contact as I glanced down and saw the bulge in his trousers. I was sure he had a very big cock and I needed it.

I didn't even feel ashamed of this desire now. I was sure that Stephen wanted me to be in this state.

When I looked back up into Benjamin's face, I knew that he'd registered me looking at his crotch, because his expression was definitely amusement now. But he said nothing about it. Instead, he walked past me to the door, and then returned holding my phone which I'd left on the side with my notebook.

He looked at it, and then turned the screen to face me.

The phone unlocked, and he began to tap on the screen.

"I'm installing the app which connects to the vibrator inside you," he told me. "And then I'll connect it to my app so that I can control it from anywhere."

I said nothing to this, but the idea of him having the power to operate a vibrator in my pussy whenever he wanted was a heady prospect. It made me so aroused, and I groaned and wriggled a little, hoping to get some stimulation from the thing inside me.

But moments later I got my wish.

He put my phone down, picked up his own and a few seconds later I felt a powerful thrum inside me, right on my G-spot.

"Oh!!!!!" I cried out, wide eyed. "Oh god!!!!"

He chuckled, and the vibrating stopped.

"Well that's only level three," he said.

I was trying to calm my breathing as I asked how many levels it went up to.

"Ten," he said.

"Oh god," I replied, consumed with a mixture of horniness and fear. "And you're going to use that to... summon me?"

"That's right. When I need you, I'll do that. And then every minute or so that you don't arrive, I'll buzz you again at a higher level."

I realised that I had my mouth open, and I was looking at him like a woman in the throes of sex.

"But..." I breathed, "What if I'm with a client?"

"Then you'll need to make an excuse," he said. "But I don't believe you have any client meetings this week. Now, I'm going to just send a photo to your husband."

He took the photo, and then turned away and walked back behind his desk.

"Okay that's all for now Jen," he said, browsing the papers on his desk, and picking one up.

I was utterly dumbfounded. I didn't even move from my position with my legs spread for him.

He was calmly putting things in his briefcase and not even looking at me, and meanwhile I was in a state of unfulfilled sexual arousal. I couldn't believe that he was now dismissing me.

He looked up, seemingly surprised that I hadn't moved.

"You may go now Jen," he said. "Put your dress on, and make sure you keep your phone with you at all times."

"But..."

He frowned. "But what? I have somewhere to be, and you have a lot of material to read."

"But... I don't have any knickers to wear. I don't know whether... it will stay inside me."

There were many more worries I had as well. Like the fact that I was so wet that people would be able to... smell my arousal.

"Well you'll just have to make sure that it doesn't," he replied. "It's never been an issue before."

"Oh... have you had other women 'wear' one of these?"

"Yes, of course. I find it a very effective way of keeping them on their toes, and responsive. Now - off you go."

I lowered my feet to the floor and stood up shakily. He was right, the vibrator showed no sign of slipping out. Not yet at least.

I looked at the chair, which did indeed have a damp patch on it. But I said nothing.

He was looking at his phone as I picked mine up, and walked away towards the door. I unhooked my dress and stepped into it.

I thought that once I had it on I'd feel a bit safer about walking out of the room and rejoining my work colleagues. But in fact I didn't much. The thick cotton brushing against my nipples, and pressing on where the end of the vibrator touched the nub of my clitoris, did nothing to abate my arousal.

Underwear would have helped enormously, but of course I wasn't allowed any.

Benjamin looked up at me.

"I've had a reply from your husband. He says he's pleased with you, and he'll call you in ten minutes."

"Thank you sir," I said.

And then I turned and left.

---

A few hours later I was walking along the pavement carrying my lunch, and feeling much more composed.

I'd cleaned myself up in the bathroom after my encounter with Benjamin, and discovered that I could walk around normally without risk of the vibrator falling out - although I did have to clench my pelvic floor muscles when I sat down or stood up.

Stephen had called, and told me that the photo was beautiful and he was super horny for me.

He also told me he was proud of me, and he loved me, and he was glad I was being obedient.

The call made me feel much better - and while my feelings of arousal hadn't exactly gone, a morning of immersing myself in the McMannon case had helped a lot.

I popped into a little supermarket and picked up some things for dinner. Usually Stephen cooked, but I fancied making something special for him tonight.

My secret ploy was to seduce him into fucking me this evening. I felt that I had a decent chance now that he was feeling horny after seeing that photo of me with my legs spread.

I also grabbed some wet wipes, which I thought would probably be helpful to have in my little clutch bag after encounters with Benjamin.

I felt a little thrill of excitement inside me. I knew that Benjamin was going to trigger the vibrator at some point this afternoon, and who knew what might happen when I went up to his room?

And then this evening, Stephen would want to fuck me. He was pleased with me, he said, and I felt increasingly sure that he wouldn't be able to resist giving me a good seeing to.

My punishment week was turning out to be super exciting, I thought.

----

I spent the afternoon absorbed in the McMannon case, but when two o'clock came round I was a little distracted, and I felt fluttery inside, not knowing at what moment I might suddenly feel a vibration inside me.

Well two o'clock, and three o'clock, and then four o'clock came and went, and still there was nothing.

In fact I'd begun to assume that he'd forgotten, or been detained wherever he was with something urgent, and that nothing would happen after all.

But at about quarter to five, just as I was stood talking to Jafar on my team, the vibrator suddenly burst into life.

The surprise of it, combined with the intense stimulation right inside my pussy, made me gasp.

The sound of it was quiet, but definitely audible.

"Are you okay?" Jafar asked immediately. His eyes flitted around my body to see what might be the matter. Had he heard the vibration?

"It's my... phone," I stammered. "It gave me a shock."

My phone was in my little clutch bag on my desk a few metres away, but Jafar seemed to buy the excuse.

"Sorry, I need to just... go and make a call," I told him, as I quickly went and got my bag and began to dash out of the office.

"Oh... okay. No problem," he said, but I was already out in the corridor.

The second vibration hit me halfway along, and I gasped again, stopping walking and pressing my legs together.

God it felt good. Too good.

In a panic, I began to jog. I needed to get to Benjamin's office before the next vibration. Especially as it would be even stronger than the last one.

As I rounded a corner, I literally collided with Pete the mailman with his little trolley, sending a pile of parcels flying.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed. I didn't feel that I could just run off, so I hurriedly got onto my hands and knees and began to gather them up.

That was a bad mistake.

Being bent over pressed the vibrator harder against the wall of my pussy, and when the next vibration arrived, it almost floored me.

It buzzed hard against my G-spot and my clitoris at the same time, and I closed my eyes and cried out at how good it felt. I was incredibly wet now, and I had to take a moment before I could move again.

Amazingly, Pete didn't appear to notice, busy gathering the rest of the parcels. I stood up clumsily and plonked things down on his trolley, gabbling more apologies and dashing away. Goodness knows what he thought had got into me.

I was nearly at Benjamin's office when it vibrated again, and this time I had to put my hand on the wall and my hand between my legs.

It was so intense that if it had repeated just three or four times in quick succession, I think it might have actually made me orgasm then and there. But of course it didn't - just the one vibration, lasting perhaps 2 seconds, and then nothing again. Enough to drive me wild with pleasure for a fleeting moment, and then leave me a panting mess.

I got to his office and knocked on the door urgently. There was a moment, and then I heard him say "Come!" and I almost laughed at how apt that command was.

I almost fell into his office, closing the door behind me and looking at him incredulously, breathing hard. He was standing up behind his desk with his phone in his hand.

It was the first time I'd seen him laugh.

"Always effective," he said to himself, putting his phone on the desk. "Okay, good. Come here Jen. We have work to do."

"I don't know that I can think straight," I admitted. "I am so..."

"Aroused?" he suggested.

"Yes."

"Well then your husband should be in for a good treat this evening then. But right now we need to go through some developments."

He sat down, and pushed some papers across the desk towards me.

Trying to regain my faculties, I approached his desk and sat on the chair I'd been in earlier, except this time wearing clothes.

I picked up the top sheet and looked at it.

"This isn't the McMannon case," I said.

"No Jen it's not. It's something even more sensitive."

I looked again at the names, and then blinked.

"Jacobs. The foreign minister?"

"That's correct. He's got himself into a spot of bother. If we can help him out with it then it'll be extremely positive for the firm. Do you want to help?"

"Yes. Sir." I said hurriedly.

"Think you can handle it alongside McMannon? And your other clients?"

"Yes sir," I said at once.

"Good, in that case you can join me tomorrow at Michael Jacobs' country residence. He wants to discuss things somewhere he feels is secure."

"Oh, okay. Whereabouts is that?"

"Somerset. We'll need to travel there this evening and stay over nearby."

I hesitated for a moment. Benjamin O'Reilly was now proposing that we go away for the evening and stay in a hotel? There were alarm bells going off in my head.

"Your husband has okayed it," he said. "I suggest we meet at Paddington for 8pm."

"Right. Okay. Well yes, that's fine," I replied, my mind reeling. Gone was the evening I'd hoped for, of a relaxed dinner, and seducing Stephen. It would end up being a quick turnaround.

"Good, that's settled then. In light of that, I suggest I update you on McMannon briefly, and then we leave early."

He proceeded to give me a summary of the latest events in the McMannon case, and I was glad that I'd been able to spend most of the day studying the case because it was complex, and I would have been lost otherwise.

And then, once we were done, and my brain had switched into work mode, Benjamin threw me into disarray once again.

"Okay, now I propose that we end every work day with you removing your vibrator and giving it back to me."

My stomach flipped. He wanted me to expose myself to him again. And this was to be a regular thing?

"Does that also mean," I ventured to ask. "That every morning you want me to come up here and put it in again?"

"Correct. It's good to have a routine. And it gives us an opportunity to check in at the start and end of each day. Now, let's not delay ourselves. Into position on the chair please. I believe you can pull your dress up enough?"

With my heart beating hard again, I stood up, hoisted my dress up as best I could, and then lifted it.

I sat back on the chair, parted my legs, and once again fully exposed my wet pussy to Benjamin.

"Did you find that the vibrator stimulated your clitoris?" he asked me.

"Yes sir," I said, my hands on the arm rests, gathering my courage to pull the vibrator out of myself. For some reason it felt even more humiliating than putting it in.

"Good. Come on then. You can take it out now."

I took hold of the slim silicon and pulled gently. The bulb of the toy reached the entrance of my pussy and then, as I kept pulling, it popped out of me with a pleasurable sensation, followed by a feeling of loss.

It was of course covered in my juices. But Benjamin opened his drawer and pulled out a packet of wet wipes. So he'd had them there all along when I'd needed them.

He handed me one, and then, once I'd wiped the toy clean, and given myself a quick wipe too (which was the most embarrassing part), he held out his waste bin for me to put the wipe in.

I placed the toy back into its box which he'd put on the table for me.

"Good girl," he said, and the dominance inherent in him calling me that wasn't lost on me. And I loved it. I loved being his good girl.

"I'll bring this with us of course," he said, and I was slightly surprised. Would he want me to wear it later this evening? And tomorrow?

But I left those questions unanswered. I needed to get home and spend some time with my husband.

"I'll see you at Paddington at 8," he told me, as I stood up and smoothed down my skirt.

"Yes sir," I smiled, but as was his way, he'd already looked away, focused on something on his computer screen.

And so I left, making my way back down to my office to get my things, my mind whirling, and my pussy sopping wet yet again. What would the evening bring?