Noras House Ch 07

Rob Thompson - Summer 2024

Wednesday felt like any other boring day at work, but the anticipation bubbling underneath was hard to ignore. Terrence's call from Sunday replayed in my mind, his voice calm, but the request clear. "Can you take Karolina out for me? I've just got stuck another day away for work and she's been alone with the kids all week. She needs a break."

We both knew what he expected his wife and I to do if I followed through. I had glanced at Nora, lounging beside me on the couch, her eyes brightening as soon as she overheard the conversation.

"Why don't we invite her over?" She had said, her tone casual but her gaze unmistakable, which made me grin. "She can spend the evening with us. I'm sure she'll enjoy it."

Karolina was bisexual, but had very little chance with women ever since Terrence and her had opened their marriage. As soon as Nora's offer was relayed to her, she had accepted.

The following hours had been spent following Nora around various shops, as she fussed over scented candles, fuzzy blankets, massage oil... Her eagerness was fascinating to see. But I knew that this was not just about creating the most relaxing evening possible for the young mother.

Nora expected to watch me fuck Karolina.

So here I was on Wednesday, typing away on my keyboard in one of Rockedge's main building's open workspace, watching the minutes on the clock drag by. But it was not just the anticipation of the evening that had me so distracted.

Between my legs, Nora's metal cage rested heavily against my skin, a constant reminder of her control. She hadn't taken it off since she had first locked it in place on Saturday night. Only for hygiene breaks did I get a brief reprieve, and even then, it was under her watchful eye. The constant need for supervision meant that I had spent every night since in her bed.

As a result I kept being sent back into a delicious submissive state of mind, Nora ever present in my thoughts. I could not believe how much closer this one toy had brought us, a nice recovery from my anger-fueled romp with Lydia during the housewarming party.

My job was pretty low intensity as of late, so I had spent much of the morning just reveling in the weight of the chastity device on my crotch.

A call from reception pulled me from my reverie.

"Mr Thompson? I have a certain Miss Dunn here, she says she knows you."

Leslie? I'd sent her a brief congratulatory message on social media the week before, congratulating her on her dissertation. It had been a polite, professional gesture, at Nora's suggestion, no less. We had not talked to each other in years apart from that. What was she doing here?

"I'll be right down."

Leslie had been Jeremy's roommate back in college, my boyfriend of almost three years. A shy, quiet, mousy girl who rarely said much unless spoken to directly. We had shared a few classes, but after I got dumped, I had lost touch with her like most people from that chapter of my life.

I was not ready for the vision that stood next to the front desk when I got off the elevator. She had cut her red hair shorter, to frame her face more nicely, cleared her skin and had picked thick framed black glasses that complemented her eyebrows. Combined with clothes that flattered her slight silhouette, calling this a glow up would barely give it justice.

"Hey Les'!" The smile on my face was genuine, she looked like she was doing well. "Or should I call you Dr. Dunn now?"

She let out a cute giggle. "Hi Rob! So nice to see you! Sorry to barge in like this.."

The blush on her cheeks betrayed that despite her appearance, the old Leslie was still in there. "It's okay." I reassured her, glancing up at the clock above the reception desk. I had forgotten to bring my phone down with me. "Wanna catch up over lunch?"

She blinked, probably surprised by the straight forward offer. But I knew that if I did not make a first step to move us along, she would be happy to shyly chitchat in the hall. "Yeah, I'd love that."

We walked to a nearby coffee shop, one of my favorites due to its quiet atmosphere and decent sandwiches. The room was drenched in sunlight when we sat down, the smell of fresh coffee and sugar filling the air. It was not busy yet; we had arrived just before the rush.

"So," I broke the silence. "What brings you here?" I could not keep my eyes from her stunning face, had she always been this attractive?

Once again she blushed before talking, sounding like she was justifying herself. "Well, after your message last weekend I looked you up and saw that you worked in the city. I moved here for a post-doc just a few days ago..." She paused, not meeting my eyes. "I've been... pretty much working up the courage to come talk to you ever since."

"Well I'm glad you did!" It was hard to contain my enthusiasm, this was such a nice surprise. "Do you know anyone in the city?"

"Uhm, not really, my coworkers at the university are nice I guess." Once again I could see her physically bracing herself before talking. "I'd love to hangout with you..."

"That's great, I'll show you around. I know all the cool spots."

Her smile widened, and for a second, the nervousness I'd seen earlier seemed to melt away. "Yeah that, or you know, playing video games and stuff..." She was such a blast from the past, it warmed my heart to hear how little had changed in that sense.

From there, the conversation flowed effortlessly. We shared so many nerdy interests that there wasn't much work involved in keeping it going. She seemed genuinely impressed by my job at Rockedge, which I guess I had gotten a bit blasé about. But a question was burning my tongue and I hoped to sound casual when asking it.

"By the way, have you kept in touch with Jeremy?" I had no idea what he was up to, having him blocked pretty much everywhere, for the sake of my mental health.

"Oh yeah, we kept living together for a while when I was doing my PhD. He got a place with his husband now." Our conversation had been so relaxed that she had not noticed how on edge I was at her words. I tried not to let that revelation sour our shared mood.

"Nice, good for him."

After what seemed like hours the place started to pack up, and I figured I would have to go back to work. I made sure to give her my number, and right before we left I added.

"Hey, I'd hate myself if I didn't say it." I did not want her to think that I was crushing on her as hard as I was, while still leaving the door open. "But you look gorgeous. What an amazing glow up."

If she had been blushing before, she was burning up now. "Thanks." Her voice was slight, but her wide smile made me certain my tone had landed. "That means a lot coming from you."

We shared a hug before going our own way, and I walked back to the office with a spring in my step. I realized that for the entire lunch I had not thought about Nora's cage weighing me down even once.

When I got back to the open pace, Josh, the personal assistant to the head of our department, sought me out.

"Rob! Where have you been! People are looking for you, emergency meeting in the conference room." This was accompanied by plenty of sighing and eye rolling. Clearly he had not gotten over our drunken hookup almost a year ago.

I gingerly rushed to the room he had indicated and was shocked when I got in. Claire, our VP and Josh's boss, as well as Dan, my own manager were already in the room. But more surprisingly Kyle, my old boss from Wearstone, as well as some more people I recognized from my time there were also around the table.

My heart skipped a bit when my eyes fell on Nora. She was looking at me with a mischievous smile, clearly entertained by my sudden entrance.

"Ah Rob's here, finally." Dan's voice cut through the room, laced with frustration. I didn't need to read between the lines to feel the rebuke. "Please take a seat, we'll go back to the top for you."

It looked like everyone had been waiting for me, which put me on the spot. I awkwardly slinked on the seat next to Nora. She leaned in to whisper to me.

"Fashionably late, as usual."

"Do you know what's going on?"

"I've barely been briefed before I was told to come here. Where have you been?" She sounded more amused than accusatory. She had no way to know about Leslie.

"Uh... lunch."

Once I was settled Kyle started to talk, his tone serious as he explained the situation. Wearstone manufactured a range of wearable electronic devices for professionals. Chief among them was the line Nora was the head of sales for. A few days ago they had learned that the provider for their operating system was going under.

This was where we, Rockedge, would step in. The idea was to iron out a deal for us to replace the third party software with a new solution coded from scratch by us specifically for Wearstone, before the news of the provider closing shop went public.

I felt a knot tightening in my stomach as the magnitude of the task became clear. This was not just a routine project; this would be a race against time to save a critical part of Wearstone's business.

Apparently, execs from both companies had already agreed to the deal during a golf game the day before, and it was up to us to come up with a proposal and start the work.

"So this is where you're going to be crucial, Rob." Dan cut in. "You've worked at Wearstone, on this line of products before, and you know Rockedge's internal tools. From now on you're dedicating one hundred percent of your time to our new wearable OS."

Under the table Nora squeezed my leg. She knew how much I disliked being in the spotlight like this.

"Uh yeah, I worked on the integration of the third party OS with Wearstone's hardware back when I was there. I know how it works."

That seemed to satisfy everyone around the table, Kyle shooting me a warm smile. From there the meeting turned into a review of all we needed to agree on before sealing the deal and preparing the announcement.

As the conversation moved forward, I found myself contributing a lot, especially when it came to the technical feasibility of the new OS. Wearstone had brought over a few of their tech people, yet I was the one who knew Rockedge's stack inside and out. But Nora enthralled everyone.

Working in sales she spent an ungodly amount of time talking with the businesses that actually used the products, and had a treasure trove of feedback, expected behaviors and potential improvements to share.

From time to time, as Nora spoke, I would catch Claire, our stylish but stern VP, looking at her intently, nodding in agreement, clearly impressed. I was amazed, and it was impossible for me not to be proud of her at that moment.

Eventually it came time to designate the leads of the projects. Kyle spoke up first.

"Clearly on Wearstone's end we'll want Nora Jennings as the product owner, might as well build something that'll be useful to the clients." He had a smile on his face, Nora had been his protégée and now she was making waves. People nodded around the table. She blushed politely at the praise, but her grin was full of confidence.

A few other spots were filled before the general attention fell back on me. "Okay and for the tech lead." Dan was looking straight at me. "I know it's a bit out of your wheelhouse, but we're really counting on you Rob. Are you in?"

I froze for a second. But Nora squeezed my knee again, tighter this time. I caught the gaze of Claire. She was peering at me curiously. Something in her eyes reminded me of how Nora looked at me when I was naked in her house.

I swallowed. "Sure." I was rewarded by Nora softly rubbing my thigh and a slight smile on Claire's lips.

As the afternoon progressed the meeting we decided to take a first break, and people began to filter out, towards refreshments that had been provided in the open space. Dan, held me back making sure that we were alone.

"So you're sure that we can do it?" He did not sound too worried.

"Yeah. It'll be intense, but a nice change from the more boring stuff."

That made him smile. "Good. This is big for us, we've tried to break into this market for years. We're all counting on you, I'll help you build up the team as we go..." His warm expression shifted a bit. "What about Jennings? You know her, right? Is she full of shit?"

"Uh. She's sort of my girlfriend." The words came out before I could stop them.

Dan chuckled, but his tone made it clear he had no time to dig into what "sort of" meant. "Okay, didn't see that coming. Do you want me to ask them to swap her out?"

Inside I was mortified, I needed to play it cool. "No, we're adults, besides we've already worked together." This was barely a lie. But I could not have him pull this golden opportunity out from under Nora's feet.

That seemed to pacify him. "If you say so." He shrugged and left the room.

I joined the rest of the group near the table where coffee, tea and bite sized pastries had been laid out. It was nice to reconnect with Kyle for a little while, and in the corner of my eye I could see Claire in deep discussion with Nora.

But after a few minutes, I caught her sneaking out and discreetly waving me down to follow her. Trying my best not to get noticed, I joined her and she grabbed my hand. We slinked into the men's bathroom.

As soon as I locked the stall door behind us, Nora was on me. Her fingers curled around the collar of my shirt, yanking me down into a kiss that was anything but gentle. Our tongues collided, hungry, desperate. She was ravenous.

"Come on," she breathed against my lips, barely pulling away before diving back in. "Show it to me."

I played coy, but absolutely loved how bold she was. "Show what?"

"Robbie, don't make me repeat myself." She was growling into my ear, and I began to unbuckle.

When the cage was finally exposed both of us were transfixed by the golden metal. Nora crouched in front of me, her finger grazing the bars, but never making contact with my flesh between them. The idea that no one but us knew that I had this perverted device on me during the entire meeting, had the same effect on us.

"You're so lucky I don't have the key." She murmured, looking up at me. If someone else was in the bathroom, they would not have to think too hard to guess what was going on in our stall. "I'd be sucking you off right now. I'm so pumped."

Her words hit me like a jolt, and I felt the familiar ache of arousal that the cage kept at bay. Nora rose, pressing her body against mine, and our mouths met again, even more aggressive this time. Her hand gripped the cage as she kissed me, and I could feel her excitement through every touch, every movement.

The chastity device had unlocked something in us. The safety it provided meant that we could now allow ourselves to be more openly affectionate, without the risk of her breaking my 'Nora can't touch my cock' rule. And she was making full use of it.

"Would you go down on me right now if I asked you?" She was purring into my neck. "Would you go back to our coworkers with my juices all over your face?"

She looked straight into my eyes as I answered. "Yes."

"Fuck, you're so hot." She was panting. "But we need to behave. Go out, and pretend to cough if the coast is clear. I'll join you in a bit."

Her grip on me loosened, and she smoothed out my clothes with a smile. "No need to start some rumors before the project is even live."

After confirming that nobody was in the bathroom, we slipped out, rejoining the group. It took a few minutes for my pulse to settle back to normal, and I had a hard time focusing on the tasks at hand. My eyes kept drifting to Nora, catching little glances of her as she spoke with the others, a small smile playing at her lips from the secret that only the two of us knew. The rest of the afternoon was spent hashing out the plans for the coming weeks, diving into technical details and timelines.

When the meeting finally ended, Nora and I walked to her car together to get home.

"This is huge for us." She was beaming, looking at me from the driver's seat. "Sorry about earlier, that was wild. I just couldn't contain myself. You're too cute when you nerd out."

Her smile was infectious. "Yeah you know how to keep me on my toes."

"But I mean it." She started back. "This is our ticket to retiring at 45."

I chuckled. "You'd die of boredom."

"Not if I had a naked Robbie prancing around my mansion." I could not tell from Nora's voice if she was joking or not. "Someplace warm."

The idea stirred something in me. But I still had a weight on my chest that I needed to address.

"Hey while we're still on the topic of work." The shame from my behavior on Saturday was resurfacing. "Is everything okay between Lydia and you?"

Nora's face fell for a moment, cringing at my words. "Ugh. Don't worry about it, we're good. You already apologized." She turned to give me a reassuring smile. "Besides, I'd rather focus on our plans for tonight."

Between the surprise of lunch with Leslie and the buzz of the new project I had forgotten that we were supposed to spend the evening with Karolina.

"Oh, yeah... I've been thinking about that." My tone got Nora to focus on me for a moment. "You know, we could just have a nice diner and movie night with her. We don't have to do anything sexual."

"What? We were so excited about the idea on Sunday." Her disappointment sounded genuine.

"Sure, it'll probably be hot. But I don't want you to get jealous, like last time."

"Hmm," she thought for a second. "Watching Lydia and you go at it would've probably turned me on like crazy. The problem is that you sprung it on me without warnings or anything. This is going to be different, we're doing this together. I'm in control."

Just like she had done in the conference room, she reached for my knee and squeezed it. "Trust me Robbie, this is going to be fun. Also, I'm sure Karolina would rather play with us than watch a stupid movie."

I could not help the dumb smile that sprung on my lips every time she called me 'Robbie'. "Okay boss." I chuckled, leaning into the moment. "This is such a weird conversation."

"Yeah..." Her voice was so cheerful she banished my remaining doubts. "But then again, we're pretty weird people."

Nora's good disposition was getting my mood up, I decided she deserved a little teasing for all her confidence. "Does that make you a cuck?"

The look she shot me was priceless, mouth and eyes wide open in exaggerated outrage. "How dare you?" She gasped, but there was a playful edge to her tone. She let out a clear, musical laugh that made the air feel lighter. "Technically we would have to be in a relationship for me to be a cuck. As things stand I'm just an admirer of the human form." She winked at me.

Our high spirit kept up for the rest of the way home. I followed Nora inside and as soon as I crossed the threshold, got naked. An unspoken rule of our burgeoning routine. She turned around without even a hint of surprise on her face.

"Good" I had gotten used to the glint in her eyes when we would go back to our roles. "Let's do your hygiene. Then we'll get things started before Karolina gets here."

Over the last three nights, we had settled on using the upstairs hall bathroom to clean me, rather than the master's en-suite. Its simple shower stall and sparse furnishings made it feel like a place for focus rather than indulgence. I knew what to do and happily made my way into the cabin.

But instead of unlocking me right away, Nora surprised me by opening a drawer and pulling out the same pair of metal handcuffs she had used on me Saturday night. My pulse quickened as she dangled them between us, the shiny metal catching the bathroom light.

She grinned, her voice dropping to that teasing tone I could not resist. "Okay, I've got an offer for you." She took a step closer, the handcuffs swaying slightly in her grip. "How about I put these on you, and we bend your 'no touching' rule just a bit? I'll handle your hygiene break from now on. Nothing sexy, I promise, just a quick little wash."