The red light was flashing. Finally. Mia had been trying to be patient. After more dreams about each of the brother the night before, she could hardly stand sitting there, waiting for Sam to acknowledge her. At least Beau hadn't come to visit her. Despite the "no touching" at work rule, she might've rammed him up against the wall and had her way with him anyway.
Now, Sam was summoning her. Heat rose through her core, causing a pool of moisture to dampen her panties as she pulled herself up from her desk and headed to the door. Sometimes, she considered "forgetting" to knock, just to see what her punishment might be, but she didn't want to risk it today. What if her punishment involved Sam refusing to touch her? She couldn't chance it.
He was sitting behind his desk when she walked in. His eyes slowly made their way from hers, down her breasts, to her too-short skirt. His tongue darted out of his mouth, traced across his bottom lip, and then his perfectly straight, white teeth bit down, hard.
"You wanted to see, me, sir?"
"I did. How are you today, Mia?"
"I'm good, sir. How are you?" The ache in her pussy was increasing by the second, and she could hardly stand it as she stood there, waiting for him to command her.
When he stood, it was evident his cock was hard and bulging against his trousers. Mia tried not to stare, but it was so difficult when all she wanted was to have him inside of her. Now.
He pulled the silk eye mask out of his desk and brought it over to you. "Today, I'd like to take you to my private room, Mia. But you aren't allowed to see what's in there. You'll have to trust me completely to join me in there. If you have any doubts at all, if there's anything you wouldn't allow me to do, than you need to tell me now. I won't fire you, but I also won't take you in the room."
Mia got the impression saying no wouldn't get her fired right away, but it would start Sam searching for a replacement for her. Not that it mattered. When she said, "I'm ready," she meant it. She trusted him for some reason she couldn't quite explain.
The smile that took over Sam's face was one of relief which instantly morphed into the sultry smile that made her heart race in her chest and her nipples hardened beneath the lace of her bra.
Without another word, Sam placed the eye mask across her face and secured it in back so that she could see nothing but the dark, silky material. He took her by the hand and led her across the room, pausing for a moment to press a button or something that made a noise that let her know a secret door was opening.
He led her through and then the door closed behind her with a definitive sound that made her bite her bottom lip. But the feel of Sam's warm breath on her cheek reminded her that anything that came next would be worth it.
"Unbutton your shirt," he said, his voice a light whisper, a quiver in it she'd never detected before. It was as if he was also struggling to control himself, dying in anticipation.
Mia's fingers were trembling, but she did what he said, slowly working her way down the buttons of her blouse, pulling it out of her skirt, but remembering not to remove it until she was told to.
"Drop it."
She complied immediately, tossing it onto the floor.
"Shoes off. Now."
She stepped out of her heels onto the cool concrete floor, an interesting revelation.
"Take off your skirt." His voice was still quiet, though there was more space between them now, as if he'd backed up so that he could see her.
Mia reached around for her zipper, tugging it down and dropping her skirt. When he told her to unhook her bra, she did that, too, tossing it aside, hoping he'd immediately place his hands or his lips on her nipple, but he didn't touch her.
"And your thong." Now, Sam's desperation was evident in his tone. She slid her soaking wet thong down past her knees and stepped out of it, wishing she could step forward and reach for him now, to undress him and feel him inside of her.
Instead, he came to her, but it was her wrist he took hold of. "Come here," he ordered, and she went with him, having no idea what he had in mind. They only went a few steps, but then she felt something solid and velvety latch around her wrist. It was a handcuff of some sort. Her hand was raised up toward the ceiling, though there was enough slack that she could lower it slightly. When Sam went around and hooked her other arm in, she had no idea what he had in store for her. Should she be afraid, or should she listen to that burning sensation that started between her legs and climbed into her core and completely let herself go in ways she'd never even considered before?