Page 38 of The Bargain

“You requested my presence?” she asked, resting by the door.

“Took you long enough.” I snapped, both angry and frustrated with the woman who had caused me to masturbate and then hide it like an embarrassed teenager.

“Come in and close the door,” I barked, gesturing her forward.

She shook her head. “No, there’s no one around. It's not necessary.”

“You’ve been particularly rude tonight.”

“Have I?”

Was my dream becoming a reality?! My dick was already out and ready for it.

“Leaving like that was particularly rude and uncalled for.”

She nodded. “I see. Well, I guess it is to be expected from a low-class whore, isn’t it?” She cocked her head to the side. “Just so I know for future reference, did you send a group email explaining my previous field of work to all of your contacts?” She gestured to her clothes. “Why did you even bother with the clothes and hair? Let me be the wreck you want people to see.”

“It has nothing to do with you being a wreck. It’s about authority and respect.” I leaned back in my chair, mostly in an attempt to ease the pressure on the head of my cock. “You are not dismissed until I tell you that you are.”

“I see.”

I raised an eyebrow in incredulity. She was giving in way too easily, and it infuriated me that she was not willing to come into my office. “You do?”

She nodded. “Yes, of course. It won’t happen again. Please accept my apologies.”

I narrowed my eyes in disbelief.You could apologize by wrapping your lips around my cock and taking care of the problem you’ve created. I thought so loud it felt like I’d said it out loud.

“You’re dismissed,” I said waving my hand. “And close the door as you leave,” I added.

As soon as she’d closed the door, I leaned back in my chair and started to masturbate again. But this time I imagined it was her mouth around my dick and not her cunt. As I came all over my hand, I vowed that before her six months were up, I’d have her lips around my cock.

“Honeybun! Long time no talk.” Dee’s voice had the ability to warm me even through the phone.

I could almost feel her pulling me into a hug and smell her patchouli perfume. I felt guilty that it had been over a week since I’d spoken to her but I’ve been busy with Timmy, his tests, Dean Beaumont.

“I’m sorry for dropping the ball. I should have called before.”

Dee laughed. “Nah, don’t worry. I was just giving you a hard time. I bet dealing with that beast of a man can’t be easy.”

“He’s just so moody,” I admitted. “One moment he is decent, almost kind and the next, he is all dark and broody like I’ve personally offended him just by standing here.”

Dee chuckled. “That man wants you.”

I removed the phone from my ear, looking at it as if it was an alien.

“Are you high?” I asked her, putting the phone back to my ear.

She chuckled. “Not since the eighties, dear. But there is a very fine line between hate and desire. I think that man hates desiring you.”

I snorted. She hadn’t seen the way he was treating me. I’ve been downplaying it for her sake. “No, there is no desire there.”

“Babe, there is desire, trust me on this. You’re way too innocent to know, but I know men. The players are different, but the game remains the same. But it’s a good thing, babe. You can use his desire to control him.”

I had to laugh at that. Dean Beaumont was an island. I didn’t think anybody could control him…ever.

“Who knows, sex may be a way to his conscience.”

I had to laugh at that. Dean Beaumont? With a conscience? I didn't think that man had one. “Opal would try,” Dee replied.

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