Page 49 of Sugarplum

I had no follow-through for that. “Uhm, so does that mean I’m not fired?”

Vicky laughed, “No, you’re not fired. You’ve been humiliated enough today. You know what, go ahead and take the rest of the day off. Just make sure you put it back on and don’t take it off until you’re off the premises.”

I looked back at her with a shocked look. Ah fuck it, I got to accept who I really am, I guess. I put the collar back on, nodded back at Vicky, then made my way out of the office. Several of the guys kept looking at me and each time I’d catch them I’d simply smile back and wink. I wasn’t going to hide it anymore. The beast has been awoken and now daddy needed to deal with the sex-crazed girl he created.

As soon as I got into my car I locked the doors, rolled my windows up, took off my blouse and unzipped my skirt. I didn’t care if people saw me naked… I just wanted to wear nothing but the choker and finger myself. I masturbated in my car until I came.

With my fingers digging in and out of my pussy, the only thought I had was that of Dylan plowing me with his cock while smacking me with his hand. I wanted him to yank my hair, to shove his cock deep into my throat and to blow his load in all of my holes.

I must have lost my mind because I didn’t remember when I came but I did. I was exhausted, perspiring and horny. I put on my blouse but I didn’t bother putting my pants on, deciding to bottom-naked even when driving into town. I stayed that way all back to the apartment.

***

Back home I had nothing to do. Ysa was still at work. I could only watch movies for so long before getting bored and I didn’t want to drown in porn. Despite my best efforts, however, social media was getting boring.

Ring!

I picked up the phone. It was a landline. “Hello?”

“You’ve been a naughty little bitch,” Dylan said on the other line. I was a little shocked to hear him. Was he calling me from his office number? Aren’t those calls recorded or something?

“D-daddy?” I stuttered. I was not expecting this call.

“I saw your post,” he said. Fuck, I forgot he’s on Facebook. “You at home? Mind coming here to my office and giving daddy the treat of your presence?”

Let it go before you lose control of your life. “Dylan… I have to stop seeing you.”

There was a pause on the other end for nearly a minute. When he finally did speak it lacked any of the warmth he previously exhibited. “Olivia,” he said. He never fucking called me by my real name. “Do you really mean to just stop?”

“Banana,” I replied. Wow, that sounds so fucking ridiculous. “Yes, I do mean to just stop.”

“May I ask why?”

I took in a deep breath and chose my words very carefully, “Because I love you, Dylan. This whole thing is starting to take over me. I don’t want to get addicted. I even forgot to take off the damn choker you gave me and now my fucking supervisor knows I’m a late-bloomer slut.”

Dylan laughed and for the first time I found it insulting and a little degrading. “Olivia,” he just sounded flat and too serious. “You’ve used our safe word - not exactly in the way I thought you’d use it - but I’ll consider it anyway. This means you want to stop, we’ll stop. If you ever want to resume, you know my number.”

“Don’t expect me to call,” I told him. “Just… please don’t. Don’t make this hard for me, I honestly don’t want to say good-bye but if I want to regain some kind of control over my life I just have to. I’m going too deep.”

“I’ll respect that decision,” he said solemnly. I think I felt a trace of pain but I couldn’t be sure. “I hope we get to meet again. If one day you see me in a restaurant or something, I just hope you’ll at least acknowledge me instead of ignoring me.”

“Good bye, Dylan,” was all I could say. I was trying hard to fight the tears welling in my eyes. I didn’t want to prolong this and make it harder on either of us. “Thank you for waking up the true me.”

Click.

I took the initiative and just ended the call. I tossed my phone off the bed and just laid back. After a long, deep breath I took off all my clothes and decided to take a nap. Fuck everything. Fuck the world. Fuck Dylan.

***

The rest of the days began to blur. Everything was beginning to fade into the background as I tried to just move forward with work. I barely even got to talk to Ysa and Matt. I just went through the motions from day to day.

By two weeks after breaking up with Dylan I was getting into a self-imposed madness. All I could think of was sex, BDSM and fucking cocks. Even when I went out to do normal things like shopping I’d stop by the sex store and just peer inside. I even managed to buy a damn dress that was way too revealing but I wanted it anyway.

Damn it, Dylan, what did you turn me into? I want to live a normal life, damn it!

Distraught, I decided to file for leave. I needed a vacation. All I wanted was to spend time alone, in the house, and just have some time to myself so I could think and rediscover myself without the added burden of work or the sight of Michael prowling through the office.

Ugh, Michael. He just won’t leave me alone. There was one time where he left a note on my desk, inviting me to suck his cock in the elevator or in his office. He even texted me - how he got my number is still a mystery to me but I do doubt Ysa had anything to do with it - and invited me to sleep with him for a few days at his place.

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