Author's Note: To get background on the characters, please read the previous chapters. Thanks to everyone for all the kind comments I've received so far. Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, or if it is offensive to you. All characters are fictitious. All events are fictional. Any similarities in this story to real events or people are unintentional.
Tom was already at his desk when Suzanne arrived the next morning.
He could tell the difference in her the moment she arrived in the office.
Her cocky "I own the world" stride had been replaced by cautious, almost timid, movements.
And he knew he was the reason why.
She tried not to look at him, but finally could not avoid glancing at his desk.
Tom made eye contact and silently mouthed, "Woof, woof."
She reddened and quickened the pace to her office.
Once inside, Suzanne shut the door and leaned back against it.
How could she continue working in these conditions?
She had to do something about this guy.
But how could she? She had lapped up more of his damned potion the night before. He was ruining her life and she couldn't do anything about it.
Well, he wouldn't ruin this morning and, if she played her cards right, he wouldn't ruin any more of her days.
The way she had it figured, his control drug must last for about 48 hours.
That's why he had given her a new dose last night.
If she could stay away from him for the next two days, she would be free.
She began to implement a plan she had hatched last night.
Suzanne went to her desk and punched the intercom for her secretary.
"Rachel," she said. "Hold all my calls and don't let anyone in to see me. I don't want to be disturbed all day."
No one would get past her secretary.
And she wouldn't make the mistake of picking up her private line again. She would shut Tom out completely.
She smiled to herself as she sat down at her desk. She had outwitted him this time.
Perhaps she could even get some work done today.
Suzanne started working on some papers and noticed her message light was blinking. Without thinking, she pressed the play button.
The first message was from a client. As she was writing down some notes on the call, the message ended and she heard Tom's voice. She reached over to hit stop, but it was too late.
"Good morning, Suzanne," his recorded voice said. "Don't attempt to stop this message. You will listen to all of my instructions and obey them."
Suzanne's heart sank.
"Damn," she thought miserably. "Why didn't I expect this!"
"I hope you had fun last night," Tom was saying on the recording. "I thought you might try to avoid me today, so I called this message in when I got home. We're going to have more fun today.
"First, I want you to call your secretary and tell her you would like to see me in your office. Cancel all of your other appointments. You can tell her that we have to go over some important business before today's board meeting.
"Then, I want you to open your shirt and take those big, beautiful tits of yours out of your bra and get down on your knees in front of your desk to wait for me."
A small cry escaped from her mouth as Suzanne's mind screamed, "When will this nightmare end!"
But she could not resist his commands.
Suzanne punched the intercom again.
"Rachel," she said sadly. "Please ask Tom to step into my office."
"But Ms. Stevens," her secretary said. "You said you didn't want to see anyone."
"I've ... changed my mind," Suzanne said. "We have some important matters to discuss before the board meeting. Please cancel all of my appointments for today."
"Yes, ma'am," Rachel replied and the line went dead.
Suzanne cried softly to herself as she started unbuttoning her blouse. When she had it opened, she reached into her bra and pulled her breasts out, then sank to her knees.
Oddly, she almost felt more naked this way than she had when she had been totally nude. It was so demeaning to be kneeling fully clothed in front of her desk with her breasts hanging out.
A few moments later, her intercom rang again.
Suzanne scrambled over on her knees to answer.
"Yes, Rachel," she said.
"Sorry, Ms. Stevens, but Tom said he is expecting an important call from a client. He said he'd come to your office when he finishes."
Suzanne closed the intercom without answering.
"That bastard," she thought. "He just wants to make me wait."
That's exactly what Tom had on his mind.
He loved the image of Suzanne kneeling in front of her desk with her tits hanging out just waiting for him, but he could wait.
The longer he left her waiting, the madder she would be.
After about 45 minutes, he decided he had waited long enough.
He got up from his desk and walked to Suzanne's office. He was immediately allowed to enter by her secretary.
Tom found Suzanne exactly in the position he had ordered.
Some dried tears were on her face and there was a livid look in her eyes.
"You son of a bitch," she said as soon as the door was closed.
"Now, now, Suzanne," he said. "Lets be nice or I'll invite your secretary to come in and see you like this."
