Chapter 35 #3
“It’s a rare woman who turns me into such a base creature.
” Etta tucked Jamie’s hair back and fingered the earring she picked out for her.
“You know how much I value my ability to control every aspect of my life, let alone my business.” The belt was as tight as it could get.
Jamie could still breathe – barely – but it was cutting it close.
“So for you to come into my life and tear that all apart… it doesn’t matter how many times I punish you for it.
It’s never enough, because the next day you’re doing it again.
The worst part is you don’t even realize you’re doing it.
” She snorted. “Most of the time. You know you’re doing it to me now, though, don’t you? ”
Was that permission to speak? Jamie’s fingers slipped against the softness of Etta’s suit, the rest of her also turning to jelly. Her knees had to stop wobbling. The more this scene continued, the more she wanted to make an utter fool of herself, like Etta always claimed she made a fool out of her.
“No, ma’am,” she whimpered. “I don’t mean to do anything. I’m wearing what you told me to wear.”
“You did your makeup and kept your hair this way.” Etta combed it with her hand before clutching Jamie’s ass and bringing her thigh to her fiancée’s. “Don’t deny it. I don’t want you to lie. Surely, you know what a vixen you are, my flower.”
Only Etta could make her feel like this. Like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She had to be, to slay a tough dragon like her with one look. “I can’t help it,” she said, rubbing Etta’s collar. “You make me this way, ma’am. I’m just…”
Etta’s hand went under Jamie’s short skirt and found her lingerie. Jamie yelped, holding herself close to her fiancée as Etta stimulated her through lace and silk. “You’re just the most beautiful, most irresistible woman in the world. You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am…”
“Yes, what?”
She gulped. “Yes, Mistress.” It was difficult for Jamie to say that loudly and proudly. She had a feeling she wasn’t supposed to. “I’m all yours, to do with as you please.”
Although she continued to stare into her eyes, Etta removed the belt from around Jamie’s waist and pulled it up to her torso.
Before Jamie had the chance to beg for it, Etta tied her up in it, the diamonds pressing against her arms and digging into her breasts.
“I know. I will use you as I please, I promise you.”
Jamie still shook in her heels. Etta was there to steady her, but she was also a diabolical wolf to her demure sheep. A force to be utterly reckoned with.
“Are you ready for me, Jamie?” Growls littered her throat.
Etta’s hips pushed against Jamie’s stomach.
Oh, my God. This is happening. So much time together, and she still thought that.
“Because there’s no way I can go to dinner until I’ve had you at least once.
I crave you like the whole world craves the sun and rain both.
You make me so happy. I take great delight in looking at you.
” Jamie knew Etta got her this dress because the bust was easy to manipulate, and yet she gasped to have it pulled down and expose her bra.
“But you also give me such a burning need that I want to both run from you and come to you. Do you understand? You have power over me, and you don’t even realize it. ”
Jamie whimpered from the chain digging into her body. It wasn’t painful. It wasn’t even erotic yet. “I love you, Mistress. Any power I have over you is because I love you. I can’t help myself just like you can’t.”
Etta kissed her, nearly knocking her off her feet if it weren’t for both her and the belt keeping her upright. But her hands! They mauled Jamie, kneading the soft flesh of her breasts, clenching the firmness of her thighs, and pushing between her legs as if they belonged there.
“I know you can help yourself,” Etta hissed in her ear.
It made the blood quicken in Jamie’s veins, her body giving over to the heat beating down her inhibitions.
They had sex in her office countless times, both before and after being more than boss and employee.
Yet this was different. This was a side of Etta that Jamie rarely saw, and almost never in the office of a CEO.
Etta was losing control. She never lost control, even when sex was involved.
Okay. Rarely.
“You get off on watching me come undone. Admit it.”
“No, Mistress.”
Etta shoved her against the desk, pulling up her skirt and forcing aside her lingerie. Am I even ready for her? It didn’t matter. Jamie would love it either way.
She was ready. That was all that mattered.
“It’s all you want,” Etta insisted, her voice that raspy tone Jamie only heard when they were deep in a scene like this. “You show yourself off so I will lose it.”
“All right!” Jamie didn’t know what was happening, but she would ride this wave. “I admit it. From the moment I first walked in this building and saw you, I only had my sights on becoming yours.”
“You succeeded, didn’t you?”
“Yes!”
This was a familiar position, although one Jamie hadn’t indulged in for so long.
Her, pinned against her desk, skirt up and Etta gunning for her.
Jamie cried out in blissful agony as Etta fucked her with two fingers that she couldn’t keep to herself, Jamie’s body only now catching up to how excited this scenario made her…
how aroused she was by Etta’s incessant need for her.
Etta pushed her farther back, one hand holding her leg out while the other clasped over her mouth.
I’m making too much noise. The office was sound-proofed, as thoroughly tested by herself and previous assistants, but Etta probably didn’t want to listen to her cries of pleasure as she drove into her.
This wasn’t about her. This was about Etta and what she couldn’t control before their big business dinner.
If Jamie knew anything about her Mistress, it was that she loved a good purge in the middle of the workday.
How does she take care of it now that I’m hardly ever here?
Jamie liked to imagine her having a moment, thinking of no one but her fiancée while she touched herself.
I love watching her touch herself. She thought this as she braced against Etta’s hand thrusting into her, hard.
Just like she would do to herself if she could right now.
Jamie had no idea what this felt like from Etta’s end.
She could only imagine the immense relief finally getting to delve into a waiting cunt.
Oh, shit, I’m thinking crass. That meant it was good.
That meant what Etta was doing was working.
The more Jamie’s mind slipped into forbidden words, the more she enjoyed their sex life.
“What about now?” Etta asked, her other hand dropping from Jamie’s mouth and pulling on her hair. Jamie moaned, taking those fingers so deep that she could hardly stand it. “Do you think you have control right now? Who is in control?”
“You are…”
“Who?”
“You are, Mistress!”
Her hand went back to Jamie’s mouth, muffling the words and other sounds spilling from it.
Jamie’s fingers clutched the edge of her desk as the rest of her shook against it, one hard thrust after another careening into her.
Here she was, on the receiving end of a CEO’s control, right here in the office where money was made every day.
Jamie realized she was one of the most special women in the world. Every time something like this happened, she was reminded of it.
Unfortunately, she didn’t have the chance to come. Etta wouldn’t allow that so early in the day. She had to cling to what pleasure she got right now, because it wasn’t about her pleasure. It was about Etta’s purge, and she got that when she buried her face in Jamie’s chest.
She knew that look on Etta’s face; that hallowed sound in her voice.
She’s coming without being touched. When Etta was really in the mood and into the scene, she claimed to be able to feel a psychosomatic climax that was almost as good as the real thing.
And why shouldn’t she get as riled up as Jamie, who also wasn’t allowed to feel the real thing?
Jamie was a walking shadow who knew not what she did to the women around her. Then there was Etta, who was so vulnerable that she fell right into Jamie’s trap. The only way they could balance each other out was through bouts of this depraved game.
Etta left a large kiss in her fiancée’s cleavage. Jamie closed her eyes and leaned back. Everything was a blur, as she was so hyped up on her unsated lust that she could barely concentrate on the world around her. There’s no way that she’ll let me…
Etta freed her from the diamond belt and slowly pulled away from her. “I should be over you already, but I still want you, even though I can’t physically do anything more right now.”
Imagine how I feel!
“Touch yourself for me. I want to see you come.”
Jamie’s eyes snapped open. Here? On her desk?
Yet there Etta was, not even bothering to fix her wrinkled clothes as she leaned back and observed Jamie as if she were a fine painting hanging up in a museum.
Why was she already humoring her?
“We’re in a hurry, my flower. Faster.”
Jamie’s hand dipped between her legs and stroked the one thing that had been abandoned in that fervent lovemaking.
Etta was right: it took all of ten seconds of bathing her fingertips in her wetness and staring into that stoic visage.
As climax claimed her, Jamie jerked back on the desk and unleashed everything she held inside.
“Shit,” she muttered, lowering her feet to the floor and pulling her dress back into position. “It got… everywhere.”
“It sure did.” Etta looked like she desperately needed a smoke. Too bad she didn’t ever partake. Instead, she went to her office wet bar and poured herself a shot of whiskey. “As soon as you’re done cleaning both it and yourself up, we can go to dinner.”
Jamie shot her a hasty look. So much for basking in her orgasm. She had to do what now?
“Oh,” Etta continued, finishing her drink and leaving the glass on the bar. “I have one last request for you. Give me your underwear.”