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Today was Friday, and after work it would be time for her and Drew to “play”.

A smile curved the corner of her lips as she pulled one of her drawers open and picked up the black suede flogger. She kept it in her office all the time now, and just touching it made her pussy wet and her nipples ache in anticipation of tonight. She didn’t know what they were doing, but she knew whatever it was would be exciting.

Her cell phone rang and she checked the caller ID.
Drew.
Her heart rate picked up and she set the flogger back into the drawer. She pushed the button on her earpiece to answer his call.

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“Hi, Master,” she murmured. Outside of the bedroom or other sexual situations, she didn’t refer to him as Master, but sometimes it really turned her on to call him that while she was at work. It felt naughty and wanton.

“Hey, baby.” His low, sexy voice made her tingle even more and she imagined the smoky look in his eyes she’d come to love. She loved everything about him. “What are you doing right now?”

She closed her eyes and imagined him at his desk, his shoulder-length blond hair highlighted by the fluorescent lighting. He would be wearing a sleeveless muscle shirt, his carved biceps flexing as he held the phone to his ear. As usual he would be absolutely delicious-looking, and she would want to eat him all up.

“I’m thinking about you.” She ran her tongue over her lower lip. “Imagining sucking that big cock of yours and taking you deep in my mouth.”

A low, sensual growl came over the phone. “I’m devouring your sweet taste with my head between your thighs, your hands in my hair, and you’re making those adorable whimpering sounds.”

Sarah almost whimpered at the images they were creating.

“Touch yourself.” His voice was low, husky, and commanding. “Rub your clit.”

She gave a little gasp. “Here? Now?”

“You’re in your office or you wouldn’t be talking about sucking my cock.”

Her gaze focused on the big office door. “I should lock the door.”

“No, baby.” His order was a complete turn-on. “Pull your skirt up to your waist and finger-fuck yourself. Imagine it’s me.”

She bit her lower lip and shimmied her skirt up to her waist while she continued to watch the door to her office. She gave a soft moan as she parted her thighs and slipped her fingers into her folds. All she was wearing beneath her skirt were her thigh-high stockings because Drew had ordered her not to wear panties or a thong under clothing.

“Yeah,” he said. “That’s it. I can picture you circling your clit with your finger.”

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She shivered from need and the danger of being caught. “Are you stroking your cock?”

“I’m standing by my desk, my gym shorts down to my thighs, thinking about you as I run my hand up and down my erection.”

The image was enough to heighten Sarah’s arousal to the point where she could come on just his order. She groaned aloud. “I want your cock inside me, Drew.”

“Thrust two of your fingers into your pussy.” He gave a groan of his own. “Feel me, pumping my hips, driving into you hard enough to make you scream.”

“Oh God.” Sarah squirmed against her hand. “I feel your hips between my thighs.

“I’m still sore from the spanking you gave me for being a bad girl.”

The sound of his breathing was a little heavier. “Are you wearing your earpiece so both hands are free?”

“Yeah.” She pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy, not caring at all if someone walked through that door. They couldn’t see her from the waist down, anyway.

“Take your free hand and slide it inside your bra and pinch one of your nipples,” he commanded.

“What?” She caught her breath and slowed the movement of her hand in her channel.

“Do what I tell you, Sarah, or I’ll punish you as soon as I see you tonight.”

The idea of his kind punishment sent a thrill through her belly. But she hated to disappoint him too. She raised her hand, her eyes still on the office door, and slipped her fingers into her fitted jacket and beneath the lacy cup of her bra until she reached her nipple.

“Pinch it. Hard.” It was as if he could see her. “I’m stroking my cock harder, picturing you doing what I tell you.”

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Sarah couldn’t help a little whimper as she pinched her nipple and thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy. “This is so hot…Master.”

He gave a low sound of approval. “Pull your fingers away from your pussy and taste your juices for me.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. He’d never had her do that before.

“Sarah…” he said in a warning tone.

“I am.” She felt breathless as she brought her hand from her pussy and put two fingers in her mouth and sucked. Her musk on her hand was strong, and she tasted the same flavor that she did when he kissed her after going down on her. Only this was more intense—and incredibly arousing.

“Mmmm…I love your taste.” It sounded as though his breathing had elevated.

“Now stroke your clit. Touch yourself until you think you’re going to come. And don’t stop pinching your nipples.” He paused and groaned before adding, “Are you doing what I told you to do?”

“Yes, Master.” The thought of being caught added an additional edge to her excitement. Her bra had slipped below her breasts and her nipples were large and obvious through the material of her fitted jacket. Tammy always knocked, but what if this time she didn’t?

“Worried about getting caught?” he asked as if reading her mind.

“Yes.” She could barely talk with her need to climax. “Can I come now, Master?”

“No,” he said and she whimpered again. “Take your hands from your pussy and nipples and straighten up your clothing.”

“You want me to stop?” She blinked. “But I need to come
so
bad.”

“What have I taught you about delayed gratification?” he said in a demanding tone.

“If you argue with me again, Sarah, I’ll punish you for that tonight.”

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“Yes, Master.” Her pussy and breasts ached as she rearranged her skirt, pulled her bra back up over her breasts and adjusted her jacket. She’d need to get to the bathroom and wash her musk off her fingers.

Ever the mind reader, Drew said, “I want you to lick your juices from your fingers—and don’t wash hands.”

She put her palms flat on her desktop. “Drew!”

“That’s one punishment, baby. I told you not to argue with me.”

“But—”

“Are you asking for another punishment, Sarah?”

“No, Master,” she replied, thinking of how she could get through her management meeting and not shake hands or get too close to anyone.

“Now lick your fingers.” She obeyed as he continued. “I’ll pick you up tonight at seven. Wear something sexy.”

“Yes, Master.” A thrill ran through her belly. She never knew what to expect when he picked her up. He liked to keep things a surprise and just told her how to dress and when he’d be at her place. It kept her on edge, wondering what he’d do to her next, or have her do.

“Good girl.” He lowered his voice and she felt like was brushing his lips over her ear. “I’ll see you tonight, baby.”

“Bye,” she said right before he disconnected.

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Sarah’s home was large, modern, efficient and she loved it. In her kitchen, all of her appliances were stainless steel, her countertops granite, and her cabinets cherry wood.

Large Tuscany tiles had been laid for the flooring and she’d had an interior designer decorate all of her rooms, including her exercise room and guestrooms.

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She had to smile at the thought of her exercise room. It certainly was nothing like Drew’s, although they’d made good use of it a couple of times. Sometimes they stayed and played at his home, sometimes hers.

Again, Sarah checked her reflection in the hallway mirror. She wore a satin oriental print dress that ended about three inches above her knees and had a mandarin collar.

The dress was sea blue, bringing out the blue in her eyes. Inlaid hair chopsticks held back her hair. She wore no nylons and had on heels with the barest of straps. Damned if she didn’t look good.

One thing about her was that she had no shortage of self-confidence. She wasn’t a woman who relied on others’ opinions of her…but it did matter what Drew thought about her. Maybe she was growing to care for him too much.

The door chimes rang and she scooped up her matching oriental print purse off the shelf below the mirror and her heels clicked on the tile as she made her way to the front door. Just as she didn’t like to be made to wait, she didn’t make others wait for her.

When she opened the door she about melted at the sight of Drew. He wore a black tux that only enhanced his powerful presence. His blond hair was a contrast to the black of the suit, just as his brown eyes were a contrast to his hair.

“Beautiful.” He stroked his knuckles across her cheek, so lightly she shivered. “You are always the most beautiful woman I know.”

“Thank you.” Sarah smiled. “You look great too,” she said and he flashed her a to-die-for grin.

She took Drew’s hand as he held it up for her. When they went out, he was always the gentleman. It was only when they role-played that she acted like the subservient slave, which she found surprisingly erotic.

Before Drew, she’d thought of what men called gentlemanly as chauvinistic. Now she had a whole different appreciation for men who treated women with that kind of respect.

Yeah, before Drew she’d been pretty damn uptight.

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As always, they talked about everything under the sun. Over the past month they’d learned so much from one another. They’d talked about his parents and three brothers, as well as her divorced mother and father. They talked about her work and his clients, even sports and their favorite artists.

Something that had totally surprised her about this hunk of a man was that he was into art and even taking in a performance or symphony now and then. In the past month they’d gone to a couple of spring training games, a ballet, a play, a movie, and went out to eat every Saturday and Sunday. During the week they tended to spend more time at her home because it was closer to her work, where Drew traveled all over the valley working with his clients.

Before she knew it, they arrived at a beautiful custom home in the Catalina foothills.

It was a two-story house with great pillars, a commanding entranceway and a paved circular driveway with a huge water fountain in the middle. The house was lit up brightly, crystal chandeliers visible through the great windows as well as a group of well-dressed people. Apparently he’d taken to her a party judging by what she could see in the house and the several cars parked in the driveway.

Drew didn’t offer any explanation, just came around her side of the vehicle to assist her in getting out of the low-slung sports car. He liked making her wonder what was going to happen next. It was the teasing part of his personality and perhaps the dominant, too, since he seemed to like to make her wait for everything.

The night smelled of water from the fountain and the scents of the high desert. It was still spring and the breeze was cool against her skin. Drew felt warm and comfortable beside her as he guided her toward the house with his hand at the small of her back

When they reached the house, he simply opened the door and walked in.

Apparently it was a small, intimate gathering and there were several people mingling and eating hors d’oeuvres and drinking from champagne flutes.

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Before anyone seemed to notice them, Drew escorted her toward an older couple.

The man had graying brown hair and wore a sleek black tux like every other man in the room. His keen eyes were a brilliant blue and told her he was sharp, intelligent and not a man to be trifled with.

The woman was elegant in her slim black dress, her blonde hair swept up into a classic French twist. Her brown eyes were the same color of warm cocoa as Drew’s and had the same intensity.

“Mom, Dad, this is Sarah Fairland.” Drew smiled at her. “Sarah, these are my parents, Barbara and Edward.”

Sarah was taken aback by the fact that Drew had brought her to meet his parents, but she smiled. “A pleasure,” she said as Edward Bennett took her hand and brushed his lips over her knuckles.

“Such a beautiful young woman,” Edward said with a grin as he released her hand and slapped his son on the back.

She was even more surprised when Barbara greeted her like family and kissed her cheek. “It’s about time Drew brought you here.” When they parted, Barbara gave Sarah a brilliant smile. “He’s told us so much about you and we’ve been looking forward to actually getting a chance to meet you.”

Sarah looked up at Drew, surprised that he had talked about her to his parents. He rubbed his hand along her lower back. His touch and his parents’ genuine greetings filled Sarah with a comfortable warmth in her chest.

“Today is Mom and Dad’s fiftieth anniversary,” Drew said as he looked back to his mother and father.

“That’s wonderful.” Sarah meant it with all her heart. Her own parents had divorced when she was still a child. “Congratulations.”

They talked a little more with his parents before they moved on. Too nervous to eat any of the hors d’oeuvres, she declined when Drew offered. He poured them each a 58

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glass of champagne in fine crystal champagne flutes before they moved on to mingle with other guests.

“My brother Craig and his fiancée Jessica,” Drew said as he introduced them.

“Sarah Fairland.”

Sarah shook hands with both of them, smiled and chatted, looking completely at ease being in his parents’ home and meeting his family. Drew couldn’t help a grin as he thought about how his brother and Jessica had met. Craig was a college professor and Jessica had been his sophomore student. She was young but poised, intelligent and mature.

Drew and his three brothers were all into bondage and domination, and had often shared women in the past. Once his brothers became engaged or married, that, of course, had ended. Drew had thought he’d miss the sweet pleasure he and another man could give a woman. He loved to see the looks of ecstasy on their faces from what the men could offer her together. He’d indulged in his own fantasies and had been with more than one woman at a time, but there was something sweet and satisfying about helping a woman experience her deepest, darkest desires.