2. Chapter Two
Chapter Two
C assie
What in God’s name had I done? Made a deal with the devil, that’s what. I was shaking, and my pussy throbbed; my breasts tingled, and my breath came way too fast. And none of it was from fear. Only Marcus could make me this aroused without even trying.
I’d made the decision to confront him to get him to back off, not to agree to a no-holds-barred weekend.
How did I let myself be talked into that?
Actually, we’d negotiated the weekend. But damn it, negotiation was my specialty, especially since I ran the customer service department of Fantasies, Inc. Somehow, he’d outwitted me on this one.
His last words sent a chill through me. I would not be his. I was not a submissive woman like my mother. I was my own woman, in control of myself and my body. A weekend of sex with Marcus would get him out of my system, then I’d be done.
It would put me in a vulnerable position, but I would keep my guard up. I wouldn’t leave myself open to him or anyone. I wouldn’t accept pain the way my mother had. I wouldn’t give up my hard-fought control. Ever.
Marcus had been a thorn in my side from the day we met, but over the last year, the pain from the thorn had turned into unchecked desire and need, damn it. Not only did he keep me on my toes professionally, but mentally as well.
Was it because my last relationship crashed right before I met Marcus?
Or was it because I had talked with Josh, head of the operations department, about how to go about scheduling my own fantasy.
No, Josh wouldn’t talk to anyone about my asking to become a client.
Confidentially was critical to the company and its clients.
Damn, why was I spending so much time analyzing the whys? They didn’t matter. Not when my emotions were all over the place and I was having trouble regaining my hard-fought control.
I strode into my office without even realizing how I got there, settled back into my chair, and looked down at my desk. There was only one thing I loved and that was my job. Fantasies, Inc. was a company that specialized in making sexual fantasies come true. By legal means, of course.
People paid handsomely for their indulgences to become reality. Since the Sexual Freedom Act, companies like ours were no longer taboo. We did have rules and regulations to follow, but the powers that be had never found fault with the company.
Fantasies, Inc. paid well to have the best people work for them, and I was happy to head the customer service department. It took patience some days to listen to the complaints, but mainly the company received compliments.
Marcus was the superman of Research and Development, and from his reporting in the departmental meetings, the R I reached over, grabbed his crotch, and squeezed. Hard. His eyes widened, and he removed his hand from my knee.
“Marcus?”
“R&D is working on some new things. I have a few that need to be tested yet, but I should have them ready to demo for everyone in a few months.”
“If you need a test subject, let me know,” said Dean.
Everyone laughed. But Marcus’ husky laugh swept over my skin like a spring breeze.
“All right. Seems like everyone is doing well, and there are no complaints. Everything is on schedule for the company, and I’m happy with the revenue we’re producing. I like staff meetings like this. We’re done until the next one.” John stood and left the room.
I scooted my chair back and stood. Marcus did the same thing. Before I could move, he leaned over and whispered, “Nipple rings.”
Heat flared, and my breath stuttered in my chest. Without looking back, I walked out of the conference room. Normally, I’d stay and chat, but not today. I didn’t need to be in Marcus’ presence any more than necessary. I was going to spend the weekend with him. That was all. My stomach quivered.
***
I stared at the clock. Four. I was barely holding on to my control. The white box I’d shoved into my desk drawer had taunted me all week. I really should be able to ignore it, but today, especially after Marcus’ comment, I was constantly opening and closing the drawer.
Damn it. I opened the drawer again, but this time, I pulled the box out. It was late enough in the day I shouldn’t be disturbed. I opened the pristine white lid. Pushing the midnight blue teddy aside, I lifted the smaller velvet box and opened it.
I stared at the two gold nipple rings before I pulled them out. I held them in my palm, admiring their smooth metal and their light weight. These looked nothing like the ones I’d found in my childhood bathroom.
Those had been round and made of heavy steel with little spikes on the inside. These were more like actual rings and would easily slip onto my sensitive nipples. My nipples were already erect thinking about using these. Damn. I should have tried them out so I’d know. Too late now.
How would these gold rings feel on my skin?
My pussy tightened as anticipation flowed through my blood. I could picture Marcus standing before me, his fingers playing with my breasts before he slipped the rings over my taut nipples. My breath caught in my throat as my pussy moistened.
Stop this!
I started to put the rings back into their box when a click of the door captured my attention. My head jerked up. Marcus stood with his back against the wooden door to my office, an ultra-satisfied grin on his face.
“How…” I cleared my throat to get the words out. “How long have you been standing there?” I had no idea why I didn’t notice him come in.
“Long enough.” He pushed away from the door and marched toward me.
I dropped the rings back into their box and shoved it into the bigger box. “Is there something I can help you with?” I cursed silently the second the words left my mouth. Talk about putting your foot into your mouth. Give Marcus an opening and he’d pounce.
His green eyes lit up. The infuriating man had taken my words as an invitation. Damn. How could I stop this?