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Chapter Fifteen

 

It wasn’t long until she heard from Daniel. On Tuesday,
mid-afternoon, a huge bunch of flowers and a gift bag were delivered to her in
her office. She knew they were from Daniel—they were expensive, exotic flowers
which looked more like miniature sculptures which could eat flies whole rather
than something pretty to look at.

She opened the gift bag. Inside it was a package wrapped in
silvery tissue paper. It looked so pretty. Could it be jewelry? Somehow she
didn’t think so. It was too heavy, too big and she felt sick wondering what was
inside it. She read the label before she opened it, written in Daniel’s flowing
handwriting with a fountain pen and old- fashioned ink. It said,
“To wear
now, all day, until I see you.”

Checking that her door was closed, she unwrapped the
package. She could tell from the feel and the weight of it that it wasn’t
clothes either. There were three things inside. One she recognized immediately
as a large pair of love eggs, joined together, the larger one covered in a
silicone sleeve with soft spikes all over it.

The second thing was tiny bottle of “Fire Power.” She read
the label “Extra-hot lube—for an ultra-intense burning sensation inside and
out.” Finally there was a pair of tiny black panties. She examined them and
felt a bullet in a pocket in the front, like a mini-vibrator, positioned so
when she wore them it would fit against her clit. But there wasn’t an on-off
button. Perhaps just the pressure was supposed to feel nice. She was to put
these on now and wear them for the rest of the day.

She checked the clock. It was half past four. Not long left
at work, then she could go home—maybe take a cab instead of the bus—and wait
for Daniel. He was usually there by seven. But that was still two-and-a-half
hours with these in. She’d put it off for a while. He wouldn’t know what time
the delivery came.

Her office phone rang. She picked it with a heavy heart. “Mr.
Rolleston for you,” her intern said brightly.

“Hello,” said Daniel. “How do you like your gifts?”

How did he know? He’d probably insisted the delivery
company call him as soon as they’d dropped it off.
“Hello. I’ve just opened
them.”

“Good. And are you wearing them?”

“Not yet. I was just going to.”

“Make sure you do. And use all the lube. I’ll call you back
in ten minutes.” He hung up.

She sighed irritably. What if she had been in a meeting or
had some important stuff to do? As it was, she only really worked on Daniel’s
company case now. What would happen after she ended things with Daniel? Would
she still have a job?

She went to the ladies’ room, her packages tucked into her
handbag. Lucy was in there and started chatting away to her but Ruthanne couldn’t
concentrate.

She locked herself in a cubicle and stared at the items. She
checked her watch. She’d better hurry up. First the lube. She opened the tiny
sealed bottle and squirted it onto her fingers. She immediately felt a burning
sensation. Nervously she covered the double sections of the egg in it and eased
them inside her. She waited, wondering when she would feel something.

It didn’t take long. She felt warm inside, then the warmth
became a hotter, burning sensation. She wriggled, feeling the eggs shift inside
her, feeling pleasantly full and hot. Then she tucked her panties into her handbag
and slipped on the ones Daniel had sent her. They fit well but tightly and she
could feel the little bullet shape pressing against her, edging between her
lips and against her clit. It felt nice—not too much, just a pleasing pressure,
a gentle reminder of the pleasure to come.

She left the cubicle, feeling the eggs moving inside her as
she walked, thinking it wasn’t so bad. She could easily handle this for a
couple of hours. Back in her office the phone rang again and it was Daniel.

“Mission accomplished?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Everything in place?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Are you feeling nice and warm?”

“Yes,” she said again, shifting in her seat.

“Are you alone?”

“Yes.”

He laughed and she felt an incredible sensation as the eggs
started to move inside her and the bullet buzzed her clit.

“Oh. Oh.” She gripped the edge of the desk.

They stopped as suddenly as they had started and she
relaxed.

“It’s working then? Both of them?”

“Yes,” she said, breathless.

“Good. I can do them one at a time.” The clit toy buzzed and
she gasped and crossed her legs, not sure if she wanted to stop or to press it
harder against her. Then the love eggs moved inside her, not so much vibrating
as turning up and down, like something alive.

“Oh, God. Stop.” Both toys were very quiet but in her office
someone could still hear the faint buzzing.

“I know,” said Daniel. “Someone could hear. Someone could
walk in and hear you using sex toys at your desk, even—” The clit toy buzzed
again. “Even having an orgasm right there and then in front of them. Imagine
that.”

“No,” she said urgently. “No Daniel, that’s not fair. I’m
going to take them out.”

“Oh dear. If you do that I’ll have to punish you.”

“I can’t do this at work, Daniel. Be reasonable.”

“Very well. If you ask me nicely I’ll promise not to make
you come at work. Ask nicely.”

“Please, Daniel. Please don’t make me come at work.”

“Spell it out. Say exactly what it is you don’t want me to
do.”

“Please don’t turn on the toys and make me come.”

“Because?”

“Because someone might hear me or see me.”

“And why would that matter?” he asked. “Don’t they know what
a dirty girl you are? Don’t they know you’re really a bit of a slut?”

“No,” she insisted. “I’m not.”

“Really? I would suggest that wearing sex toys at the office
means you a dirty girl and most definitely a slut, wouldn’t you?”

She sighed. “I suppose so.”

“So say it.”

“They don’t know I’m a dirty girl and a slut.”

“And if I turn the toys on for too long you might come in
front of them and then they’d know for sure you’re a dirty girl and slut wouldn’t
they? Say it then.”

“Please don’t turn on the toys,” she said, her voice low,
hating the things he made her say. “Because I might come in front of them and
then they’ll know that I’m a dirty girl and a slut.”

“Oh very well then. Seeing as you asked so nicely. I wasn’t
going to anyway. I just like hearing you beg.” He laughed. “Text me when you’re
on your way home.” He hung up.

Ruthanne watched the clock obsessively, knowing that she
couldn’t trust Daniel to stick to his word and keep them turned off while she
was at work. He could make them vibrate at any minute. The lube was still
burning and tingling inside her, making her aware of every movement of every
shift in her seat. She felt full and stretched.

At five she decided she’d had enough. She gathered her
things and called a taxi. She told her intern to tell anyone who asked she’d
gone early with a headache.

“You don’t look well,” said the intern sympathetically.

She walked carefully out of the building, conscious of the
eggs rolling inside her, desperate for them not to fall out. Could that happen?
She didn’t know. She’d never tried walking with something like this inside her
before. She took small quick steps and got into a cab and sat down.

As they moved into the traffic she texted Daniel. He texted
back immediately. “Is the driver’s radio on? Is the screen closed?” She replied,
“Yes and yes,” knowing what he was going to do and he did it immediately.

First the eggs seemed to come to life, turning somersaults
inside her, making her squirm and press into the seat. Then the clit toy buzzed
briefly and stopped. Another text came in. “Don’t come.”

None of this would be on camera and what would anyone see
anyway—a woman wriggling in her seat looking a bit desperate? Ruthanne didn’t
know if she was pleased or not that none of this would be on film.

On the one hand she didn’t want Ed to see her like this but
on the other it got her no nearer to getting rid of Daniel. The clit toy buzzed
again and she gasped and pressed her hand against herself, not sure if she was
trying to stop it buzzing up against her or press it harder against herself. If
it carried on she knew she would come. It stopped and the eggs stopped too and
she relaxed again.

She looked out of the window, seeing people walking home
from work, living normal lives. Were any of these women wearing sex toys, being
stimulated against their will? Was she the only one?

Both toys started again, the egg swirling and turning inside
her and the clit bullet buzzing against her. She suppressed a moan, pressing
back into the seat, crossing her legs tightly, closing her eyes, fixing on the
pleasure. Was it against her will? She didn’t have to do it. And she didn’t
have to enjoy it so much.

Finally she was home. She paid the driver quickly, not
meeting his eye, hoping he’d not noticed anything. She stepped carefully out of
the taxi, keeping her legs together as much as she could, taking baby steps
with her thighs pressed together. She made it inside and waited for the lift.

There was no one around, thank god. Then the toys started
buzzing again. She drew in a breath and leaned against the wall by the lift,
hanging her head, just hoping no one else would come in before the lift got
here.
Come on, come on
. The eggs moved and twisted. She pressed her
knees tightly together, hoping they couldn’t fall out. The clit toy buzzed and
she had to stop herself from doubling over with the pleasure.

“Enjoying yourself?”

Ruthanne jerked upright with shock as Daniel stepped out
from the shadows of the stairwell.

“Oh,” she said, her hand at her heart. “You really made me
jump. I didn’t know anyone was there.”

“I’ve been close to you all afternoon,” he said, smiling. “These
only have a short range.” He pulled the two remotes out of his pocket and watched
her flinch and jerk as her turned the switches on and off, turning them up to
full power then down again.

The lift arrived and she staggered in with Daniel close
behind her. The doors closed.

The toys were still for a second.

“Look at me.” He held her gaze as he turned the clit toy on
full, watching her lips part and the little moan escape as the vibrations
pulsed through her tender clit.

Then he turned that off and switched on the eggs again. They
turned over and shifted inside her. She put her hand to her stomach, drawing in
her breath.

“How do you like it?”

She looked at him, not sure if she did or didn’t. The doors
opened before she could answer and she took a few small steps to her front
door. As she let them into her apartment she thought about the cameras. They
were motion-activated and the one in the hallway would be filming them now.
Instinctively she dropped her head, not wanting her face on camera.

“So.” Daniel helped her off with her coat. “You didn’t
answer me. Do you like it?”

“No,” she said, aware her voice would be recorded. “I don’t.
I don’t want you to do it.”

“Are you sure?” He lifted her skirt abruptly. “Open your
legs.” She did so, hoping the eggs wouldn’t fall out. He pulled her panties to
one side. “But you’re dripping wet. Look.” He held his fingertips to her face.
She could see the moisture glistening on his fingers.

“You see. That’s not lube, that’s you getting wet again.
Taste it.” He pushed his fingers against her lips but she tightened her mouth
and shook her head.

“Oh dear. You never learn. Either that or you
want
to
be punished. First you lie to me, saying you don’t like when you clearly love
it and now you’re refusing to do what I tell you. You’ll be punished for this.”
He sounded pleased rather than annoyed. “Now open your mouth.”

He held the back of her head with one hand and pushed the
fingers of his other hand against her lips.

Reluctantly she opened her mouth and he put his fingers
inside. “Good girl. Now suck my fingers, taste yourself. Now let me ask you
again. Do you like it?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice thick around his fingers, her
mouth filled with a mixture of the burning lube and her own salty-sweet taste.

“Good. Because I’ve got a lot more toys in the bag for you.
We’ll see which ones you like best.”

He went into the front room, taking a bottle of wine from
his bag. “Open this. You’ll want to have a few glasses. It will be better if
you’re relaxed.”

She moved into the kitchen, aware that every move, every
word would be picked up on film. She poured two glasses of wine and took them
into the front room.

Daniel was settled on the sofa, his bag at his feet. “Now
let’s drink to pleasure!” He clicked glasses with her and she found herself
wishing it was Ed here instead, clinking coffee cups with her.

“So did you feel aroused this afternoon in your office?”

“Yes,” she said softly, not wanting to speak loudly not
wanting the camera to hear. There was no point saying no. He’d only make her
say yes anyway. And it was the truth. She had been aroused and she was still
aroused now. Whatever she thought of Daniel she wanted him to do things to her,
to make her come.

“Good. I thought you might like your gifts. I like the
thought of you getting wet for me in the office.” He leaned forward, touching
her blouse. “How much were your clothes?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“Because I’m going to tear them off you soon,” he said
casually. “And I’d like to make sure you are properly recompensed. Pleasure can’t
be its only reward.”

She wasn’t sure what to say.

“Would five thousand cover it?”

She nodded. Where did he think she shopped? She could buy
half her wardrobe for that. “But I don’t want your money,” she said clearly,
making sure it would be heard by the cameras. “I don’t want money.”

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