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Within a matter of minutes, the buttplug is inside of me and vibrating away, and the nipple clamps are attached to my stiffened peaks. “Where are you, pet?” Jonathan asks me. “Green, sir,” I whine. “Please can I have more!” I don’t need to see him to hear the smirk in his voice. “Whatever my pet wants, my pet gets.” I hear the loud vibration of the wand as he turns it on. My core clenches in anticipation just before the broad head of the wand meets my clit, the lips of my pussy spread open by two of Jonathan’s fingers. I scream wordlessly, my legs trying to snap closed at the overwhelming pleasure, but they are stopped by the cuffs holding my legs wide open. Jonathan chuckles, pressing the wand a little harder against me. “You can’t get away, pet. You’re stuck here, at my mercy, until I feel like letting you go.” “Oh, fuck!” I groan, squirming against the intense pleasure. “Sir! Oh, God! It’s too much. It’s too…” And then my world explodes in a firework of plea
We’ve been here in this hotel room for a month now. I could easily have found someone to fly us back home at this point. People are getting restless of having to stay at home, parents in particular. There are families that could also really use the money. Things that I made such to take care of so that none of my employees would have to worry about that. They all are getting paid right now. I’ve got plenty of money to make sure that they are ok. Yeah, I could get someone to fly us home. But why? I have everything that I need, everything that I could want, right here. Yeah, I’m racking up a huge bill, but I don’t care. I can more than cover it with my family money and everything that I’ve made with my business. I don’t want to leave this place, this little cocoon that we’ve created for ourselves. Lexi has never seemed so carefree. So happy. I would do anything to keep her that way. It’s Sunday morning and I’m laying with Lexi in my arms. I wake up before her
I was stunned. Of course, I knew that Jonathan’s parents had died. I had searched to try and find everything I could about him over the years I had worked for him. I knew that he had lost his parent when he was young, before he even graduated from college. But there is nothing on the internet that says what happened. It’s like everything was wiped that pertained to it. I kiss his forehead, holding him tight to me. “I’m so sorry, Jonathan.” If I had known that, I wouldn’t have left like I did. Shit, I wouldn’t have let him leave like he did. He doesn’t look up at me though. Instead, in a monotone voice, he starts to tell me the story. “After my folks cut me off financially, I floated around for a bit, trying to figure out my life. I wasn’t sure what I wanted, or how to get it. I just didn’t want to do something that my parents told me that I should do just because my parents said I needed to do it. “You know the weird thing about me getting into BDSM? I showed me how
I’m trying to read through the profit and loss report for the last quarter. I’m trying really hard. But Lexi has been parading around in a sleeveless top and a skirt that is molded to her every fucking curve. Her heels push her ass up and make her back straight, pushing her tits out. The low neckline of her blouse is accentuated by the fact the top two buttons of her shirt are unbuttoned, showing the tops of her perky breasts. I insist that we dress for the office during work time, even though many of our other co-workers are working in much more comfortable clothes. It helps me get into the mindset to work. And it doesn’t hurt that watching Lexi all buttoned up turns me the fuck on. Knowing that she is so fucking wild in the bedroom, but looks so prim and proper during working hours makes my dick harder than fucking granite. My eyes follow her as she walks back and forth between the fax, printer, her computer, and the scanner that are set up throughout the room. The way th
“I know that we are all still figuring out how to work in this new format, but I need you all to remember that we are still professionals. Many of you are having to work at home with your children and your spouses there. I get that it’s hard to juggle everything. However, when we are in meetings, especially with people outside of our company, you have to make sure that kids aren’t popping in tot eh screen or that you are making food or doing laundry. Sometimes, it is unavoidable and you have to watch your child. However, I urge you to work within our pool of secretaries to find someone who can cover the meeting for you. You can trade some of your work with them that will take the same amount of time that the meeting will take. I assure you that each and every one of our supervisors will understand.” All of the personal assistants and secretaries are in a meeting with the VP of administration, Rosalyn. Rosalyn is an older woman, married with no kids. Word around the office i
One second I was within seconds of calling off the meeting with the entire company just to be with Alexis and the next, I’m blinded with rage. How dare those bitches talk about my angel that way! It’s not like I’ve never gotten hit on by the women at my company. And I’ve heard some of the things that the women say about me. I just didn’t think that things would get this nasty. Alexis has been with the company for years and has worked with several other people. I actually stole her from Dexter when my old secretary had to leave due to some family illness. The fact that some petty, possibly jealous, randos are accusing Alexis of fucking me to climb the ladder instead of understanding how much of an asset she is pissing me the fuck off. And I won’t let them drag her through the mud. I need her. She is the only thing that is worth anything in my life. So, I send her to soak in the bathroom jacuzzi after the meeting. She just looked so fragile, so upset. I had to take car
The second that Jonathan closes the door, I start freaking the fuck out. How many people heard what Amber and Chloe said? How many people are thinking the exact same thing? Technically, there’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing. We’ve let HR know. Told them on the Monday after everything went down with us. We have me being overseen by another supervisor who will be working with Jonathan to make sure that my yearly reviews, any disciplinary actions (hah! Jonathan will take care of those on his own in the bedroom), and any raises and promotions to make sure everything is above board. And we’ll be having quarterly meetings with us to make sure that our relationship isn’t getting in the way of our jobs. But that doesn’t stop people from talking. From bitches like Chloe and Amber dragging my name through the mud. From making Jonathan look bad. Because of me. These never would have happened if I could have just kept it in my pants. Jonathan fully admitted to me that he n
I insisted that Lexi take the rest of the day off and she didn’t fight me on it.I had given each employee an extra “flex” day adn told her to use that. I had a few meetings this afternoon, so I still needed to work, but she didn’t need to be a part of them. I could take enough notes. I honestly just needed her to tell me where to find stuff. I walk into the bedroom, only dressed in my boxers and my dress slacks, opened at the fly. I had gotten up to get some water for both of us. By the time I get back, Lexi is nearly asleep. I can’t help but chuckle at her, thinking of the workout that I had given her throughout the morning and over my lunch break. Unfortunately, I have a meeting starting in about 20 minutes and I have questions for her. “Pet,” I say, setting the water bottles on the bedside table. “I need you to wake up. I have some questions for you.” She groans and I lean down to look at her face. At the same time, she reaches for me and pulls me towards the bed.
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I’m standing outside of the girls’ apartment, my old apartment, with a picnic basket of baked goods and a cooler with drinks, fruits, and icings to add. I have muffins, cinnamon rolls, danishes, cinnamon raisin bread, and fresh bagels. Ok, I went a little overboard. I can admit that. I’m just so fucking anxious about this whole thing that I don’t know how to handle my feelings right now. I had been awake when Andie had texted me last night, contemplating what Angel had said to me earlier that day. I’d actually been looking at pictures of Andie and Jaime on my phone when I got the text. We’d been so happy before this whole thing started. I miss them. So damn much and it took losing them to understand what I’d done wrong. I didn’t even have to think twice about it, I immediately texted her back that I would bring breakfast. And then I fell to sleep without any issue. Granted, I’d only gotten a few hours in bed, since I had to make deliveries to the bakery this morning.
I’ve been tossing and turning in bed all night after listening to everything Angel and Maddie said tonight. “You three belong together.” “He loves you.” “He wants you back.” “What do you have to lose if you do call him?” I know what my heart wants. I also know what my heart is afraid is going to happen. How can I allow him to possibly hurt me, us, all over again? What’s the definition of insanity? Doing something the same way over and over again and expecting a different result? Wouldn’t it just be insanity to allow him back into our lives again and hoping for a different result. Though both Angel and Marta have said that he’s reducing his hours at the business, that they’ve hired a lot of new people, and that he’s learned his lesson. Could it be true? Could he have really changed for us, even if he didn’t think that we’d be there for him? I don’t know. We’ve been in bed since midnight and it’s 3 am. With a huge sigh, I get up and grab my robe. I tie the robe
Jaime and I go about making dinner in silence. We are a well oiled machine at this point, moving easily around each other in our kitchen. Angel and her partner Maddie are coming over tonight for dinner and to play cards. It’s something that we started up in college with Angel. A weekly card game. Each week, someone picks the game that we play and once a year, each of us is supposed to introduce a new card game. We use candy and snack foods for any games that require betting. It’s more to hang out and have fun than anything else. Maddie and Angel have been very careful of who they let in their circle, as have we, so we all feel comfortable being around each other, even with COVID still happening. Unfortunately, this is how much of our life has been since Jorge left. Just a silent orbit around each other. Hold each other through the tears and the pain. But not really talking. I mean, what was there to say? We were enough for each other, but not for the man that we love
“Angel, do you have tomorrow’s shipment of bread all packaged? Carmello’s needs the delivery an hour early. I’d like to be able to have everything on rolling carts so I can just load up the trucks the second I get here,” I call to Angel. When she first started working with me, I had brought Angel on just as a delivery driver. But over the last two months, I have consciously tried to pull myself back from the business and I’ve made Angel a partner. We have three drivers, a part-time baker, and two part-time packagers. I’ve cut my hours back so that I’m working nine hour days, as opposed to the 16 hour days I was working before. The only reason that I’m driving tomorrow is because our early morning guy took tomorrow off. Otherwise, I’ve even built in my Wednesdays and Sundays as days off. “Yes, everythings all ready. Just waiting for the last batch to finish cooling before we get it packaged. I’ll get that done in the next hour,” Angel tells me. I let out a huge sigh. “O
It’s been a week since our last interaction with Jorge. We’ve been communicating via text and notes left at the apartment. The morning after our break up, Jorge was gone by the time Andie and I woke up. He had packed a bag and left a note saying that he would be in and out while Andie and I were at work over the coming week. He’s moving into an apartment over his parents’ restaurant. It was a place that his dad used as an office and that one family member or another would crash at when they were in the dog house with their wives or girlfriends. Not a bad place, but also not a place for someone with as successful a business as Jorge’s. Unfortunately, with COVID still pretty bad, Jorge has elected to stay in a place where only family has been until things blow over a bit. Trying to decide what belongs to who out of our stuff over text is difficult. I had honestly thought that Jorge was the one. The guy that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. When we added Andie
In that way that grief between people who love each other will sometimes turn sexual, when Jorge turns to Jaime and kisses her, she kisses him back. I lean in and kiss the side of his face. He turns towards me and God does it feel good to kiss him. I’ve missed him so damn much. It’s been too damn long. Jaime brings his mouth back to her, their kiss hungry and desperate. My hands go to the bottom of the hoodie he’s wearing and I rip it off of him. Jaime finds his mouth again and I lean down, licking his nipples. He groans into Jaime’s mouth and his body tenses in his arousal. He loves having his nipples played with. At the same time, I rake my nails down his abs. Jorge pulls back from Jaime’s mouth to look down at me. “Please. I need you both.” His voice is so full of need. I look at Jaime, asking if she’s ok with this. Because this is going to be an end. Not a reconciliation. But I want this. I need him. Jaime nods, both of us seeing the motion. Jorge surg
Andie looks between Jaime and me and seems to immediately know what’s going on. She’s always had that ability. To take a situation in at a glance and know exactly what is going on. I guess that’s what makes her so good at programming. And at calling me on my bullshit. Ever since the day that I triggered Jaime’s meltdown, Andie has been more aloof with me. I guess she realized that the promises that I made to her and Jaime, while heartfelt and genuine, weren’t ones that I could keep. I feel like the time that I managed to get after that was more for Jaime’s benefit than Andie’s. As introverted and quiet as she appears, Andie doesn’t take bullshit from anyone. She’s given me more rope than I deserve. But it seems that it was just enough for me to hang myself with. “How far are we into this conversation?” Andie asks. I stare at her, surprised at how calmly she can address this. Jaime is the one that answers. “I’ve told him that he isn’t treating us like priorities an
I’m sitting on the couch flipping through the channels on the TV when Jorge walks in. It’s been two days since our failed date and this is the first time that I’ve seen him in more then passing. He’s dressed in sweats and a tank, his hair wet from a shower. He must have just come back from a run. Andie and I have been sleeping in her old room ever since our failed date night. With the hours that he’s been keeping, I don’t really know what he’s up to. I don’t know that I really can muster up the ability to care. Each time I do, it just seems to hurt me a little more. “Hey…” Jorge says tentatively. He walks in the room and sits on the arm of the couch. I glance over at him. “Hey,” I say, turning my attention back to the TV. “Um…where’s Andie?” he asks, like he’s not sure what to say. “Doctor’s appointment and then grocery shopping.” My responses aren’t angry, but they are short and I don’t turn my attention back to him. Instead I give the remote the voice command to tu