Jon
“I need you to back off.”
I glanced up from my desktop to a very disheveled Patrick standing in my doorway. His hair was ruffled, his deep green suit jacket was misbuttoned and there was a tiniest hint of hot pink lipstick on his collar. I hope no one else has seen him like this. I warned him that it wasn’t professional, and that people were watching him closely, especially with the amount of attention he blatantly showered Lydia with.
“I’m sitting at my desk working, where am I supposed to go?” I asked dryly.
“Back off with Lydia.”
I pushed my glasses up and sat back in my chair. “What’s wrong? You sound upset.”
He locked the door and went to the bar, ignoring me while he poured a drink. My irritation rose and I drummed my fingers on my desk expectantly. Why did I have to back off? She came on to me first, she flirted with me relentlessly. Patrick didn’t even have the balls to come on to her with more than a double entendre, he didn’t touch her until after I did.
Patrick grabbed his glass, the ice clinked loudly and he took a long swig from it before coming over to sit at my desk. Christ, he’s going to be all sentimental or some shit. I leaned back in my chair and unlocked the drawer with my cigarettes.
Smoke swirled upwards lazily from the glowing ash, bringing the warm and calming scent of tobacco as the smoke dissipated.
“You’re pissed at me,” I said after a minute. “I get that.”
“Pissed doesn’t begin to cut it,” he replied quietly. “I asked you to come onto her, not fuck her. She has the expectation that you’re always going to be involved now.”
I shrugged. “Alright, and what would you like me to do?” I didn’t want to let go of her yet, I needed her just a little while longer. She made my day easier; she was the only person in my life that was happy to see me no matter what. I needed her. “Do you still want me to train her?”
Lydia was new to BDSM, I knew that, Patrick knew that too, but she was eager to do more and I was sure at the way she had taken so easily to things that she had some mild experience with it before. But she didn’t have the type of experience that he and I liked; she had little knowledge of obedience, of the type of sadistic control that Patrick had an addiction to, or my need to feel powerful and respected. She understood that we wanted to punish her for not doing what we wanted, but she hadn’t quite grasped the scope of it. She likely had no idea the level of control either of us wanted to have in her day-to-day life.
I’d trained dozens of submissives at the Club, men and women that wanted to try the lifestyle fulltime for a temporary period and wanted to see if they liked it enough to continue. I worked with other Dom’s to help them develop their control and technique, to help them learn to use the tools they wanted to use and how to be safe doing so. Christine taught me, I taught Patrick, and now I was going to be Lydia’s trainer – we had already agreed on that.
“You can still train her,” he said dismissively. “But I don’t want you to touch her unless I’m around.”
I stilled. No. Why? I hadn’t felt this good in months; after Christine moved in with Peter, I needed a distraction, I needed her because it was simple and easy and distracting.
I put out my cigarette and glared down at my desk. She’s mine too, you have to share.
“I overstepped, I know that, but Patrick—”
“No,” he snapped, interrupting me. “That’s my offer; you can still be with her, you can still train with her, but you can’t be with her unless I’m there.”
“What is this about?” I demanded. “Seriously, you knew she wanted me, I told you I was going to fuck her. What am I missing?”
“Everything!” he yelled, jumping out of his seat. “Fuck off with this bullshit! I’ve been trying to get her to see me for months and you want to act like you’re so hard done by because I don’t want her to fuck you without me around? I need her to want me.”
And she won’t do that unless I back off completely. I kept my distance already; despite the need I had for aftercare, that every Dom needed, I left that up to Patrick. I didn’t let her kiss me unless Patrick was around, I kept myself cold and guarded because it was necessary to not become attached.
With Eloise, or Corrine, or any other sub at Plaisir, it was just a job that I was doing that made me feel good. Lydia and I had a relationship outside of my being her Dom, we worked together, I saw her every day, she did thousands of tasks for me throughout the week and we ate lunch together with Patrick pretty often. It was hard to find that line of where our professional, sexual, or friend relationships ended, and the others began.
I knew Patrick cared about her, I knew that he followed her around blindly and talked about her endlessly, I knew that he had stopped seeing women at Plaisir in the late winter because of his attachment to her. And I hated it, I hated every second that he wasted trying to become a man that she wanted because I also knew that she already wanted him. Women all throughout the office wanted to fuck him because he was young and rich and good looking, and she was no exception. I’d heard her whispering to another secretary he’s so hot, but he’d never want me. Little did she know.
Patrick never dropped his playboy persona and had even tried to make Lydia jealous by flirting blatantly with other women, and all it did was disappoint her that she had gotten her hopes up. But I didn’t flirt with other women, I only did that with her to create a sense of security and to show her that I was different. To lure her toward me. It was a persona that I had perfected in my teens and I found still helped attract women, especially the ones I worked in close quarters with.
Slowly and surely, she had started to brush off Patrick’s tentative flirting as friendliness. Bit by bit, I had chipped away her infatuation towards him and fostered it for myself instead. Little compliments here and there, a brush of her hand with mine, praising her for a job well done and having private lunches together… She saw Patrick for what he wanted people to see; a playboy that wasn’t serious about anything other than his money, and I had played into her by making it clear that I wanted her – I didn’t flirt with anyone else.
It was only fair that I didn’t let her down now.
“I don’t see why it’s so different,” I told him quietly. “It’s not like we’re declaring our undying love while we’re alone.” My love for her cunt maybe.
“She talks about you constantly,” he snapped. “She asks questions. There’s now a precedent set that I don’t want to live up to. Why can’t you accept that?”
I was silent. I had no good answer. Before I could come up with a half-assed excuse the alarm on my desk buzzed. Lydia would be coming back up here any time now. “I have another appointment,” I explained apologetically. “Can we do this later?”
“Whatever, obviously I’m not fucking importance to you if I don’t have a dollar sign on my forehead.” He got up and left the room, slamming the door hard on his way out.
That’s rich coming from you. At least I had a reason to try and further my wealth.
I sulked back in my seat, letting myself stew over his reaction and waited for Lydia to come back. He didn’t know she was coming up here, he wouldn’t need to either, I would make sure this was our last visit without him. I would play by his rules as long as he didn’t remove her from my life completely.
A knock sounded at the door and I buzzed her in. I’d planned her outfit today and she had gone above and beyond for my expectations; the blue and black pleated tartan skirt was paired with a white men’s dress shirt tucked into the waistband, lace-top stockings, and a royal blue tie. That was Patrick’s shirt and tie, he’d even tied it for her into a cute little trinity knot.
Her ponytail completed the schoolgirl look and as she stepped into my office and closed the door, I felt like I was sneaking a girl into my room again.
I pushed myself up from the chair and held it out to her. “Sit,” I ordered, pointing at the chair.
She didn’t move right away but when I narrowed my eyes at her she nodded and quickly made her way over. “How was your day?” Lydia smiled and folded her hands into her lap.
I smirked and stepped toward her. “Long. I’m glad you weren’t late though.”
Her cheeks pinkened but she didn’t look away. The lateness was going to be the first thing I beat out of her, either with my cock or belt or cane, I didn’t care, it was disrespectful and needed correcting.
“You know better than that – spread your legs and sit back.”
Without my asking she also pulled her skirt up her thighs before resting her forearms on the rests.
I walked around behind her, rubbing the tension out of her shoulder as I passed.
“What did you do this morning?” I asked, continuing to massage her shoulders.
“I took some pictures of myself like Mr. Rosing told me to,” she explained softly. “And I used the toys you gave me…”
“Are you still wearing the stretcher?”
“Yeah…”
She didn’t like the butt-plug, but she would get used to it, and the faster she caught on to our rules the less she would have to wear it. Not that I was eager to stop fucking her ass, I liked that it was virgin territory for her.
“And what did Patrick make you do today?” I asked, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
“H—He fucked me on his desk and came on it. He made me lick it off.”
“What else?”
She took a deep breath. “He’s making me wear n—nipple clamps under my shirt.”
Good. A way to remind her who was in control.
“You’re still wearing them then?” She better be.
“Yes, Mr. Harris.”
The sound of my name from her was an aphrodisiac on its own, it had a power over me that I couldn’t explain but feltinside me. I wasn’t Jonathan Harris-Bower to her, or Mr. Christine Bower like so many of Chrissy’s friends joked, I was myself in a way I hadn’t been in a long time.
Leaning down over the back of the chair, I moved her tie aside and undid the buttons on her shirt. Lydia’s breathing was shallow as I got lower before finally undoing the last button and pushing it open. She had circular nipple clamps on, they surrounded the peak and had four adjustable stakes that were twisted into her skin, keeping them erect. I flicked them not-so gently and grinned at the gasp that escaped her as she squirmed away.
“Anything else I should check on?” She didn’t need to know about my conversation with Patrick, I just wanted her to believe that we would swap notes to make sure she followed our rules.
“No, that’s it, Sir.”
“Good girl, Lydia.” I came around to stand in front of her. “Now, take my cock out.”
She nodded and reached for my belt. I was already hard, straining against the confines of my pants and grating painfully on the zipper. The moment her long, nimble finger wrapped around my shaft, I let out a small sigh. She had such soft hands and combined with the handful of dainty rings and glittery manicure, I always felt like I was getting a hand job from an actual angel. Like the most expensive sugar baby I’d ever had the pleasure of meeting.
I watched with hooded eyes as she dragged her tongue along the underside of my cock while staring up at me with wide, approval seeking eyes. Her hand pumped up and down my shaft and I reached for her hair, twisting the platinum locks around my wrist and forcing her to direct her attention lower.
She was kissing her way across my balls when the intercom on my desk went off, beeping loudly and making us both jump in surprise.
“Mr. Harris?” Jessa asked in a bored voice.
I glanced down at Lydia’s terrified face and back at the speaker before hitting the button. “Yes?”
“Charles is on his way up, I just thought I would let you know.”
Fuck. “Thank you, Jessa.”
The intercom beeped again for disconnect and I sighed. What was I going to do with her? As Lydia made to get up I glanced down at my desk and got a horrible idea.
“No wait,” I said, stopping her. “Get under the desk.”
“What?” she asked incredulously. “Really? I mean—”
“Either under the desk or leave. Pick one.” Pick the right one, I corrected mentally.
Lydia stared at me for a long minute before she sunk to her knees under the cavity of my desk. Charles wouldn’t be able to see her, the desk went all the way to the floor, and there was more than enough room for her and my cock.
I had just sat back down in the chair when there was another knock. Quickly, I tucked myself into the desk and buzzed him in. I didn’t even have to pull her to me for her to resume jerking me off.
“I feel like I shouldn’t have to go through the secretaries to speak to you or Patrick,” Charles complained as he came into my office. “For fuck’s sake, I’m a partner.”
I grinned as I felt Lydia’s tongue swirl around the head of my cock, making my toes curl and the tension start to build again. “We like privacy,” I reminded him. “Especially when we have guests.”
“Yes, well, none of the girls are here, I shouldn’t have to knock.”
“We have Lydia.” Oh god… Her mouth closed around my cock and she took me deep into her throat.
“No, what you have is sexual harassment lawsuit waiting to happen,” he replied dryly.
Her hand tightened and she bobbed up and down slowly, trying not to make any noise while I tried not come instantly.
I tried to shrug nonchalantly but shivered halfway through. “We’re being careful.” Sometimes.
“You might be but he isn’t. Fuck, have you seen him with her? Like a kid that just discovered his own dick and can’t put it away.”
Shut up! I felt the pause in Lydia’s actions at that new information but she continued on, now both hands pumping while she sucked hard on the tip. I was going to come, I couldn’t hold back.
“Can you get us a drink?” I asked in a strained voice.
“Yeah, wait—” He broke off and checked his watch. “No, I have to go. I’ll come find you when I’m done.”
I nodded and just as he turned around I reached under the desk to grab Lydia’s hair, holding her in place while I came down her throat. He didn’t even turn around as he left and I was thankful since I was on a whole other planet as my cock throbbed and muscles tensed.
When the haze lifted I moved back and watched as she wiped the rogue dribbles from the corner of her mouth.
“So,” she began, delicately wiping her lower lip with her thumb. “How much do I get if I sue you?”
I smirked and helped her up. “You get your ass beat until you can’t sit for a week, how does that sound?”
She huffed and made her way to the door. “Sounds like a ripoff.”