He watched her leave, used his phone to turn the egg and plug inside her onto the random setting Kenny had programmed, and then headed toward the master bath for his own shower.
* * * *
Two hours later, Willow sat in the parking lot for a solid minute, hands tight on the wheel, heart beating far too fast for a simple Friday morning. Kenny’s four roast beef sandwiches and three apples sat neatly in the cooler bag on the passenger seat, but they weren’t the problem.
The problem was the egg in her cunt and butt plug in her ass — both on random settings, firing at different intervals. Sometimes nothing for ten minutes, sometimes both at once, sometimes one ramping from barely-there to impossible-to-ignore in seconds. She never knew what was coming next.
And she had to walk in there in a cute little dress and heels — no bra, no panties, just smooth bare skin under the fabric — and greet whoever happened to be inside without letting them see she was vibrating.
She checked her lipstick in the visor mirror. Hair and makeup were fine. The only thing not fine was her ability to keep her face composed if one or both toys went off while she talked to someone.
If she hesitated much longer she’d be late, and that would be worse. She grabbed the cooler bag, stepped out, and headed inside.
She met four women and three men on the walk to his office. His assistant motioned her in and closed the door behind her.
She stood beside the door in her dress and heels, since he was on the phone, arguing with someone over a concrete delivery.
Three minutes later, the conversation switched to the mix, which seemed to have something to do with the temperature, and Kenny pointed her under his desk, but then tugged at her dress when she kneeled without taking it off.
She stood, removed it and folded it onto a credenza, and five seconds later was naked at his feet, licking and sucking him while he talked on the phone like she was a background detail, a convenience.
Her knees ached against the hard floor. Her jaw was already tiring, but the power dynamic kept her clit throbbing away between her legs. She had no idea who he was talking to, but it didn’t matter. He handled business while she worked his cock with lips and tongue like it was her job. Because it was.
Later, once he’d hung up and started eating the food she’d brought him, he gave commentary, “Oh, that’s nice, but don’t neglect my balls. Lots of tongue, little fucktoy. This isn’t about getting me off, just foreplay for me fucking you when I finish eating.”
She wrapped her hand around the base, licked and sucked at the head, went back to his balls. She leaned in and took him deep, but he flicked her forehead, which she took to mean he didn’t want her doing that. She licked all around the head, tongue sliding under the ridge. The egg buzzed suddenly to life, and she fought not to flinch.
He answered another call while she worked on him, assuring whoever it was that they’d be bidding on the project. She lost track of how far along on his sandwiches he was, but when he picked the phone up and said, “Hold my calls,” she figured he was finished eating.
“Okay little fucktoy, over the side of the desk.”
His desk was glass and steel, and she just knew she was going to leave a mark on the glass, but she did as he said, grateful to get off her knees, and hoping he’d fuck her pussy instead of her ass.
“Back up,” he ordered when she was in place. “Tits and face on the glass, your weight over the steel supports. Grab your elbows and don’t let go.”
He pried and pulled the still-vibrating egg out, and then his cock was in her pussy, hard and thick, driving into her in a steady rhythm. Her breath came faster, the edge building, but he pulled out just before her body rocketed into a release she couldn’t hold back.
She barely had time to gasp before he wrenched the plug free, stuck a single lubed finger into her ass, and then forced his dick in.
The stretch burned, the sensation intense enough to knock her back from the brink he’d left her on. Her hips were a foot away from the desk, so her clit was just dangling in the air with no touch. No pressure.
He fucked her ass without hurry, filling her completely, one hand gripping her hip to hold her exactly where he wanted her. When he came, it was deep and deliberate, and he stayed buried a long moment before pulling out, replacing both the egg and the plug.
“Use the glass cleaner to get rid of your tit marks. It’s in the cabinet behind me, right side bottom. No errands today,” he said, tucking himself away. “Use the time to get started on your lines for being a naughty little cumdump.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Cleaning his desk while he got back to work drove the point home with cruel clarity. She wasn’t a girlfriend or a plaything. She was a break in his day, a convenience, a usable, fuckable asset he could empty his balls into and then order to wipe theevidence away. Her ass still throbbed from the stretch, and she clenched around the egg and plug like she could hold the heat of him inside her.
But it wasn’t about pleasure, and certainly not her comfort. No, it was about herobedience.
The drive back to the house was quiet, and she considered the names the three used for her. Silas had warned her from the start he’d use crass language — cumdump, and worse.
What did it say about her that, during the heat of a scene, when it was true, it turned her on?Fuck, it was messed up, but there it was.
And the wholefucktoything was really growing on her. The way Kenny had used her during his lunch break had been a mortifying turn-on. Under his desk, keeping him hard while he ate, getting him ready to fuck her ass. She’d long ago stopped trying to figure out what turned her on about all of it, especially the rituals and schedules designed to reinforce their ownership of her. To mark her as property, anddefinitelynot a girlfriend or lover.
She merged onto the interstate and realized neither the egg nor the plug went off the entire way there or back home.
