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The old Lola would've balked at something so out there, a little afraid to experiment in the sexy department with a new man. However, I’d been reborn the moment I'd taken my life back... and orgasmed deliciously, on the bathroom floor.
“This is a little introduction to my world,” Joseph went on. “You'll get to know me and what makes me tick. You'll understand who I am and why I do this, the more you indulge me.”
“Indulge you?” Clearing my squeaky throat, I went on. “How do I do that exactly? Will you meet me here? I mean, I've read a few saucy books, but I've never, you know...” Leaning forward, I poked the dildo,“...done BDSM with anyone.”
His chuckle was loud in my ear. “There's no need to poke it like it's a dead mouse.”
I froze at his words. The spooky kind of chill gripped me as I straightened up and looked around, expecting to see Joe hiding in the corner or something.
“Don't panic,” he muttered, “please.”
“How do you know that I just...? Are you spying on me?” My voice was high pitched as I trod around the chair, heading towards the door and swinging it open, just in case he was standing on the other side and could see through wood. Nope, my freaky boss wasn't there, it was just fresh air.
“I have been spying on you,” he said down the phone, “and I'm not sorry.”
I stood on the threshold of the door, ready to run the fuck out of there. And yet, there was that zing of excitement, pulsing deep within me. “Not this whole time?”
His hummed affirmative made me swallow hard. I'd slated him and masturbated, numerous times, within these four walls. And all along, he'd been watching me. There was a kink and then there was messed up.
“You took everything from me yesterday,” he muttered, “and it was so fucking sweet. However, you need more.”
“More?”
The door slowly closed as my hand pushed it against my own better judgement. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about our interaction in the bathroom, it had literally played out in my mind a thousand times in the last twenty-four hours. Joe had pushed me to breaking point, using his masculine energy to force me to face the pain that had been inflicted on me since I was young. Maybe his technique could help me to come out of my shell.
His breathing was loud in my ear as I turned back to the room and whispered into the phone. “What more can you give?”
The hitch in his throat made me shudder. He liked that I had stayed, liked that I was open to hear him out. He knew that it had been a risk to tell me about his spying, but a little part of me was pleased that he hadn't been put off me after watching me for months.
“You've scratched the surface of your trauma,” he said, “barely taking back an inch of the miles of power you gave away.”
“Gave away?” I choked, tempted to march straight out of the room. “You are fucking kidding me?”
Clearing his throat, he stalled before he replied. “Okay, let me rephrase that. Barely clearing the dirt that they smeared you with.”
Maybe it was just my young mind, but I didn't quite get what he was trying to convey. He had gone from straight talking boss to cryptic sex-god. And I was too stupid not to enjoy it.
“I can heal you,” he said, no doubt smiling at my idiocy.
Shaking my head, I stepped towards the chair, eyeing the dildo that stood proud and unapologetic. I had used toys on myself, but I’d never glued one to a chair, I had to admit.
“So...” I gestured at the contraption. “How is this going to help me to heal, exactly?”
“Put me on loudspeaker,” he purred, sending tingles over my spine, “and I'll show you.”
Doing as he asked, I placed the phone on the desk and waited for him to continue. My insides were quivering as I looked towards the chair, suddenly shy of what he might ask of me. Anyone else would've told me to run away and never look back. But no, for some bizarre reason, I wanted in on the madness.
“I can't believe you've been watching me. Can you see me now?” I ran a hand over the leather on the arm of the chair. “What am I doing?”
His voice was calm, if a bit tight, when he replied. “I had to make sure that you were the one I was looking for, and for that, I had to know how you acted in private. You're curious now,” he went on, “exploring my gift with your hand.”
I stilled my fingers, only resuming my stroking when a zip of excitement clenched my pussy. The strain in his voice told me that he liked my innocent approach. And I was only too happy to oblige.
“This is new to me,” I said, smiling when he inhaled sharply, “I need help to understand how to use it. Will you come and show me?”
His cough was the only indication that he liked the idea. And yet, he hummed a negative. “No, I need to test you.”
“Test me?” I frowned and glanced over my shoulder, unsure where the hidden camera was filming me from. “In what way?”
