Page 23 of Dark Holiday

Vacuum daily. There’s a supply closet near the bathroom.

I want everything in its place.

DO NOT TOUCH MY FILES

You will be in violation of several privacy acts.

You will not stay late unless you are requested to do so in front of the office.

You will go home via Jack every night. No walking. No cabs.

I don’t give a fuck if you think it’s safe. It’s not. You WILL use Jack.

Even though it’s not explicit in the notes, knowing he’s still watching, still demanding I do my best, sends a frisson of arousal flooding over me. How weird is it that a multi-tiered list can get me so hot and bothered? I glance back at the bathroom, unsure if I should chance going back there to get myself off.

How pathetic is this? Just looking at a stupid list makes me want to come? Is this what I’ve been reduced to? Glancing over at the window, Daniel is deep in his conversations. Knowing him, he won’t even notice I’m gone. Sliding back from the desk, I ease my way through the rest of the office and out the door.

Once I’m in the hall, I make a beeline for the public restroom, bashing the door open in my haste. I don’t care if anyone heard it. All I can think about is getting some much-needed relief. Again, the bathroom is empty, and I thank God above as I bolt the door. Once more, I sprawl out on the couch and slide my skirt up.

The moment my fingers brush my clit over the fancy panties Daniel bought me, I shiver, bowing up into the touch. I don’t even waste time removing anything or sliding anything over; I just rub myself through the expensive fabric, concentrating on the stern dip of Daniel’s brows as he scolded me earlier.

As I’m about to reach my peak, a loud knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. Freezing, I listen for a moment, keeping myself still and quiet. Again, the loud bangs reverberate through the room, followed by the unmistakable sound of the doorknob jiggling. With my orgasm interrupted, there’s no way I’ll be able to get off right now.

I walk over to one of the stalls, flush, then turn on the water before opening the door. Part of me expects to see some irate woman needing to go. Seeing Daniel looming there comes as a surprise. Squeaking, I step back as he thunders into the room.

“I don’t believe I sanctioned this field trip, did I?”

“N-no, Sir.”

“And have I not shown you where the office bathroom is? If I’m not mistaken, you changed in there today.”

“You did, Sir.”

“Then why are you here? And why is the door locked?”

“I just needed some privacy.”

His lips curl up into a sinister grin. “Oh? And what type of privacy would you need? I assure you, any forms of relieving yourself wouldn’t be heard by the other workers. The room is soundproof for that very reason.” He pauses a moment and looks down at his nails. “Though you may need to provide the candle yourself if it’s that sort of bathroom trip.”

Heat floods my face. I’m almost more willing to tell him I was trying to get off than to let him think I was doing...well...that. Unless it's an absolute emergency, nobody should go poo in a public area. My confession is on the tip of my tongue when he pokes his head in further and sniffs.

Fuck. As if I’m not already beyond mortified at the conversation. “I see no candle is necessary for you. I think you’ll be fine using the office. Now then, while you were away on your little excursion, I’ve already missed three phone calls. You can use the potty when it’s your break time. It really does interfere when you walk out like that. If you need to go outside of that, you’ll ask me.”

Without waiting for a reply, he turns and walks back down the hallway, leaving me standing at the bathroom door. Gripping my fingers into fists, I drink in the bite of pain from the new nails as I watch his retreating back. This is the Daniel I remember, the one that humiliated me every chance he could. Fine. If that’s the way he wants to be, then I’ll have less trouble getting over him.

CHAPTER 12

Daniel

That little minx thinks she can just skip out, and I’ll never know. When will she come to realize that I always know? Grinning, I pull my phone back out to watch her through the camera. The first time she went there, I knew exactly what she was doing. She thought she was so sneaky, but I remember how her face used to blush in that very same way when I said or did something that turned her on.

After that day, I installed some cameras, but only in the seating area. As much as I want to watch her, control her, I don’t give two shits about her bathroom habits. That’s never been a turn-on for me. Watching her sprawl out like that on the couch, lifting up the skirt I bought her, running her fingers up and down the silken panties she wears at my pleasure, my cock shot up so fast it made my head spin.

If I’m not allowed to touch her and indulge in her body, she sure as hell won’t be allowed to either. By redirecting her to use my bathroom in the office, I hope to curb her impulse to just get off whenever she feels like it. Hopefully, it will be too close to me for her to feel she could get away with it. And she shouldn’t. The moment I stepped foot into this office and claimed it as mine, cameras went up into the bathroom as well.

None of the other employees use it. Just her. They must know something is up between us with just that act alone. Shaking my head, I continue down towards the office, glancing at the screen. She still stands there, hands on her hips in that adorable show of anger she sometimes has. Even after all these years, I still find her flare-ups cute.

Once I’m back at my desk, I answer her missed calls. I wasn’t lying when I told her that. As much as I want to play with her, I do actually need Cindy to do her fucking job. If this were any other woman, she would have been fired by now without a reference. But I can’t do that to her, to us. At some point, I’m going to stake my claim, and it’s better that we have, at the minimum, a tenuous relationship.