The only contact I had with Mr. Logan over the next few days was over the phone. He called to have me messenger over some papers. His tone was quick and curt; anyone listening would have no idea of the game he was playing with me. Each time he called my pussy would swell and ache just at the sound of his voice. Every time he hung up I wanted to touch myself knowing my panties were wet, but I stuck to my promise. Thursday afternoon when the phone rang I answered it as usual absently grabbing my message pad. His voice rang in my ear and I felt my body instantly go hot.
"Lily?" He asked his voice smooth and deep, the butterflies in my stomach took flight.
"Yes Mr. Logan?" I asked knowing there was a slight tremble that I couldn't seem to help. He sounded different, gone his usual business-like manner.
"Is the office door locked?" He asked. I heard a horn in the background and realized he must be in his car.
"Yes sir, I just locked it." I answered quickly, eager to please him.
"Go unlock it now." He said sharply in my ear. I stood without hesitating and quickly unlocked the door. When he spoke to me like that it was impossible not to obey.
"It's unlocked now sir." I whispered. My free hand smoothed over my hip, my fingers aching to touch myself.
"Open my office door and go lay on my couch right now." He demanded. I shivered as I entered his office, the lights were off and I sank down on the couch, slipping my heels off my feet not wanting to scar the camel colored leather. "Are you lying down?" He asked in my ear.
"Uh huh." I answered softly, looking up at the ceiling.
"Good girl." He whispered, I could almost see the smile cross his lips. "Do you see the head set lying next to you?" He asked. "Put it on." I turned my head and saw it, lying on the small table next to the couch. My fingers closed around it and I eased it on to my ears.
"I have it on now." I said. "Can I touch myself now?" I asked trying not to make it sound like a plea.
"That's what you want to do isn't it?" He asked me his voice smooth as silk as it caressed my ear.
"Please?" I asked so softly I didn't think he would hear me.
"Not yet, slide your skirt up for me now Lily, do you have on stockings today?" I eagerly pushed the fabric up my thighs.
"Yes," I said "There black, and um a matching garter belt." I added wanting him to picture me in his mind, my fingers trailed over the lace stretched across my stomach.
"Mm, you didn't wear panties now did you?" He asked me, I could hear the slight warning in his voice.
"No sir, I didn't forget."
"Good, now, unbutton your blouse and pull it down your shoulders for me, your bra straps to," He directed. Slowly I complied, undoing each small button until my blouse was open, and I slipped it off my shoulders and eased the straps down. As I looked down, my breasts overflowed the cups, my nipples were peaking over the top of the lace, tightly pebbled in excitement. I moaned into the phone.
"Lily!" he said sharply into my ear. "I told you not to touch yourself; if I get there and your fingers are wet there will be hell to pay!" He warned me.
"I didn't," I cried into the phone "I'm being good, I promise." I couldn't believe it, I was almost crying, I didn't know how much more I could take. A bang in the hallway caught my attention. "Is that you?" I asked, my body shaking with need for release.
"Is what me?" He asked into the phone.
