50 Shades of Business Men

Bittersweet Punishment (Part 4)

Never before had Tom's office inspired such a deep desire to remove your underwear and throw it out the ostentatious windows in pure frustration. That stupid vibe was going to be the complete and utter death of you.

Did Michael have to ramp it up to full speed again while Tom spoke with his new secretary, a capable brunette in her late 40's that you'd known through the temp agency that Hiddleston & Co. works with. He was all smiles and composure, letting Vanessa know she could take the rest of the day off after she cancelled whatever else Tom had on his schedule for the day. And you could only think about what would happen once he joined you and Michael once more.

Speaking of Michael, he was currently kissing sensual lines into the sensitive line of your jaw, paying particular attention to the small crevice under your ear when you let out a breathy moan. His strong hands wrapped around your waist to pull your body against his from behind, letting you feel every hard ridge of him as you molded your curves to him. And all you could do is cling to those arms as you watched Tom intently, willing him back to you.

But leave it to Michael to show you that your body was capable of even higher levels of frustration.

"How is the little pussy doing, pet?" He purred into your ear, the low tone of his voice sending shivers down your spine, making your gasp in oversensitivity. "I bet it's positively begging to be filled, to be taken and destroyed. You did such a good job in the meeting, pretending you weren't the little whore I know you to be. None of those stuffy old guys had any idea just how much of a slut this professional woman sitting across from them was. Sitting there, hiding a naughty secret from all of them, all the while your pussy was clenching desperately for release."

"Fuck, Michael," you moaned, allowing his words to wash over you, even as you felt your core clench around the unsatisfying vibe. God, you just wanted one of them... or both of them inside of you. You just wanted the deep ache they had inspired in your bones to be satiated.

One of his hands drifted to the edge of your skirt, making slow, sensual movements against your overheated skin, pulling the edge up with every venture upwards, only to go back down as his fingers drew invisible patterns. You lost all coherency as you thrust your hips against his hand, hoping for relief.

He moaned in approval, loving how responsive your body was in that moment, driven so close to insanity. "What a good little girl you are. Look at how you are practically begging me to take you the way you deserve to be. But I think you asked for something different today, pet. And I can't give you what you truly need without our friend getting back here."

You whimpered in frustration, fighting the tears that threatened. Your mind was completely gone as the animal within you took over. Even if Tom wasn't going to take much longer, you were so tired of waiting, so tired of aching and needing and being left burning up with desire. And just as you were about to move away from the form of your tormentor, Michael pulled you against him once more, hard.

"But that doesn't mean we can't make a headstart while we are waiting," he growled, his hand moving in a sudden movement to shove your skirt around your hips, baring your completely drenched core to the chill of the room. The barely noticeable hum of the vibe became auditory as it filled the room like the hum of electricity, and even you could smell just how wet you were as it became obvious to anyone who entered Tom's office.