“You’ll have no more orgasms until I say so, Sunny.” A hard stare. “Understood?”
“Wait. What?”
“Tonight, you do not come. No touching yourself. No getting off. At all.”
“Why not?”
“Because I said so. See how it works?”
“How will you know?”
“Because you’ll tell me.”
The jerk is right. I want to wipe the smirk off his face.
“Well, guess I’d better go, then,” I say in my brattiest voice.
“Good. Get some sleep.”
“You’re bossy.”
“That is the sum total of my charm, sweetheart.”
Not true, but there’s no way I’m telling him that. Instead, I ask, “When am I allowed to come, then, huh? In three weeks?”
He goes serious. “You’ll come when I say so. Got it?”
With a whoosh, my entire body goes hot and heavy and so darned needy that I wonder if I can even sleep without taking care of myself. Which, honestly, is a first.
“I don’t like you right now,” I lie.
“You’ll thank me later.”
I growl and he chuckles and we both end on a sigh.
“I have one more request, Rae.”
“You giveth orgasms and then you taketh them away… What more could you possibly ask for?”
He grins. “I want to put your desk back to where it was.”
“Why?”
“So I can look at your face while there’s still time.”
Of everything he’s said to me, that’s what makes me blush the hardest.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Rae
I’M WEARING A GARTERbelt to work on Wednesday, along with pale pink, gossamer-thin thigh-highs. Also, as it happens, no panties.
Because if I’m going to suffer from this no-orgasms nonsense, Grant had better suffer too. I may be a Very Good Girl who enjoys pleasing her Dom, but I also, without a doubt, enjoy a good dose of comeuppance.
My Dom. Just thinking those words warms me as I walk up the exterior steps. I enter Sugar’s lobby, where Sam’s at reception on a call. She lifts a hand, and I stop beside her desk.
I really need to talk to someone. Badly. But she makes a face and waves before tucking her head down and whispering into what I realize is not the office phone but her cell.
