Four finally came around. Exhausted, I'd dissolved into a big ball of compliance. Wrestling with myself for four hours solid had proven more difficult than I thought and I'd virtually caved in. The disorienting ache between my legs hadn't subsided through the day. The inner civil war raging inside spent every defense I had available. My sex was winning. It was that simple. Reduced to a lust filled fiend of some sort, the foolishness wasn't lost on me.
I'd conceded defeat emotionally to Peter over an hour ago. It didn't matter any more. His hands on me formed my only desire. I wanted his penis inside of me. Not gently. No, I was way past that point. I wanted him to ravage me. To take me mercilessly, and use me in every way he needed. No gentle approach, no sweet words, no soft understanding. I had been reduced to something beyond that. I had become the thing I feared. I had become a slut. I was such a slave to my desire, that I even took comfort in the filthy names of wanton women. Even my complacency didn't frighten me.
Even through this, I managed to work. I'd abandoned the Chalmers research about one-thirty and had moved to some "in tray" work that had been turning itself into a mound over the last few days. In this state of mind, I was only trustworthy with admin. It meant replacing the hours on Saturday, but Saturday was aright. I will have experienced release and can return to my obligations.
Watching the clock as it almost ticked backwards, somehow it finally made its way to four. Leaping like a fool, I toppled over an empty glass in my enthusiasm. A vague self-consciousness whispered in my ear and was dismissed when I realized he probably heard the glass fall. No longer worried about playing the fool, I was beyond caring about my own humiliation. Peter was right. He did reach to a dark place in side of me. I'd become a vortex trying to get his tendrils in that place.
I walked directly to my car, and opened the boot. My little round carry bag, innocently packed this morning, smiled up at me. It held clothes for tomorrow, and now I realized I'd work in my civvies. I had not thought about a business suit for Saturday. But the foreign demon called from my body was unknown to me this morning. I didn't even know this beast lived within me.
Thank god I had my black lace suspenders and matching bra and panties that Peter had bought me a few weeks ago. It was a gorgeous outfit, and I looked like a goddess in it. If he needed it, I'd wear that. For me, all I wanted was my skirt hiked and his thrusting. Everything else was a distraction.
I walked to the cottage and using the gold colored key on the maroon key ring Peter had given me, I opened the door. No Peter, but a note on the bed. I walked over to it.
"Hello Anna. You are a good girl to do exactly as you were told. And right on four too? You must feel anxious by now, if anxious is the word for what is going on between your legs. Put the bag at the foot of the bed. After that I want you to turn around and go to your office.
Wait for me.
Peter."
His recognition, although unsurprising, made me weak with desire. He was dragging this hidden creature into the moonlight. He'd planned it all. He knew I'd be putty in his hands at this point.
I put my bag on the floor, and with a heavy heart turned away from the beautiful bed and walked through the door. Locking it behind me, I walked into the main foyer of our office. Our secretary was gone. Peter must have dismissed her early today. I walked past her empty desk to my office door. Pushing it open, I jumped to see Peter siting at my desk. Smiling.
"Hello Anna. I am not officially coming for you till five, but I wanted to check on you first. Is it uncomfortable? I want you to tell me how it feels."
As he spoke I was flooded with desire. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. My vagina was dripping and my nipples ached from the hardness. I was hot and flushed, fever descending like a fog. I blinked through the haze of my own lust, faint with desire. I couldn't speak. But I didn't want to disappoint him for fear of not getting what I needed so very badly.
