Thanks to everyone that read/upvoted the first chapter. Hope you enjoy the next installation. There's plenty more to come (whether Gabrielle likes it or not) ;).
I feel like I'm waiting an eternity for Linda to return. The wand she fixed in place between my legs has been whirring constantly since she left. It's caused me to have six excruciatingly intense orgasms.
I didn't want any of them, of course, but the choice had been removed from me.
I'd tried to be quiet for the first couple, for fear of being overheard and discovered, but by the third, I'd screamed out loud, not caring anymore.
In the time between orgasms, I've imagined what Linda and Tom might be doing together. I confess myself disappointed at Linda not returning soon after departing, having failed to impress my husband.
I'd have loved to see her rejected and humbled. I can only surmise that because this hadn't happened, an enjoyable time is being had. Tom and Linda are together somewhere, having drinks, conversations and god knows what else while I'm stuck here, bound to Linda's desk, orgasming involuntarily and unable to change the situation.
Linda waltzes back into her office at a few minutes past eleven. She doesn't feel it necessary to speak to me initially, treating me like an inanimate object and seeming more concerned with taking her coat off and putting her bag down.
She takes her phone out of the pocket before draping the coat over her chair and smiles widely as she studies her phone screen. I watch her tap something out.
I don't concern myself with being polite to her, and bellow loudly for her to 'fucking untie me now'.
Linda ignores my request and instead raises her eyebrows at me, slowly shaking her head.
"Don't be rude Gabrielle," she warns me.
She stretches her arms up and makes a little noise.
"What a night," she expresses happily. I unsurprisingly don't share her enthusiasm.
My mind is working overtime, trying to decide what she means. What happened between her and Tom? I feel nauseous as I think about some of the possibilities.
"How was your time here while I was gone?" she enquires, a sadistic smirk forming on her lips.
I have to bite my tongue to stop myself shouting abuse at her. She's at a clear advantage over me.
She appears to check I'm not going to say anything before speaking. "I'll see for myself later."
I spin my head to look confusedly at her, checking I heard correctly.
She stares back. "Did I forget to mention that I was recording you?" she reveals, flippantly.
Bile rises in my throat. I hate Linda more intensely than I've ever hated anyone before.
After everything she's done to me this evening, I think I'd be justified in this, but her revelation galvanises my feelings. What could she gain from recording me? Surely video evidence of me restrained on her desk would benefit me, and not her.
I set to figuring out how she's managed to record me and frantically look around for a camera, as she begins speaking.
"Tom looked gorgeous," Linda begins. "I think every woman in the bar, and probably a few men, wanted to go home with him tonight," she describes. "I'll admit, he was a bit surprised when I arrived instead of you, but I explained that you were 'tied up' with work and had sent me in your place. I know it's technically a white lie, but I'm sure Tom will find it funny when I tell him," she divulges.
I've seen Linda manipulate the truth many times while dealing with clients in her work. Mistruths come very easily to her. I'm more concerned about my husband's failure to question her lies. Surely he'd have known that I'd die before sending Linda to meet him.
"He did suggest calling to check on you," she teases. "But I persuaded him not to. I wasn't going to let you interrupt us again. Not that you'd have been able to answer," she sniggers, then continues recalling the night's events to me.
"The Black Star is quite a nice place, isn't it? Tom paid for a nice meal for us both; we shared a bottle of wine and talked," she describes. I listen carefully, trying to pick up any undertones.
"Tom actually did most of the talking. And the more he said, the more I saw that he really isn't happy with you. He tried to be polite about it at first but then it all came pouring out."
I consider what she's saying for a moment before awkwardly needing to submit to the vibrations again.
Linda had purposefully left the wand in place for our 'talk'. Maybe she felt that I'd be less able to argue with it on?
I clamp my eyes closed and try to disguise my rapidly building pleasure from her.
"Oh, I'm sorry," her voice sounds clearly, and she moves along her desk to watch my orgasm from the 'business end'. "Don't let me interrupt you," she encourages.
The orgasm builds quickly, and another round of crippling pleasure subdues me, causing me to moan out gracelessly.
Linda patiently waits for me to recover, and when I open my eyes, shaken by another involuntary climax, she's leaning over me, peering between my thighs to see the state of my pussy. I feel her slowly push a couple of her fingers inside and I groan. It doesn't hurt, I'm far too wet for that, but I don't want her thinking that I've consented to or enjoyed anything about tonight.
"Wow," she comments as she retracts her fingers back out again. They're slick and glistening with my juices and after looking at them disgustedly, she wipes the residue across my naked thigh.
"It looks like Tom and me weren't the only ones who had a good time," she remarks, smarmily.
"Now where was I?" she thinks, keen to keep tormenting me.
"Oh yes," she remembers. "I was telling you how unhappy Tom is. I'd expect you to know these things as his wife but clearly, he doesn't want to talk to you. I feel like I'm breaking his confidence by telling you, but he hates how you fuck like an old married couple now," she shakes her head disapprovingly.
"Added to that, he can't forgive you for asking him to leave the army and resents how boring you are. The way he tells it, you don't want to do anything exciting with him anymore and have basically stopped trying in the marriage. I laughed when he told me, and thought he was joking when he said that half the time, you can't even be bothered to shave your legs or make yourself look nice for him." She runs a hand up and down my less than smooth calves and tuts. "Apparently not."
I'm obviously upset by what I'm hearing, but it's made worse by the fact Linda is the one saying it.
When she'd started talking, I'd decided to be cautious about what she was telling me. Without Tom's version of events, I'd promised myself to not take her recollection as gospel. Despite this, her use of private details makes her account more believable.
I had asked Tom to leave the army. He'd done everything he'd wanted to do, including two tours of duty. I'd also become homesick after years of living away. It'd been his decision ultimately, but I'd helped to influence it.
The issue always resurfaces during arguments between us, and Tom often reminds me of what I asked of him. Reintegration into normal life was difficult for him, yes, but I refuse to accept all the blame for it.
I feel like he's disclosed a secret to Linda by telling her this. It's our business, not hers.
"There's obviously a lot of issues between you," she resumes. "I was happy to listen and offer impartial advice."
I almost laugh at her use of the word impartial. She's working to her own agenda. I doubt anything she said to him was without bias.
"Tom said that his personal training business is doing well. It was the only thing he seemed happy talking about. He's got so much passion for fitness. Have you looked at his biceps recently?" She mimes fanning herself.
"I promised that I'll give him a few tips about how to grow his business next time I see him. Is it true what he told me about you never wanting to talk about his work? I think you've made this choice really easy for him," she gloats shamelessly.
From her comment, I suspect that Linda has never been in a long-term relationship.
The niceties don't last forever. Sometimes, one half of a couple doesn't want to listen to the other one harping on about work, with freshly shaved legs. Especially when they've had a hard day at work themselves. Sometimes it's okay to be a bit selfish and just want to watch television instead of conversing or having sex. I don't think I'd be the first wife in history to say this.
I take great offence to the way Linda portrays me as a neglectful wife, who is incapable of making her husband happy. She's formed this totally unfounded opinion of me to support her claim to my husband.
Despite knowing it, I feel a pang of worry. Maybe there is room for improvement in Tom and my marriage? Especially now I know that Linda's vying for his affections. I try to ignore her and think of ways that I can convince Tom that we are happy together. Before my boss can convince him otherwise.
Linda watches the damage her words are having on me before carrying on.
