“Suck, Marnie,” he whispers. “See how you taste.”
I do as told. There’s no hesitation as I part my lips, savoring the sweetness of my pussy nectar while still halfway sobbing and crying. But Brent’s gentle after I’ve cleaned his fingers, murmuring soft words of praise in my ear. He smooths my skirt down, covers me up, and then kisses my neck again. When I finally stand, he hands me my phone.
“We’ll talk more tomorrow,” he says, voice smooth. But the man’s pupils are blown, his jaw like granite, and the bulge in his pants is impossible to ignore.
“Until then, sweetheart, I expect you to behave.” He brushes a stray wisp of hair from my face, then bends down one more time for a soft, sweet kiss before leaving, closing the door behind him with a click.
I stand there, trembling, my ass on fire, my pussy still wet and pulsing. What just happened? Did my boss really just finger my pussy, while smacking my bottom as punishment? Did he really just pull a dirty toy out of my cunt with a wet sucking sound, savoring the filthy act? Oh my god!
Yet I feel alive, and more myself than I ever have. Every cell is vibrating, and my senses are on high. I want to scream, or laugh, or just sink down onto the floor and relive every second.
But I can’t. I collect my things, clean myself up as best I can, and stagger back to my cubicle. Shay is there, pretending not to watch me, but she gives me a sidelong glance, her lips twisted in a knowing smile. What does this woman know that I don’t?
Yet this isn’t the time to figure it out, so I log in and start drafting a memo, but my hands won’t stop shaking. I check my calendar, and lo and behold, there’s an email from Brent, cc’ing James, inviting me to a “casual dinner” at seven tomorrow night. At his apartment. Just the three of us. And I’m supposed to wear sexy lingerie.
I reread the message five times, heart pounding.
I should be terrified, or at least embarrassed. Instead, I feel a throb of anticipation in my pussy so strong I have to cross my legs under the desk.
Because the wolves haven’t even started yet.
But I’m desperate to find out what it feels like to be eaten alive.
4
CHAPTER FOUR — CONFESSING MY SINS
Marnie
The next day, I have plans to grab lunch with a new friend from the firm, Eliza. She’s also a paralegal, but the gorgeous blonde has been around longer than me, so she’s probably a few years older. Still, Eliza knows her way around Gibson Grant, and that’s one of the reasons why I want to get lunch with her: to pick her brain a little about my dominating bosses, and their dirty predilections.
I step into Cafe Baptiste, which happens to be the tiniest, most chaotic café within walking distance of the firm. It’s packed—table-to-table office drones, line cooks in full clatter, grad students hunched over laptops—and I instantly regret my choice. But Eliza’s already claimed a two-top by the window, waving at me.
The other paralegal looks good. Better than me, for sure: golden hair down and glossy, not a hint of dark circles or lipstick on teeth. Her jacket’s thrifted tweed, but she wears it like it’s custom. She smiles when she sees me, the real kind that splitsher whole face, remembering what it’s like to have an actual friend.
“Over here, Marnie!” she calls, standing up to give me a welcome hug.
I hug her back, but I can’t relax. My arms are stiff and my jaw’s got that post-dentist numbness from clenching. When we sit, I clutch my water glass with both hands, not because I’m thirsty, but to hide how bad I’m shaking.
Eliza raises an eyebrow. “You look like you just gave blood and failed the snacks.”
I try to smile, but my face forgets how. “It’s been a weird day.”
She snorts. “Yeah, that’s how the firm can be sometimes,” she says with a sassy smile before leaning in. “If you need to bury a body, Marnie, I’m not great with shovels, but I can drive the getaway car.”
For a second, I want to blurt everything—the plug, the spanking, the fact that my body’s a ticking time bomb—but the words get tangled behind my teeth. I take a huge gulp of water instead, buying time.
Eliza’s blue eyes go soft. “Hey, you know you can tell me anything, right? I know we just met, but it’s okay. I’ve been at Gibson Grant for five years, and know how difficult it can be to work there.”
I shoot her a rueful look.
“Even though I only just started at the firm?”
She nods, eyes widening.
“Especially since you just started. Spill, girl. What’s on your mind?”
I take a deep breath before shooting her a look.
