14

Elaine

I'd never been so afraid of anything like this in my entire life.

My heart raced as he walked around me slowly, his footsteps light on the rug, yet they sounded like the silent ticks of a bomb about to explode. A tremor went through me as he laced his thumb on my collarbones, rubbing a particular spot.

“Stand.”

I lifted my face to hold his gaze. He watched me impassively for a minute, turning to settle back on his swivel chair. Being alone with him there was hard, but watching him sit and spread his legs apart, his suit pants clinging to his slender legs and thighs gave me a mini-orgasm. There was just so little I could allow myself to take on at this point.

“Come closer and get on your knees,”

I nimbly stepped forward, kneeling before him. He kicked off his shoes, impeccable black loafers and thrust a foot into my hands. “Massage it. There’s oil in the cupboard to your left.”

I knelt still, rooted. “I beg your pardon? You want me to massage your legs?”

“I think I made myself