There were a few visitors over lunch, as he'd expected -- there was a reason he'd altered things so he worked from home most of the week -- and the usual PBKAC for the most part. He liked his co-workers, really, but to call some of them computer illiterate was being nice. He'd decided he wasn't going to recruit any more coworkers today -- it would look rather suspicious -- and his mind instead turned to the two college girls in his building, and how to make them watch it.
Specifically, he was wondering what happened if a woman watched it when a man wasn't present -- and given they had a typical student's approach to network security, he had some ideas as to how to find out. Finishing up the little bits of admin, replying to some e-mails, he spent the rest of the afternoon playing some games as he kept an eye on the network, logging out at five -- that was his Tuesday shift over, back in the office on Thursday. Co-eds tomorrow, Barbara in HR the day after, then.. then he'd see. Now though? He had dinner with Melissa to look forward to, and he could take the opportunity to see how well the commands had sunken in, and have some more fun with her: It would be a good opportunity to experiment with her trigger word, too.
He grabbed a couple of bottles of wine -- one red, one white -- on his way home, and after a quick shower to wash off the sweat of the day, he dressed up smartly for dinner with his first recruit. Knocking on her door just before seven, he didn't have to wait long before she answered.
Her appearance as she opened the door took his breath away for a moment: He'd never seen her quite so dolled up, so sexy and desirable. She'd clearly spent a few hours on her hair and make-up, and and was wearing a tight fitting black dress: Curving in a deep U at the front to show her cleavage, cutaways just below her breasts exposing her flanks before reforming just above her hips, stopping mid-thigh to show her glorious bare legs. She was raised up on modest black heels, and she was garbed -- he realised -- just as he'd always described his favourite look. Even as his lips curved into a smile, she wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him hungrily, her body moulding against his chest -- her dress exposed her back, too, he discovered as he wrapped his arms around her.
Her kiss was hungry, her hands roaming down his back as she pulled him inside: He could smell chicken and spices and a light floral perfume. "I was dreaming of you all night, M... Mark." she murmured, when their lips parted. "It's been a horrid day, but... seeing you makes it all better." brushing her lips across his once more, she pulled him within and closed the door -- only now noticing the bag he was carrying. "The wine? I hope you brought a white..."
Mark nodded. "Both. You're looking gorgeous, Mel. Just for me?" his tone was teasing, his gaze roaming over her body as she led him to the kitchen, where a candle was lit on the table, and by the smell of things, dinner was nearly ready. He could smell rice now, too, and a beacon of delightful scents assailed his senses, even as he pulled out the white wine and set it on the table between the wine glasses.
"Of course, M... Mark." she replied, with a sultry look over her shoulder. "You should look at that, too." she pointed at a piece of paper resting beside the glasses, something... nervous? Hesitant? Hopeful? in her tone. "It's a map of my cycle for the next month. My next fertile window starts on Friday... But I'll be primed to be bred on Tuesday."
He looked at the paper, wondering if he really needed to use the trigger phrase on her -- it looked like the random commands he'd given her while fucking her were affecting her even now. Indeed, it was chart over the next month, showing when she was ovulating, when she had her period -- more puzzling was the small packet of pills that rested atop it. "What are these, Mel? And why do you keep stuttering when you say my name?" he turned a brilliant smile on her. "You know I'll be happy to fuck you whenever you need me to."
She blushed, a happy smile dancing on her lips: she darted in to nip his cheek with her lips. "Thank you M... Mark. Those are Clomid pills -- if you want, I can start taking them just after my period, if you don't manage to make me pregnant the first time. Those will make me hyperfertile for you, M... Mark. To make sure it takes the second time." There was a raw hunger in her voice as she described this, almost if it was what she preferred.. After a beat, she hesitantly answered his second question. "As for what feels like a stutter? Because I keep feeling like I should call you Master. If I'm your slave?" Something in her tone suggested she'd be hurt if he said no.
Taking two strides towards her, he wrapped his hands in her luxuriously log hair, pulling her close. "You are my slave, Melissa. Call me Master." His hand roaming over her breasts as she moaned in pleasure and happiness, moulding against him once more. "Thank you, Master." she breathed, her voice full of joy and burning desire.
He ran his hand over her throat, over her breasts, over her belly, down to the hem of her dress. "First, Mel, we shall have dinner. Then... well, we will see what you beg for. Won't we?" he knew well the use of anticipation to stoke desire, and with her in this state, he was going to see just how horny he could make her.
She blushed slightly, nodding. "Take a seat, Master?" she gestured to the table as she started ladling the food onto plates -- a deep bed of rice, chicken smothered in a buttery, spicy sauce atop: She sat down opposite, offering a deep smile. This was not the first time he'd had dinner with Mel -- they did that sort of thing every couple of weeks -- but this was altogether new in his experience. She seemed focused on making him happy, on pleasing him, nervous about screwing up and filled with joy when he gave her affirmation: She was also clearly horny, her nipples just showing through her dress, and her eyes roaming over his form.
He poured the wine for them both, letting his gaze drift over her once more. "So why the stressful day, Mel?" he asked, as he passed the glass to her, focusing his eyes on the thin sheen of sweat on her breasts.
"Everyone seemed to be on my case, Master. I was fighting with Julian, and then my sister was all bitchy when I spoke to her.." she shook her head. "Can we just focus on the food, master? I made this just for us. Let's make tonight about you, and how I belong to you?" Julian was her Fiance, the one he'd inadvertently stolen her from.
He nodded, and started eating -- slipping his foot out of his shoe as he did so. " Yes, you do." the video had had a much larger effect on her than he'd realised -- or was it what he'd heedlessly said? "This is delicious. But I wonder, Mel, Why you seem so flushed?" stretching out his foot, he ran his toes up her leg, and was pleased to see her shiver in pleasure.
