9. Emerson
Emerson
“What?” she spluttered and put her sandwich down.
“Take. Your. Panties. Off,” I repeated as I dug into my drawer to pull out the pink vibrator I’d stashed there this morning. “Put this inside you while you sit there. Give me a show while I enjoy my lunch.”
She reached out to grab it with a shaky hand, and I witnessed a blush creep up her face. Excitement shot up my spine.
“This…”
“Is the second part of the job.”
She looked behind her. People were already starting to come back from lunch.
“No one can see or hear us,” I reassured her. “And they know not to come in when the windows are tinted. The question is… Did I really underestimate you, Pearl?”
There was a flash of fire in her eyes when she took the toy from me. It wasn’t big, and it was light, but it would get the job done.
I kept looking at her, daring her to say no, but I should have known better.
Yes, this was one of my dirty fantasies, but I knew she wanted it too.
I watched as she stood slowly and pulled up her skirt, showing me the white panties I hoped she’d be wearing. The ones I picked for her. Maybe realizing she had shown me her hand with that, she sucked in a sharp breath, but my only reaction was to lean back in my chair.
She pushed them down, never breaking eye contact, and I motioned for them with my hand. Without hesitation, she gave them to me.
I brought them to my face, inhaling deeply.
“Still so desperate for me, even here. Even knowing we’re surrounded by other people. Aren’t you?”
Her only reply was to reach between her legs and push the vibrator inside, letting out a breathy moan as she sat back down.
I smirked as my other hand grabbed my phone, and with a few clicks, the toy roared to life.
Pearl held onto the chair, lips pressed together, like she was refusing to acknowledge how much she liked it.
“Tell me, my pretty slut, how does it feel?”
“Dirty,” she breathed out as her eyes glanced back to the rest of the office.
The glass between us and them seemed incredibly thin. Like they could look at us anytime and see right through the tinted glass.
Maybe it was the forbidden element of it. How taboo it was. But she finally moaned for me, and I loved every second of it.
So I increased the intensity and watched as her mouth dropped open.
“Don’t hide your noises from me. Does it feel good? I told you to give me a show, didn't I?”
I picked up my sandwich and kept right on eating it, as if nothing was happening, and I saw the fury in her eyes. She wouldn’t be moaning for me. In fact, she was going to do whatever it took to pretend she felt nothing.
I almost smiled at that.
“Pearl, tell me. Do you want them to look? Do you want to have a vibrator between your legs and for me to make you come while they think we’re just having a meeting?”
Still nothing. Her face was red and her body was shaking, but other than that, no one would be able to tell what was going on.
“Fine, have it your way. How about we make this more interesting then?”
I pressed a button, and she looked back, just in time to see the tint in the glass vanish. Employees looked at us, some even smiled.
Pearl’s head snapped back to me, and I motioned for her to continue eating. This was just a sandwich lunch between boss and employee. Right?
But I knew it turned Pearl on even more. I knew doing something she saw as wrong would finally get her there.
She let out a gargled groan.
“Already? What a perfect, needy little toy I have. Maybe you are fit for the job after all.”
When she leaned forward, bracing herself on my desk, I couldn’t stop myself from staring as the orgasm rocked her entire body.
“This was your plan all along?” she finally forced out, her body still shaking. “You wanted them to watch?”
There was no way in hell I would allow anyone else to watch her come. The only reason I did it was because I knew she wouldn’t let them know what was really going on.
But I didn’t tell her that. Instead, I finished my sandwich before I answered her.
“My perfect Pearl. On the outside, so innocent, so unassuming. But only I can see just how depraved you truly are. How dirty you are. That’s how I knew you’d take my offer. You want to be corrupted. To turn your fantasies into reality. And only I can do that.”
I could always see her, but now I could peek into her soul and see every single dirty, messed-up thought. I wanted to bring them into the light, to expose them all and show her they weren’t wrong at all. Not for me.
I wanted her to feel needed. Important.
I knew she’d spent her entire life seeking attention and love. When she didn’t get it, she’d stuck to the shadows, thinking she was nothing—worthless.
She was anything but that to me.
Yes, I’d been cruel to her with my sharp tongue. I’d been mean to her. But when no one noticed her, I did. And I liked everything I saw.
She might be what I told her she was. Desperate. Depraved. Needy. But she was also unloved. Neglected. And while she stayed in the shadows, she always would be.
So I needed to force her out. I needed to show her someone cared enough to do it.
And part of me was secretly hoping she’d been waiting for that. Waiting for me.
“Why, though?” she asked, unable to stop herself. “Why me?”
That’s a dangerous question.
I sat straighter, then touched my phone to kick up the vibration once more.
“Because I hate seeing you feel sorry for yourself,” I said, sounding harsh. “I hated it from the first moment I saw you. It annoyed me. You were always sulking. Trying to make yourself smaller. Trying to hide. God, even thinking about how you were back then makes me angry.”
“I’m still the same.”
“No,” I almost growled. “You’re different. Not much, but you have changed. Grown. And this time, I won’t let you hide yourself.”
Not from me.
A whimper left her lips.
“But you get nothing out of this.”
“I get you,” I replied. It was so obvious to me. How could she not see it?
“Why would you want that? There’s nothing good about me anyway.”
She didn’t say it like others would. Like she was fishing for compliments. She said it honestly, and that pissed me off.
How can she think so little of herself? How doesn’t she see what I see?
I pressed the button on my desk, tinting the windows again, right before I lunged forward and held her face in my hands.
“I don’t know who made you believe you were nothing, Pearl, but that is far from the truth. They were fucking stupid for not seeing you, and that ends now.”
Tears filled her eyes. It might have come out harsh, but I meant every word I said.
“No one ever…”
Her eyes fell to my wrist, noticing I was wearing her bracelet. I waited for her to ask me about it, wonder why it was there, but she didn’t. Which was good because I wouldn’t know what to say.
“Pearl, show it to me,” I demanded. “Your tears. Your pain. Your pleasure. I want to see it all.”
Maybe it was my words or the intensity of the vibration. Maybe it was both. But it was like she couldn't hold back anymore. Hot tears started running down her face, and she let out a choked sob as an orgasm came crashing through her for the second time.
I didn't shy away from it. I wanted to see her. So I let myself feel her emotions and how much they were tearing her apart.
I knew some people felt an emotional release just like this after sex. Like it brought everything out. Like an outlet of sorts. And maybe that was what this was for her.
Turning away for a second, I grabbed my phone quickly and turned off the vibration, letting her sob, still touching her face. I didn’t move away. I was here for her.
“What do you need?” I asked.
I didn’t know what I expected her to answer. Maybe I hoped she’d see my question as just me doing my duty and checking in on her after a session. But even at the club she’d refused any type of aftercare, and she’d done the same last night.
Not this time.
“Pearl, I won't let you hide from me. Tell me what you need.”
She looked up at me, and she seemed… scared. I didn’t know why. I would give her whatever she needed. She didn’t have to be afraid to ask.
“A hug.”
Her voice broke at the end, and that broke something inside me too. Maybe she was expecting me to make fun of her. To say something snarky.
But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
I rounded the desk and pushed her chair out so that she was facing me.
And I fell to my knees.
“Like… this?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around her tightly. “I’m not… I… I’ve never done this before.”
“You’ve never hugged someone before?” she asked incredulously.
“I think some girls tried to hug me in high school, like in passing. But… no. I’ve never been hugged.”
For some reason, that made her cry harder. Part of me thought she might be pitying me, and I should shut this down.
The other part of me was happy to enjoy hugging and being hugged. It was warm, and in her arms, the world seemed to fall away around us.
Even against everything my rational mind was screaming, I let myself melt into her.
"I’m off now,” Pearl said, lingering at the door of my office. Most of the employees had left, so she was surprising me by staying late.
I tried not to show that I was affected by her deciding to go back to her apartment for the night. But I was, especially after what happened in my office earlier.
“Go on now, but don’t forget our deal,” I replied as I kept doing mindless things on my computer.
At the last second, my eyes flicked up to catch the blush coating her face and running down her neck. She turned to leave my office, and I watched her as she made it all the way to the elevator.
When she finally disappeared, I started to quickly gather my stuff.
I might have acted like I wasn’t bothered, but I was so much more than that. There was no fucking way I was going to let her walk all the way home alone.