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Veronica panted softly, the sound echoing off the tiled walls yet they still seemed so loud. Her cheeks heated as she adjusted the egg vibrator inside her pussy. It was like a slightly thicker tampon. Her boyfriend/dom had quite an imagination. His last text was an order, "Something to make the day a bit more interesting."
She shuddered in secret delight. Despite her nervousness in using it in the office Veronica felt moisture coating her pussy and inner thighs. Heat curling in her belly as her breasts swelled and nipples tightened. This was so naughty. She knew she wasn't allowed but ever so lightly she circled her clit with the pads of her fingers. Making the nub slippery as it engorged with her anticipation.
Her Dom would not like her getting off without him. He controlled her pleasure. The first time she masturbated waiting for him in their bed he gave her such a spanking she couldn't sit for the whole evening or morning. Of course he comforted her afterwards, massaging lotion gently into her red bottom, kissing it and murmuring what a good girl she was. Her bottom cheeks clenched, heat suffusing her body at the thought of a spanking.
Today would be interesting indeed.
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Veronica washed her hands, trying to get herself together. Making sure her blouse was pristine, smoothing down her skirt. She couldn't do anything about the flush in her cheeks. With a confident breath she walked out of the women's room and went back to her desk just outside of her boss's office.
Gabe Santino was sitting in his office, his head bent over his desk looking over some files. He looked so sexy. Not classically handsome like most men in the office. Nor as lean but still he was pretty fit. There was a maturity about him that younger, lean guys didn't have until they reached 30. He had dark looks, skin tanned with dark eyes that were a mahogany brown and hair jet black. His beard was perfectly trimmed and circled his sinful mouth that could launch her mind into a thousand carnal fantasies with just a smile. Even his nose was elegant, that of an Italian aristocrat, keen and Romanesque. He exuded lethal grace, a virile masculinity that made Veronica weak in the knees. His eyes flicked up to see her staring at him. His eyes glinting impaled her with their wicked cognac gaze.
"Ms. MacKenzie?"
"S-Sir."
H mouth edged up at the corners, his teeth white in his big-bad-wolf smile.
"Come here."
Veronica didn't hesitate. Gabe Santino was a man to be obeyed at all times. Her thighs tightened as if afraid the vibrator would fall out, showing the whole office what a desperate slut she was. Pleasure pulsed in her veins, warm like sun rays.
"I hope you had a nice lunch," he said. His voice was like wrinkled velvet, that husky purr swirling in her core.
"Y-Yes, Sir." Then a low hum began in her core. The egg was whirring softly in her sheath, stoking a fire right in the middle of the busy office. No no no no no! She gnawed on her lower lip to keep from moaning. Gabe's brow lifted. He watched her curiously, another smile curling his stern lips.
"Good," he stood up, walking up to her he towered over her. He always made her feel so small and yet it was always a turn on to have him looking down on her. Even his brown eyes seemed darker with some sensual energy. The toy increased its vibrations, her stomach clenched. Butterflies fluttered in her chest making it difficult to breathe properly.
"Is everything alright, Veronica?" he asked quietly. There was a gleam in his eyes again. Dark and carnal, hypnotic. The wave passed and Veronica was able to answer without a stutter, "Of course. I'm fine, sir." A smoky chuckle tripped from his throat.
"I'm happy to hear that," he took a deep breath as if inhaling the air surrounding her. "Wouldn't want you to go home sick. You really work too hard." He was standing so close that Veronica greedily took in the intoxicating scent of him. The rich clean scent probably did more to undo her nerves than the vibrating machine in her pussy.
"Are you ready for the meeting?" he asked. His voice was low and insinuating. Veronica's elegant brows furrowed her confusion. His hands were in his pockets, his stance more relaxed as if to say 'Come here, baby girl.' Shivers raked her spine.
"I'm ready for anything you throw at me, Mr. Santino," she said, puffing up her chest, knowing that her breasts could be seen swelling against the confines of her push up bra, her blouse slightly parting with her every careful breath. Gabe's eyes flashed with heat, his gaze drawn to those soft mounds.
"Good girl... I'm counting on you to be on your best behavior today...," his voice deepened, full of some hidden meaning. Veronica's pulse quickened. The way he said that made her skin prickle and nipples tighten. Oh God...
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"Oh fuck...," Veronica gasped sharply. Another wave of heat washed over her.
"Something you'd like to share with us, Ms. MacKenzie?" Gabe grunted. Some in the meeting turned to her, mouths tight and brows pinched in disapproval. Like it was high school and Veronica was the naughty student causing a disruption in class.
"No, Sir!"
And yet none of the awkward attention took away from Veronica's arousal. In fact, being in a public place with an active sex toy lodged in her pussy was thrilling. No one caught on that she was getting close to orgasm. No one paid much attention to her through the meeting except for Mr. Santino.
His attention seemed to be on the slides but none noticed the bored, monotone voice he spoke. His expression blank. His dark eyes flickering between Veronica and the room of executives. Making certain she was paying attention. That she was... behaving.
"I expect notes on today's meeting," he said gruffly. His hand fidgeted in his pocket again. Veronica went wide eyed as the toy kicked up a notch. Her thighs clenched together, trying to somehow contain the coming explosion. But every ripple hit a new spot that heightened her desires. Heat suffused her body, her clothes stifling, her skin becoming more sensitive.
