sounded angry. Or frustrated. Why demand she do these things, if he was going to get pissed off about it? Cally knew she was in for trouble but it wasn’t her fault. She grabbed up her blouse and rapidly put it on. The black fabric clung to the wetness of her nipples, where they had been sucked thoroughly.
Suddenly, she remembered the keys. The few precious minutes while Jake escorted the two men out represented her chance to look in his locked set of desk drawers and she was going to take it. She grabbed up the key and found her hands shaking as she located and turned the correct one in the lock.
Cally pulled open the top drawer silently. It was empty except for a blue box. Her hand was on it, withdrawing it from the desk, when Jake’s voice rang in her ears. ‘So you have found the little present I had planned for you.’
‘Present?’ Cally stood there quaking. Caught in the act. She forgot all about not speaking until spoken to, or addressing him deferentially. He didn’t seem to care right now.
‘Yes. I had planned to give you this gift at some time in the near future, but now you have been a naughty, inquisitive girl, looking into things that do not concern you. Betraying the trust I had placed in you.’
Cally looked down at the keys. Another test? Did Jake leave her alone with them deliberately?
‘I’m sorry.’ She attempted appeasement. Her legs were shaking. Jake looked and sounded like a violent mixture of male anger and animal arousal.
‘How dare you take pleasure in the touch of another man?’
So that was what was really riling him. ‘You ordered me to do it.’
‘I told you to let him take his pleasure of you, not the other way around.’
‘My body just …’ Cally tailed off. She had no idea what she could say to explain the effect his sexually charged demands were having on her. She knew she could not win whatever she said or did. She was aware enough of the unwritten rules to understand the nature of the game she played.
Jake removed the unopened box from her hand. ‘I have decided to give you the present now,’ he told her. ‘Lie down on my desk.’
He removed the tray of cold coffee and other items elsewhere and indicated for her to lie full length upon the surface, on her back. So at least he didn’t intend to spank her. And was that worse? Whatever did he plan to do to her now?
Jake opened the box and withdrew the unusual item within. Cally’s eyes grew wider. She knew what they were.
Love eggs.
Oh God, he intended to insert them into her vagina. She already knew his modus operandi. He was going to make her keep them in all day until she was driven wild with the need to orgasm. Keep her on the edge, like yesterday, without being allowed to go over it. And he was a master of that little torment already.
A heady mixture of blind panic and erotic thrill washed through her as she positioned herself slowly on top of the desk before him.
‘Raise your hips,’ Jake demanded when she was lying down. He stretched his hands around her waist and undid the button on her skirt. He shimmied it down over her hips and dropped it onto the chair. Cally lay there in the white panties, black stockings, and suspenders. Her very high stilettos remained on her feet. She had still not buttoned up her blouse and Jake yanked the two sides apart to reveal her naked breasts.
‘So, you have let other men touch these?’ Jake did not require her response. He touched them, lightly at first and then more firmly, squeezing and manipulating the tissue beneath his firm fingers. Cally gasped. ‘And you have let men taste them too.’ He leant over and took an erect nipple between his teeth. He rolled it between his lip-covered teeth gently, then scraped more firmly along their length with the lightest touch of his teeth. Cally was ready to cry out when he sucked powerfully at them, as if trying to draw them fully into his mouth.
‘You are a horny little slut,’ he murmured, sounding as if that was