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The Slut Inside Pt 02

The Slut Inside Pt 02

by brattypancae
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DANI

I slept so fitfully last night, I was barely out of bed by 8am. I decided to work from home today, both because I want to avoid Terren coming back for a repeat visit and also...I'm still horny. I wore myself out last night, but even the slight soreness between my legs isn't enough to keep my wits about me today.

Pouring myself what could be classified as a bowl's worth of coffee, I turn on my home office set up and try to focus on work. I drift in and out, trying my best to answer client calls and emails, but spend a lot more time than I should dwelling on Terren pushing me up against the wall in my office, thinking that he should have just slid his hands and claimed me with his fingers...maybe bent me over my desk to explore more...I shake my head to get back to what I'm working on and realize I'd been toying with my nipples while daydreaming. My nips are now incredibly tender so I decide to hell with it, I'll work topless for now.

The blinds are still open, my window still cracked from last night. The early autumn breeze brushes over my exposed chest, reminding me again of Terren's fingers brushing over my collarbone. I look at the clock...just about lunchtime. Good, I need to get myself off again and hopefully THEN I can really focus on work the second half of the day. I cross the room and spread out on my bed, grabbing a small wand vibrator out of the bedside table drawer. Turning it on low, I drag it down the center of my body, finding just the right spot against my clit. The ache inside me ramps up immediately, my pussy flooding over my blanket. I turn it up higher and start grinding against it, now imagining Terren sitting at my desk watching me and stroking himself to the sight. A whine slips through my lips as I imagine him putting me on my knees, sliding his hard cock into my mouth, fucking my face and telling me how good I look. That final thought is too much, and I climax hard, moaning loud enough that the open window is suddenly embarrassing but I can't stop myself until I manage to let go of the vibrator and the sensation finally ends.

Reality comes crashing back down and I immediately throw my shirt and pajama shorts back on to slam the window shut and close the blinds. I walk into the kitchen to finally make myself some actual lunch when my cell phone buzzes; I check the text preview and it's that number again. His number. I open it and it says "I bet you'd look really pretty for me with something in your mouth next time you cum ;)" Adrenaline spikes through me and I nearly drop my phone. I dash out on the back patio and look around, but nothing seems amiss. I try to tell myself it's just a coincidence, weird timing...but the feeling of being watched lingers.

TERREN

She puts on such a good show for me. It's like she's calling to me, asking me to be in the room with her, telling me she wants me to fuck her, claim her. I see her panicked face as she rushes outside, phone in hand after I sent another text. It makes me hard all over again, but I'm not ready to give up our little game yet. She lifts her phone and starts rapidly typing, and my phone buzzes in my pocket. I smile as I unlock it and read her message:

"I don't know what game you're trying to play but leave me alone. I want no part of this."

How sweet, she was playing hard to get. I could understand that, not wanting to seem too eager. Lucky for her I am a patient man, and more than willing to wait until she's more ready to accept that she's playing the game too. And what's more, she wants to keep playing. It just endears her to me even more.

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With that, I head back to work myself. Can't afford to lose my own job when I'll have someone to take care of in the near future.

Throughout every interaction I have the rest of the day, it's like I'm on autopilot. All I can think of is how pretty Dani would look wearing a collar, locked into a spreader bar on my floor. Or bound spread eagle across my bed, blindfolded and gagged, watching her wetness pooling while she waits for my touch.

An unpleasant face jolts me from my planning, bringing me back to the humdrum reality of sales.

"Terren you have to get your QuickBooks updated for the end of the month financial meeting." I hate this man for interrupting me, and also for thinking I'm as incompetent as he is.

"Jeremy, I finished it hours ago, and sent it right to you. When was the last time you looked at your email?" It took everything in me to maintain even the barest hint of civility.

He blinked stupidly and turned around, his heavy steps receding. Bastard couldn't even be bothered to shut my door on the way out. Once it was shut and locked, I sat back at my desk and pulled out my personal tablet, getting to work ordering a few choice pieces of gear that my sweet little slut would need once she was mine. I decided to send her a little text, since I was shopping for her.

DANI

"Have you ever had clamps on those sweet nipples of yours? I bet not ;)"

My body jolted with adrenaline as his message flashed across my screen. At the mention of my nipples, they hardened, and I found myself starting to wonder about it. I had actually; I'd really enjoyed it. But I can't say that to my stalker.

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My stalker. Terren.

That thought clanged through me like a church bell. It should have evoked dread, fear, a sense of invasion. What I felt was more adrenaline, anxiety, arousal. It had to be because it'd been so long since I'd had sex, no other reason. Nothing I was willing to think about, anyway...

I put my cell on silent and dropped it into a desk drawer for the rest of the work day to keep myself on track. The hours flew by, and before I knew it, the sun was setting outside. It was dark in the rest of my apartment, so I pulled up the smartlight app on my phone and turned every light on the brightest setting I could, not wanting any dark corners. The lingering feeling of arousal annoys me and I do my best to ignore it as I throw some dinner together. My phone has been suspiciously quiet, and I try to convince myself not to poke the bear despite my troublesome curiosity. I'd let it get the best of me before, and I wasn't willing to give in to it now.

The next morning, my phone was still blessedly, albeit confusedly, quiet, so I decided to go into the office. Once I'd settled in and got some emails knocked out, I went into the back to get the coffee maker up and running. A few minutes later, Nick joined me and we started casually chatting.

"Where were you yesterday? It was too quiet in here."

"Oh I just needed a day working from home. You know, sweatpants, taking naps between calls, no makeup etc." I laughed a little at the end of my sentence, turning to walk back down the hall to my office, hoping to convey that I wanted to end it there. He followed me a little, since his office was on the way to mine I guess, and said, "Well I bet even like that, you still looked beautiful," and winked as he ducked into his door.

I threw him a confused look and went back to my own space, shutting the door so I could make some calls. Around lunchtime, Nick knocked on my door and stuck his head in, asking if I wanted to go get something to eat with him and get out of the office for a bit. I was a little hesitant after his weird comment this morning but the sunshine was calling me. We got into his truck and I rolled the window down to let the breeze in, closing my eyes to let it wash over me.

After a minute or two, Nick cleared his throat, and I opened my eyes to look over at him. He was eyeing me in a way that both put me on edge, yet made me eye him back with curiosity.

"I uh, actually asked you to come to lunch with me for another reason, besides food..."

Oh no. Not him too. He's married! The fact that he was easily 10 years older didn't bother me, but MARRIED! We work together! I began to kick myself for wearing a dress. This must have all flashed across my face as I tried to scoot closer to the door, because he started to talk faster, almost rambling.

"Listen I know we work together and this could make things really weird but I've been attracted to you since you started and I already talked to my wife about it and she's cool with me hooking up with you and I figured I had to shoot my shot now before you started dating someone again..." and with those last few words he reached over to put his hand on my knee.

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