26. Pokerface
pokerface
Deirdre
Scar
How was lunch?
I don’t even bother asking myself how he knows about my lunch because of course he does.
Better than I expected.
Scar
Glad to hear it.
Got something for you.
Should I be afraid?
Scar
Only if you don’t follow instructions.
What is that supposed to mean?
Scar
Tell me when you get to your office and lock the door.
Careful now.
I don’t take kindly to orders.
Scar
That’s a lie. I know the filth you listen to.
I’ll have you know that listening to men whimper has increased my productivity by at least 80%. Thank you very much.
Scar
Sure it has. Freak.
When I get back from lunch, I find a small pink gift box on my desk, topped with a bow and a note that reads, “open me for stress relief.” This is the perfect sentence to lure me into a white van. Of course, I’ll bite.
The door is locked.
Scar
Good girl.
Open the box and give me an answer.
I remove the lid and silk drawstring bag to discover a small red toy with a clit and a G-spot stimulator inside that makes me gasp.
There’s a tiny remote in there, too, and my face flames under the notion of us not only crossing this line, but happily orgasming over it.
I peek over my shoulder as if someone could see and set it back down to text him back.
Is this because of the video I sent the other day?
You can’t expect me to use this right now.
Scar
That’s exactly what this is about.
What’s your answer?
You can say no.
I don’t want to say no, but if I say yes, what am I agreeing to? The video I sent was only to tease him back. Maybe I took it too far. I’m not usually that bold or comfortable, and I should’ve known it would come back to bite me in the ass sooner or later.
My eyes flit back and forth from the toy to my phone. I shouldn’t, but goading him is so much fun. And I reason that letting him get even is fair. Hmm…
Yes.
Give me a moment to put it in.
Scar
Excellent choice.
Right now, I am grateful to have an en suite in my office. I beeline for the bathroom, clutching my phone in one hand and the toy in the other.
My heart is racing as I lift up the hem of my dress, sliding my cheeky panties to the side and resting my foot onto the counter. The image of my panties in his mouth overtakes me, filling my core with need.
My lips part when the silicone bulb grazes my clit. I spot myself in the mirror, wetness glistening on my pussy. At that moment, I reach for my phone, snapping a picture I’m not certain I’ll send.
I quickly insert the toy with an inhale and press the lips on the other end gently against my clit.
Releasing the breath I’ve anxiously held, I pull my panties back in place, adjust my dress, and take one last look in the mirror as I wash my hands.
Nothing will be the same after this little game we’re playing, and I try to tell myself I’m okay with that.
We’ll find out, won’t we?
When I return to my desk I pull up emails, scrolling back to my last day in office and text him to confirm I am ready to start.
What do I do now?
Scar
Whatever I say until you’re ready to stop.
What’s your safe word?
A safe word? Fuck.
Taking a moment to consider a good word to use, I opt for something easy to remember that won’t feel silly to say.
Cherry.
Scar
Cherry it is.
If it becomes too much at any time, please say the word. ?Me Entiendes?
I understand. I’m ready.
Scar
Headphones are needed.
I’ll be playing the audio simultaneously on my end.
I put my AirPods in and wait patiently as I review my inbox, sending out delayed replies until my phone lights up with a new message.
1 Audio File From Scar
I press play on the audio, bracing myself as his deep timbre shares his exact plans for this game. His voice commanding my body has me squeezing my thighs together already.
“Hi, Doe. I’m going to play with you while you focus on your work, because you’re a good girl and you wouldn't want anyone to know that you have a toy inside you that I’m controlling, right?”
Oh fuck.
“That remote doesn’t have a charge, but I’ve got it from here,” he says with a chuckle that sends a shiver down my spine.
Shit.
To ensure I am paying attention, he activates the toy, causing my breath to hitch as the suction on my clit intensifies then suddenly halts.
Motherfucker.
“See? Mmm. I can see how good I’m making you feel through that webcam, give me a wave, Doe.”
I’ll probably come to regret it later, but I flip off the camera instead of waving at him.
He continues, “You will address me as Sir. No matter what I do or say, you cannot react, moan, or scream. If you do, game over.”
I nod in agreement, though I worry I may have bitten off more than I can chew.
“Mmm. One more thing. You cannot come until I say so. ?Tú me entiendes? ” he asks, leaving a pause for me to answer.
Umm. Nope.
“Yes, Sir,” I say, eager for the game to begin.
“Good girl. I’ll let you get back to work,” he says as the audio ends.
That’s it?
Knowing that he can hear me, I keep my reactions to myself and proceed with clearing out my inbox. Of course, once I get in my zone, a buzz between my legs throws me off-kilter.
He leads with mercy. Low, steady vibrations radiate my core, and I breathe deeply through the pleasure. When I can resume my work, he adds pressure to my clit, matching the speed against my G-spot, and my head swirls with desire.
“Fuck,” I breathe, hoping he doesn’t notice my reaction.
As if he can read my mind, a text rolls in that I’m nervous to look at.
Scar
Do you want more?
A simple question and a double-edged sword I’d love to impale me. He already knows what I want, getting me to ask for it is his game.
I can imagine him wearing a stupid grin on his face as he enjoys a front row seat to my power struggle.
Yes.
Scar
Yes and?
Yes, Sir.
Scar
Carry on.
As the text lights my screen, the pulsing on both ends picks up and doesn’t relent.
The urge to abandon my workload and hide under my desk is strong.
My legs tremble as I struggle to keep a straight face.
My lips part, but no sound escapes them.
I am a good girl, after all. I take a deep breath as I tip my head back into the headrest, and the pulsing stops.
Scar
Throwing your head back is a reaction.
Let’s try again.
My lips form into a pout. I want to groan in frustration so badly, but the power is in his hands, literally. I won’t admit how much I’m enjoying it either.
Incoming Call From Scar
I hesitantly swipe to answer. Both nervous and excited for what’s in store. His gruff voice greets me with demands I’m anxious to obey.
“If you want to come like I know you do, you’ll do as I say. Nod your head slightly. Don’t react,” he orders in a firm voice, and the buzzing returns.
I nod, training my face to remain calm as my breath quickens.
“You’re off to such a good start.”
Game on.
“I want you to imagine lying back on that desk, lifting those hips to remove your soaked panties and spreading those legs as I drink you in. Show me that pretty fucking pussy that’s weeping for my mouth.
Would you let me taste what belongs to me on company time, Boss? ” he asks, and I can hear his smile.
I shudder at the thought of him here, staring up as his tongue takes over. Those big hands roaming my body in appreciation as I display myself for him.
“You’re not allowed to argue, but I know you want to. It became my pussy the moment you put that toy in for me to control,” he taunts, switching the toy on, quickly increasing the speed and pressure to test me, and I will not fail.
I breathe through my nose, taking a break from my typing to ball my fists into my lap.
“I don’t trust you to keep quiet, Doe. Especially since I’ve heard just how loud you can get by yourself. Would you let me gag you with those panties? You wouldn’t want anyone to know you’re so desperate to be tongue-fucked that you can’t even wait to clock out,” he mocks.
Oh my God.
“You want to come, don’t you? Have you earned that right, baby? I don’t think so.”
Delicious pressure builds in my lower back, and I’m near tears. My hands wrap around the armrests in a tight grip for leverage when that pleasure is ripped away at the press of a button.
Goddamn it.
“Soon, Doe. Let me enjoy this. You’re so pretty when you’re angry.”
My eyes shut to prevent a reaction in front of the webcam as I await more of his sweet torture. I’m so sensitive, and he resumes, edging me with the lowest setting.
“Hold on to that anger. I like it rough,” he murmurs. “Imagine my tongue flicking your clit as you watch me lose my mind at the taste of you. I don’t think I’d be able to pull myself away. Fuck.”
Jesus. How can I not scream right now?
I fight to stifle my moans, hoping he’ll let me come soon, because I don’t know how much more I’ll be able to take.
“Imagine me bending you over that desk to punish you for those empty threats. I need to grip your hips and feel that ass bounce against me.”
He trails off, and I can hear his hand moving up and down his shaft, the wet squelch of lubricant as he thinks about fucking me. I cover my face as I internally scream.
“If you wanted me dead, you’d have already made that call, but you want me to fill you so badly. Is that because you know I’ll give you exactly what you need? What you’re afraid to ask for? Nod if I’m right,” he boasts between his teeth, pausing for me to respond.
He is, but fuck him for this.
He doesn’t know me.
But he kinda does.
He turns the speed up a few notches as he awaits my answer, making it even harder to keep quiet, but I nod begrudgingly. The pulsing returns to a steady pace, and I squirm in my seat, desperate to come.
“How would it make you feel to know I’m in your bed right now stroking my dick? Hmm. Would you like that, Doe? To watch me for a change?”
I would like that very much.
My eyes widen at his admission, I envision him in my bed, hard body on display, dark eyes piercing me as he strokes his thick dick. It’s been a struggle not pushing up against it the few times he lay with me.
“Since you aren’t here, I’ll paint the picture. I’m in the same spot you were in when I watched you squirt for the first time. Do you know what I would’ve done if I’d been there? I’d lap up every fucking drop of the mess you made for me. Cono ,” he grunts.
Well, fuck.
“I’d curl my fingers inside of you until you drenched my fucking beard. I’d quench my thirst and coax another orgasm out of you. A greedy girl like yourself would love that, wouldn’t you?”
My chest rises and falls as my pleasure builds. I grip the seat of my chair and close my eyes as I fight back tears.
“Please,” I beg softly.
I need to come. Please let me come.
As if he can hear my thoughts, he relents, “Are you going to come at your desk for me, baby? You have to stay quiet if you want to be rewarded. Come for me, Doe. Fall apart on my dick. Please?”
Don’t mind if I do.
“Come for me, ahora. Ahora mismo.”
My body obeys. Pleasure sweeps through like an undertow, dragging me as I come back to life.
Never have I experienced anything like that. Help. ?Ayudame!
“Where do you want me to come, mi beba ? Undo your top so I can paint those big, beautiful tits. Mmm,” he orders, huffing out his next breath as his strokes quicken.
His breath hitches as he strokes even harder. Without another thought, I rush to unbutton my top, yanking it open to reveal my lace bra, my full breasts on display for him through the camera.
Anything to hear him come.
He groans, guiding me through his climax, and it’s music to my ears. His staccato breaths, my name on his lips, the sounds of him fucking his hand. It’s enough to make me come again, but as the sensations build, the buzzing halts.
“Asshole,” I say to myself.
“That was a good game, Doe. Thanks for playing. You up for a rematch?” he asks with a chuckle.
Does his mother know she raised a fucking villain?