Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

Slave For A Night

Daya tried so hard to come up with a truly unique present for her birthday- but she wants something else from him...PWP, very M very, very, very M

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Not even noon yet, and already Shreya felt bone-tired.

She looked up with a hearty sigh and watched the small pile of birthday presents on the drawer next to her couch. Her colleagues were just such a nice bunch of people. She loved them dearly. But she so wasn't into all that birthday-stuff.

Purvi had asked her (a smile like the blasting sun itself on her face) what she planned to do tonight, after work…truth be told: nothing.

No cooking (she hated it), so probably take-away. TV? Meh. But hey- what else should a single, rather lonely lady do on one of the most miserable days of the year?

Her birthday always reminded her how few people truly cared for her. Vineet called, at least. Most years, her at least two college friends forgot all about the date (as she would have liked to do herself, for god's sake). Otherwise, not a soul was interested in Shreya’s stupid little b-day. Except her colleagues, of course. Hey, they were nice. But they were just that…colleagues. There was a distance between her and them. And it would stay that way.

Well- except maybe with Mr. Annoyance himself.

He didn't give a flying one about professional distance- so, sad but true: he was what came closest to a friend in her life. Too bad she didn't want him. As a friend, that was. She knew full well her feelings for Daya weren't friendly.

They were dark. Filthy. Utterly sinful.
And when she would sit in front of another boring TV-show tonight, a glass of red wine in her hand, her thoughts would start to wander- in a direction so dirty she would blush all over…even alone in her own home.

But hey. She allowed herself a secret smile. From time to time, she just needed this. A little walk down fantasy lane, so to say.

He would possibly hate her if he knew this. Or…nonononono. She shouldn't go there, it was stupid, she would just feel even lonelier tonight.

So- paperwork.

She had worked for half an hour when her undoing on two legs marched into her office- without knocking, of course, but she had stopped wondering about that long ago.

"Hey, Daya", she said, "what's up?"

"Well…" he drawled, "it's your birthday, Shreya."

"Wow, Daya", she mocked, smiling almost tenderly at him, "that was fast, even for you…what about my birthday? Want to give me the present you miraculously forgot this morning?"

Daya smiled back. Hmmm, the look in her eyes did something to him- he suddenly felt a little light-headed.

"Meh, Shreya", he said, "I didn't forget your present, how can you think that? I just wanted to tell you about it in private."

She was a little bit alarmed now- even more so when she noticed the smug expression on his face.

"Okaaaaayy", she said slowly, "what is this present, Daya?"

"Me." he said matter-of-factly.

A whole waterfall of forbidden images crashed through Shreya’s mind- Daya, stark naked in her bed, ready to be used for a long, hot, sweaty bout of mind-blowing….she managed to keep her face unmoving. More or less.

"Well, I know that you don't have girlfriends in the classical sense of the word, "he said- she didn't ask him how he knew that. It was of no use. "So I thought I could be your girlfriend for tonight. From the moment you leave this office until midnight. And I'm going to do everything you ask for…everything. No exceptions. Well- except stuff that will harm other people, but everything else- your wish is my command. I'm your slave for a night."