Synopsis : Cassy struggles to re-adapt to a life without her co-worker-turned-Mistress. Facing a disastrous investigation at work and a rapidly deteriorating situation at home, she turns to desperate measures to regain control.
Author note : The following story is part of an ongoing, multi-part series.
As always, I've done my best to incorporate as many people's unique ideas into this chapter! Rest assured I read all of your comments and DMs, and I log all of your ideas for future chapters :D
Sorry for the wait for this chapter. Have had a bit of writing block, but I'm back at things! Should have the next chapter up muuuch sooner than this one was :P
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, etc are completely made up, as is the plot.
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Chapter 9 : Penance
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I was bent over, my naked body arched over the back of my office chair.
"Get that ass up high, Pet," Jane breathed into my ear.
I closed my eyes, thrusting my hips up on command as I listened to the sharp click of her stiletto heels on the floor.
"You ready to be fucked, Slut?" She said, caressing the smooth, exposed skin of my backside.
I took a deep breath, and felt a bead of moisture rolling down the inside of my parted thigh...
"Yes, Mistress." I murmured, "I love you... Mistress..."
I woke up with a gasp, lying alone in my plush, four poster bed.
Fuck.
I'd been dreaming again. The same perverse dream -- or at least a version if it -- that I'd been having for the past two weeks.
Dammit -- my sheets were damp! I'd leaked all over them, yet again, no doubt touching myself as I slept...
Why hadn't I worn underwear to bed last night? I swear I'd intended to...
Ugh.
It had been two weeks since I'd slapped Jane in the parking lot of the outlet mall, and stormed off.
Two weeks since I'd told her I was done with her blackmail. Two weeks of my life falling apart, piece by piece...
I was alone in my house. I'd been a recluse for days now, refusing to leave my stronghold for any reason.
After my trip to the mall with Jane, I'd returned to work on Monday morning to face whatever consequences were coming my way. Jane had promised me repercussions if stepped out of line, and I'd gone WAY past any line she'd set for me.
I knew what I'd brought upon myself, but I'd still not been prepared for the fallout.
First thing Monday morning, I'd headed to work with a stiff upper lip. Immediately upon my arrival, I was summoned to the top floor of our office building, to meet with a few select members of the board of directors... and a team of company lawyers.
"It has come to our attention that there is some... inconsistencies... in certain areas of your professional endeavours."
That's how the meeting had started.
It would seem that over the course of the weekend, an anonymous email had been sent to certain board members with a data cache filled with records of my various misdeeds. The 'inconsistencies' (which was legal politeness for blackmail, embezzlement, fraud and other off-the-books kickbacks I'd taken) meant that an internal investigation would be launched into every faucet of my professional life.
"This is serious, Cassandra. I'm afraid our decision is final."
That's how the meeting had ended.
I was summarily put on administrative leave, without pay.
Officially, I was on record as taking an extended 'personal leave'.
There were a couple of silver linings.
One : I wasn't officially fired yet, and that meant there was a slim chance I could still figure out some way out of this and and salvage the near complete destruction of my career.
Two : The more salacious evidence of my sexual adventures had NOT been made public. Despite Jane's warnings, she'd apparently kept our personal exploits concealed. So my personal life could be saved... and nobody knew what I slut I'd been the past few weeks...
Still, I was a wreck.
As I climbed out of my plush bed, dazed, naked, and admittedly still horny from the dream I'd just had, I considered my predicament for the billionth time.
My lavish lifestyle was on life support. Without my salary or the ability to operate my finances as I usually did (since I was effectively cut off from my padded corporate accounts and illicit funds), there was no way I'd be able to keep my house.
My cars, my jewellery, my social status. All of it would be gone in a month or two if I didn't figure something out...
Worse, if I didn't find a way to halt this investigation, there was a good chance the authorities would become involved.
The company lawyers had made it abundantly clear that if some of the leaked details of my activities were substantiated, it could mean possible jail time.
In other words : I'd seriously fucked up.
I stepped into the shower hoping to relieve my pent up frustrations. The warm water provided little relief.
Worse, the shower felt undeserved in some way.
I was well aware that I had dug myself into this hole. I'd manipulated the system, I'd overinflated my worth... my intelligence... and my control over everything around me... and it had blown up in my face.
As much as I wanted to blame Jane Scott for her nefarious exploits, all she'd really done in the end was to push my little web of secrets into the light.
I soaped up my naked body, still feeling heated from my perverted dream earlier.
Fuck. This was becoming an all-too-common occurrence.
I had to stop my fingers from wandering. I refused to give in to such feelings -- especially considering what had prompted them.
Images of Jane bending me over a chair flashed through my mind. I could see her sexy, freckle-specked cheeks. I could smell her faint perfume as she pressed in, running her hand up the inside of my naked, trembling thigh...
God dammit!
I turned off the water, and took a long, deep breath.
The shower felt wrong. It was an odd feeling, but I felt as if I were performing some sort of taboo by showering indoors.
While Jane had been in control of my life, I'd been forbidden from using my indoor faculties to bathe. Instead, every morning I'd been soaped up and hosed off in my yard... by Isabella, my former gardener.
After all of the trouble I'd gotten myself into, I felt like I ought to be dragged outside and hosed off.
This shower wasn't right for me. The hose was what I deserved.
I deserved to be washed off like a slutty, depraved animal...
The thought made my insides tremble in an all-too-familiar way.
