Purely Professional (16 page)

“Thank you, sir.”

“You don’t…” he began, and she knew he wanted to tell her not to call him sir, but she didn’t care. At that moment, Bridget wanted to please him, to let him experience what she’d experienced.

She dropped to her knees.

Her hands trembled with anticipation as she brought the zipper down, freeing his cock. When she wrapped her hand around him, she heard his sharp intake of breath. This was the first time she’d been able to touch him. She wasn’t tied up now, and she was going to repay him for the way he’d made her feel. Bridget leaned forward and took him into her mouth.

Max twitched, stifling another moan, and she began sucking, sliding her lips down to the base of his shaft, then back up. When she reached the head, she swirled her tongue around it, then slid her mouth back down again. With one hand, she reached up to cup his balls.

Max tangled both his hands in her hair and held her head in place, beginning to fuck her mouth.
Oh
…that was new, and unexpectedly hot. If it was supposed to be demeaning, she didn’t care, not when she was still wet and turned on all over again. She relaxed her throat and let him take control, knowing what he needed, and realizing that she
wanted
to feel him overpower her. She loved the sensation of his hard cock thrusting into her mouth, the way she could feel his legs quivering slightly, the tight grip of his hands on her hair. His thrusts became shallower, and she knew he was close.

He pulled back, surprising her, and yanked her to her feet. Before she could say anything, he spun her around and pinned her over the desk. Max ripped her panties down, kicked her legs apart and pressed deep with one smooth thrust.

Bridget cried out, throwing her head back, a wave of pleasure washing over her. He held her down with one hand on her back, pressing her against the cold metal surface as he thrust hard and fast into her. She remembered her fantasy in the restaurant their first night together, when she’d imagined him taking her like this, and the reality was so much better she could only close her eyes and bask in it. Mouth open, she knew she was making soft gasping moans with each thrust of his hips, unable to hold back. It was too fast, too much, and yet not enough, never enough, and she felt the familiar spiraling heat beginning again.

Max slid his other hand around between her legs and found her clit, rubbing it with hard, jerky motions as his thrusting grew more and more erratic, holding her down harder. He clearly wasn’t going to last long, but neither was she. With a shuddering moan, she felt him come hot and wet inside her, and the sensation pushed her over the edge of another overwhelming climax.

When they had both come down, she felt him withdraw and step back, and she pushed herself up from the desk with arms that felt boneless. He wiped the back of his hand across his sweaty forehead, taking several deep breaths. Then he pulled some tissues from a box on his file cabinet and handed them to her, taking a few for himself.

Bridget supposed she should probably feel awkward, but all she felt was satisfied as she straightened her clothing and pulled up her panties. She couldn’t stop smiling.

“What?” Max asked.

“What do you mean, ‘what’?” Bridget cocked her head.

“You’re grinning like the Cheshire cat over here.” He smiled as he zipped up his trousers.

“I’m happy,” Bridget said, and it was true.

He took her into his arms and kissed her. She stiffened for an instant, surprised, and then relaxed into his arms. He felt so warm and firm. With one hand sliding into his hair and one pressing between his shoulder blades, she held him against her. She could feel him smiling against her mouth.

Bridget drew away first, disengaging, leaning back in his arms and looking up at him.

“That was something else.” He stroked her back.

“Thank you. I think I love sucking your cock.”

He grinned even wider at her foul language. “You’re very good at it.”

“I know you didn’t tell me to,” she said, feeling the need to explain herself, “but I really wanted to do it.”

“I’m not your Dominant right now. But I’m really glad you did.” He dropped a kiss against her lips. “Come on. Get your toys and let’s get out of here.”

* * *

Bridget lay awake that night unable to sleep, thinking of Max. She licked her lips. Even after brushing her teeth, she could still taste his saltiness against her tongue. She had loved the musky scent of him, the way he’d held her hair, the abandoned way he’d fucked her, the way he groaned when he came. It was devastatingly hot, and was this what she’d always been missing?

She’d written another blog post that night and had tried to capture the feeling of going down on him, the breathy noises he’d made, the way she’d felt when he was teasing her mercilessly in the midst of a lecture hall. Of course, she’d changed the location and circumstances, wanting to preserve anonymity for both of them, but the events remained the same. After she’d posted it, she’d taken some time to read the comments they were getting.
Sultry Submissions
had become even more popular since the previous week. Maybe things would taper off eventually, but the hits kept coming each time she posted a new entry. It was a heady feeling.

Staring up at the ceiling that night, she thought back to the previous week. Yes, it was wonderful to have her career picking up, but that satisfaction was nothing compared to the satisfaction she felt when Max came inside her. Somewhere in the past few days, she had begun to care more about making him happy than she did about pleasing her editor. It frightened her…but not as much as it probably should have. When Max looked at her right after orgasm, his blue eyes lust-blown, lips swollen with her kisses, it was hard to think of this as anything professional.

As Bridget fell asleep, she wondered when that had started.

Chapter Fourteen

Bridget was just settling back in to work on her computer after lunch on Friday when the doorbell rang. As she padded to the door in her slippers, she hoped that the interruption wouldn’t take her too far away from work. Several deadlines were coming up the following Monday, and she had to review quite a few articles before the day was done.

A courier stood there with a package for her. She signed the electronic tablet and took the box, curious. The return address just said “Erebos.” Ah, clever. Her heartbeat was already quickening as she opened the box. Inside, she found two padded envelopes labeled “Open first” and “Open second.”

Bridget tore open the first padded envelope and pulled out a little purple silicone toy.

Even though she’d never used one, she recognized it right away. The silicone anal plug had a very narrow tip but swelled out toward the bottom, then narrowed again sharply just above the flat base. She turned it over in her hand a few times, her pulse quickening.

A note was peeking out of the envelope. A tube of lubricant fell out along with it.

This is an anal plug.
You’re going to wear it today while you’re working
,
but first I want you to warm up a bit.
Go upstairs and touch yourself until you’re good and wet
,
then insert the plug.
Make sure to use the lubricant and go slow.
Stop if it hurts.
Once it’s in
,
you can touch yourself
,
but don’t come.
Wear the plug for two hours
,
after which you’re going to open the second envelope for more instructions.
Enjoy.

-
Max

Bridget stared at the note, then at the plug, and felt a little thrill of arousal and anxiety. She took the lubricant and toy upstairs to her bedroom, mind racing in anticipation. She’d never done any anal play before, had turned it down with previous boyfriends, but Max’s predictions so far about what she’d like had been uncanny. If he wanted her to do this, she’d probably enjoy it.

Once on the bed, she slid her pants and underwear down to her knees and lay back. First she slicked the toy with lubricant, then her ass. Fuck, that was cold. As instructed, she began to rub her clit. Getting “good and wet” wasn’t going to take very long at all, but it felt so good to touch herself, even though she knew how difficult it would be to stop. All right, she should probably move on before she got too carried away.

Bridget exhaled as she touched the toy to herself, then gently started to push it in. It felt strange: not painful, just a bit uncomfortable. Aside from the physical sensations, though, this made her feel naughty, and she
liked
that. She felt a little pain and stopped, panting, and the sensation of the toy half-pressed into her was dirty and wrong and oh, so good. When the pain subsided, she pushed the plug in farther, feeling it stretching her. Finally it slipped in all the way, held snugly in place by the narrow base. When she brushed her clit again, she was shocked at how quickly she felt an orgasm build, so she stopped, almost groaning with frustration.

Finally, carefully, Bridget stood up, feeling the plug shift inside her. She pulled up her pants and underwear and headed back downstairs.

She felt so wicked with the plug buried deep in her ass. After a long look at the other envelope, she sat gingerly back down on her computer chair, the plug seating itself more snugly inside her.

Bridget could only apply half her attention to her work, since every time she shifted, she felt the base of the toy press snugly against her ass and her clit throbbed again. The time dragged on, more articles to review, the plug still keeping her aroused with no hope of release.

At three o’clock, she set her work aside and went back to her couch, officially finished for the day after having gone through all of her articles. Thank goodness, because she couldn’t focus on anything anymore. Inside the second envelope, she found a small rectangular flip camera, the kind that took instant video. She knew where this was going, and with a feeling of unease, she read the accompanying note.

I
hope you’re enjoying yourself so far.
Go upstairs and set up this video camera on your windowsill
,
making sure it has a clear view of your bed.
Then I want you to get completely naked and fuck yourself with your dildo.
I
want a video of you coming and I want to see everything.
Remember:
one orgasm
,
no more.

Come over tomorrow at six for dinner
,
and bring the camera.

-
Max

Bridget licked her lips, her stomach flip-flopping with anxiety. She’d never made an intimate video of herself before. This could lead to terrible things. And yet, she couldn’t help feeling excited by the prospect. Well, she had the camera. If she kept it, she’d have all the evidence. And damn it, she desperately wanted to come.

Every motion on the stairs made the plug twist, stimulating her further, as if she needed any more stimulation.

It took a moment to set up the flip camera on her bedroom windowsill, positioning it so her entire bed was framed in the shot. With a deep breath and an exhale, she pressed the button and watched the red light come on. This was it. Now there would be tangible evidence of everything. After a moment’s hesitation, she walked around to the other side of her bed, making sure she was visible, and slowly undressed, facing the camera. As she did so, she felt a surge of adrenaline. This was risky, naughty, reckless, and it was turning her on and making her bold. She climbed onto the bed. He wanted a show? She’d give him a show. Bridget knelt facing the camera, her legs spread, and found a throw pillow to tuck between her legs. She balanced her dildo upright on the pillow, then knelt up, raising herself over it. Slowly, ever so slowly, she sank down onto the thick glass rod.

Fuck, that was incredible. The wide shaft slid deep inside her, each ridge rubbing against her walls. She sank all the way down to the pillow until she was completely filled, the plug in her ass and the thick dildo both spearing her, each reflexive clench of her muscles sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Both hands drifted up to pinch her nipples. They were so sensitive. She locked her eyes on the flip camera, then brought one hand down and started rubbing her clit.

This was not going to take long. She raised her hips up and sank down onto the dildo again, loving the way it felt as it slid in and out, the intense pleasure and feelings of fullness. The pillow kept it trapped up against her, unable to slide all the way out, letting her ride it faster and harder as her fingers flew over her clit. The pleasure built, taking her up that peak, and she pinched her nipples harder with her free hand as she continued to climb. The touch of pain pushed her over the edge and she came, fireworks exploding behind her eyes as her orgasm flooded through her. Bridget clenched around the dildo and the plug, the double stimulation too much, too overwhelming, Somewhere in the recesses of her consciousness, she was aware that she was crying out with pleasure, but she didn’t care. The climax took her completely out of herself and she could think of nothing beyond the amazing sensation.

When at last she came down, she looked at the camera with bleary eyes and felt a rush of embarrassment. Mortification took the place of arousal. After gently removing the dildo and setting it aside, she got up and turned off the camera, then lay back on her bed to carefully remove the plug.

Bridget felt a little more normal after a hot shower, but couldn’t shake her embarrassment at what she’d done. When she was with Max, it was easy to get swept up in his dominance, his voice, his bottomless blue eyes. Alone, though, following his orders with no one to watch, she was almost ashamed of her indulgence. She was glad she had Helen coming over that night for Netflix and takeout; she needed a distraction. She padded downstairs and looked at the messy kitchen and her cluttered desk, then sighed. How did her house get so out of control in just a few days? Her gaze fell on the envelopes from Max that she’d received that day, still lying on the coffee table. How had
everything
gotten so out of control?