"Oh! Yeah. I uh, yeah I'm okay." Her words hung in the air for what seemed like eons.
"Did you take any medicine or anything for it? You seem kind of spacey."
"Spacey?" Neural pathways finally fired in a sequence that facilitated the realization she had been caught daydreaming. "Ah! I'm sorry. No I haven't taken anything. I just had something on my mind is all. That and I probably need to get some tea. I'll be good to go once I get a bit more caffeine in my system. Ha." She giggled nervously and excused herself from her desk. Brent, still not sure what to think, watched Susie's pilgrimage to the break room.
Favorite snarky mug in hand, Susie entered the break room. The chill from the air conditioner was a welcomed blessing upon the hot shade of embarrassment exuding from her skin. She opened a small packet and transferred the teabag therein to her mug. She positioned the vessel beneath the hot water spigot of the office coffee maker and pulled its lever. As flustered as she was, it was nothing like the day before...
She was suddenly back home where she straddled her lover. Stationed in her mind was an emotional cocktail of fear, humiliation and ultimate arousal at having been so dehumanized by his hold. Just beneath Susie's breasts were Reign's thumbs; the nails of which were mere centimeters apart. His palms molded to the convex curves of her flanks and his fingers extended further around to frame her vertebrae. They clamped her torso like vices. He ratcheted tighter until Susie feared the snapping of bone was imminent. She was not fucking her lover. Reign's powerful grip begat him full control of Susie's body which he used to please himself. His cock angled skyward inside of her sex. Neither he nor she moved their hips. Reign flexed his arms and lifted his lover's body. He then augmented gravity's pull on Susie's frame by wrenching her back down onto himself. No, she wasn't fucking her lover. She was his toy in that moment and she never loved anything more.
Such a lucid reconstruction of Reign stroking his cock by moving Susie's entire body up and down his shaft wasn't enough to eclipse the blistering pain shooting from her fingers. Near-boiling water flooded over the lip of her mug, onto her hand and splattered the counter below. With a yelp she dropped her mug into the nearby sink and started the faucet. "Get a grip!" she muttered in frustration while running cold water over her burn. As if responding to an acknowledgement, her bruises sent a twinge of soreness through her chest. "Dammit!"
"Hey, why don't you go home, take some medicine and rest up a bit. You can make up the few hours over the rest of the week." To Brent, this short scene in the break room appeared as though Susie's falling injury hurt more than she let on; so much so it reached the point of risky distraction. His curiosity converted to covering his ass. A worker's compensation claim was the last thing he wanted to deal with.
"OH GOD! Brent, you have got to start wearing a bell or something. That's twice you've scared the crap out of me."
"My bad. But for real. If your ribs hurt you enough to cause you to burn yourself, you should probably go home. We're slow today anyway."
Susie decided against protesting. Brent helped make sure she closed down her workstation as well as getting to her car safely. Watching her supervisor re-enter the building, she could no longer stifle her laughter. She was sent home for being Reign's fuck doll. She retrieved her phone from her purse and, after quadruple-checking the "To:" field, dispatched a text message.
Thank you so much for yesterday! I got to leave work early! Why don't you come back over so I can tell you all about what happened. ;)
