She hated that her hand was rammed deep between her thighs.
She was disgusted with herself that her fingers were buried deep inside her cunt.
She couldn’t believe she was doing this here, now, alone in the office. That she had stayed behind, watched as everyone left, made excuses, knowing she was soon to be fucking herself.
Worst of all, it was all because he had told her to. She never relented to a man, never let anyone control her. Not anymore. Not after so many let downs. She despised herself for letting this man have such control over her.
And he wasn’t even there. It was just his voice on the phone.
So she sat there, legs spread, fingers soaked, trying to decide who she hated more him or herself.
And all the while her heart raced, her cunt throbbed and her mind span out of control.
She was held there, counting the seconds until he ushered his next command.
She had never been so awake, so present in the moment. There was nothing else but him and her and their connection.
She hated him for it.
She needed him for it.
She loved him for it.
