Page 11 of Sweet Torture (Torture Games #1)

NINE

NAZ

I parade in front of the mirror with a racy little green number. I arch to see the tiny crystal draped against the milky curves of my gorgeous behind.

Nothing is better than placing markers for a treasure hunt. We don’t want my wolf in sheep’s clothing to get lost, now do we?

I turn to my lingerie drawer and pull out various colors that look more like contraptions, but only I know the potential locked up by a strategically placed buckle or two.

After our little meeting yesterday, I want to prove to him that I could mean so much more to him. He could discover things about himself that he has denied ever existed.

I saw the girls from the gallery, pathetically vying for his attention even though he clearly had someone with him.

Not to mention Miss Diamond St. Trash from yesterday.

He has no shortage of female company, and I need to sweeten the deal.

His revelation from yesterday does make me hesitant to pursue this.

But what better way to prove my worth than achieving the unattainable?

Although from experience, I can say that he was more than willing to come a few times at my vindictive hands and lips.

Can’t orgasm my ass.

One elusive orgasm coming up. When I am done with him his unicorn dick will turn into a leaking faucet when he hears my name.

I need to remain calm and remind myself that I have a higher calling. Allegedly.

I nod to my image in the mirror and move to my vanity for the next step.

I open the drawer and take out my favorite lip pencil. I line my lips flawlessly and instinctively reach for the same red lipstick as before.

I know exactly what our strong business titan needs, and it is me.

A woman who will not be denied the pleasures of his flesh.

One that is on her way to his offices to remedy this silly confusion that he is grappling with.

He wants me. And I am even more sure than before that he is craving my body.

So, why deny us both a good time? I dress quickly in the suitable outfit I chose earlier.

My heels hint at a better time than the decent office attire I have on, but I have to blend in.

With one last approving look in the mirror, I grab my keys, wink, and lock the door behind me.

Challenge accepted.

I ride the elevator to the top level and find the little contrite assistant of a man standing in my way.

“I am sorry, Miss. Mr. Maxwell is still in another meeting in the conference room.”

I almost want to pet him on his head; it seems like he needs the comfort.

“No problem, I will just wait in his office for his return.” I start walking to the door, but he jumps in front of me like a terrified jackrabbit.

“Unfortunately, nobody is allowed in Mister Maxwell’s office when he is not there.”

Aw, poor bunny.

“Listen. I can assure you he would be more displeased when I inform him that you have denied me access to his office. Now, hop away and continue with your other work. I would like to be left alone while I wait for his return.”

I step around him, his mouth agape, and open the heavy wooden door only to shut it tight behind me.

I stroll deeper into the room until I reach the informal sitting area.

My hands stroke the back of the couch, walking across the softest carpet I have ever seen.

I bet it won’t leave behind any carpet burns on his knees.

Might need to suggest that as a scene once he caves on this ridiculous ego thing.

I walk to his desk and take a seat behind it in his chair.

Doesn’t he understand I can be so good to him?

Time to put my plan into action. I take my phone from my purse and type a message to send to him. Step one is to unnerve him a little.

Morning Griffin. Did you prepare for our meeting today? You look like someone who would dot his I’s and stroke his D.

His reply is immediate, and it pleases me immensely.

Morning...Do you have to start with this so early?

My fingers fly across the keyboard.

I do like the carpet in your office. What is the thread count?

I send a little winking face emoji to ensure my intentions are abundantly clear.

I see the tell-tale three dots of him typing for a considerable time. His struggle is apparent when the minutes pass by. Eventually, his response comes through.

No one is allowed in my office. Have you no respect for boundaries?

I assume that is much tamer than what he wanted to send me. Poor little bunny outside is probably getting an earful right now.

I like being in your office; you just seem to be missing something .

Nothing is missing. It fulfils all my needs.

Challenge accepted. I put my phone on record directly in front of me on the desk, leaning against his calendar.

I pull my white ruffled shirt down low to expose even more of my breasts.

Then, I take my reading glasses out of my purse, which I had tossed on his desk, and put them on.

I wanted to go for a sexy secretary look.

Now, I lean with my forearms on his desk, pushing up my breast and exposing all but my nipples, looking pensively to the side.

In the next frame, I take one of his pens and rest it lightly on my red lips while looking directly at the screen.

That should be adequate. I ensure that the phone captures a fair amount of the background.

I look through all the shots and choose the two that would suit my mission the best. I screenshot it, and then I send the first photo with a caption: I could think of a few things that might change the atmosphere in here .

I get up and walk over to his bar cart to pour something that resembles whiskey. Probably the good stuff. I take a sip and check the lipstick mark left behind. Perfect. When he sees it, there can be no doubt in his mind that I was here.

I wanted to play it cool, but I knew it was impossible with this man.

Whenever I think about him, my body starts thrumming with desire, and the whiskey causes my lust to descend into full-body tremors.

I place the glass right above one of his desk drawers.

I open it, see menial stationary objects, and feel confident that the drawer is used sparingly. I can only smile when I read his reply.

Enticing, were the pictures all you had in mind? Or could I persuade you to leave the paperwork to the men?

So arrogant; just how I like them.

Training starts today. I am here to assess the situation.

Then, I send the second photo. This one has my pink tongue licking the pen resting on my lips. That should be enough for today. But I promise myself that I will be splayed open on this table the next time I am at this office, receiving pleasure.

What the fuck are you doing to me. My cock is so hard that I can barely breathe. I am on my way.

I want to do a little happy dance, but I have work to do. So, I send a message back.

No, you will stay for the whole meeting, or you won't get your reward.

When his message comes through, I can hear his whining voice in my head.

I won't be able to concentrate on anything after those photos.

But I stand firm. He needs to learn.

No obedience, no reward.

We should be done in about ten minutes.

That's my cue. I take off my panties and bunch them up to retain my heat. I place them in the drawer and close it. I leave the glass there to give Griffin some sign. Then I stroll to the door, open it to step through, and close it behind me.

Little bunny sighs in relief when he sees me, and I smile.

“Yes, yes, you don’t have to worry anymore. However, I would stay vigilant if I were you. I don’t think his mood is going to improve when he sees what I have done.”

His reaction is involuntary, and his eyes grow ten times in size, if possible. That is why I need a strong man like Griffin. The weak ones make it just too easy.

I stroll to the elevator, and it doesn’t take long for the message to come through.

Where are you? I thought you were waiting for me. I knew I should have left earlier.

Grinning, I ride to the bottom floor and decide to walk out into the sunlight before I reply. As soon as I push through the door, my fingers go to work.

Little one. I am not your reward, darling. Check your office. I am sure you are smart enough to find it. But wait until I give permission to touch it.

Minutes go by before he replies again.

I found it. What now?

I drive home, taking my time, but since I live so close by, it takes no time at all before I am lounging on my favorite chair and sending a message back.

Do you want to play with me? You need to give your consent and tell me your safe word .

Yes. Safe word is rebel.

Eager one isn’t he?

Remember, you can use it anytime during the scene.

Yes.

There is still a tone of superiority in his tone. But two can play at that game.

Lock your office door.

Done

The shorter message bodes well. He is probably too excited to use too many words.

Now, I want you to release your hard cock and wrap my lacy panties around your shaft.

It takes a few nerve-wracking minutes for his response to come through.

It still feels so warm.

It should. I prepared it especially for you, hoping you would be a good boy.

I am sure he is stroking himself now, but I need to gently edge him here.

I am still typing my following message when he shocks me by sending one first.

They smell divine.

Dammit. He is trying to do it again. Not today, Satan, not today.

I give up texting and call him.

"Hi, I was on my way to call you myself...I–"

I cut him off. “Are you still touching yourself? "

"I will only be available again in a few minutes. My partner requested an impromptu audience with me." The words are spoken with evident frustration. He’s not alone.

"Oh, little one. You were a filthy little liar. You didn't lock the door as instructed. Now, you will be punished severely. I want you to say 'I understand' every time you mean yes and 'please elaborate' when you mean no. Is that clear?" I demand.