Page 24 of Indecent Secrets

“Well, I’ve had a long and tiring day. I’m not sure I have time to give you all that attention. I want to relax. So instead… you’re going to learn patience.”

Jack slid his hand down between my legs, and I realized he was holding something. I gasped as the cool, smooth object was pushed inside of me. It was a vibrator.

I could feel Jack’s smirk against the curve of my shoulder as he kissed me there, even though I couldn’t see it. It was palpable. I shivered again.

“Now, just to make sure that nothing slips out…” Jack wrapped something around my waist and I realized that the vibrator was the kind that came with straps at the end of it—straps that Jack now used around my waist to secure the vibrator to me and keep it in place.

“There we go.” Jack stood up and walked around me, settling himself in the chair right in front of where I was still kneeling so obediently. He pulled a small remote out of his pocket, and then opened his laptop. “I’m going to get some extra work done while you… are going to learn patience.”

He pressed a button on the remote, and the vibrator buzzed to life inside of me.

I couldn’t hide my moan, my mouth falling open. Ohhh God, it felt so good already—but it was on its lowest setting. A pure tease. Not enough to get me off, just enough to keep me yearning for more.

Jack ignored my distress as he typed away on his laptop. He pulled open the files from the briefcase, the ones from Rebecca that he hadn’t signed.

Why hadn’t he signed those right away, actually? Was there more he wanted to go over with them?

He didn’t sign them now, either. Instead he seemed to be scanning them with his phone and uploading them onto his laptop. Odd.

My scrutiny of his business practices was only a way for me to distract myself from the torment that was building within my body. Jack knew what he was doing with this, and with me. He’d nailed me—I was impatient and desperate for a good fuck and orgasm. But he wasn’t the type of guy to settle for what was easy, oh, no.

He clearly wanted a proper submissive. A good, obedient pet. So he was taking the time to train me.

I almost hated the fact that I was just here to con him into dismantling his uncle’s company. This wouldn’t be a permanent sexual arrangement. The moment he realized what I’d done and he’d lost everything, he was going to hate me, and I would lose this. I would lose him.

But I pushed those thoughts aside. What was the point of getting so attached? This wasn’t about me. This was bigger than me (and definitely bigger than my sex drive). Jack might be a good dom but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be the same kind of profit-hoarding scumbag as his uncle and every other member of the board in charge of the company.

As if sensing that my thoughts were wandering, Jack increased the vibrations. I moaned, my legs spreading as I tried to grind down a little—but it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t get the perfect stimulation I needed. My hips just rocked uselessly into empty air.

Jack smirked from behind his laptop and continued typing away. He looked so composed and utterly gorgeous, still in his suit, not a hair out of place. Meanwhile I was dripping wet, whimpering, naked except for my collar and the vibrator driving me wild.

My hands weren’t tied. I could reach down and touch myself. I knew that, and Jack knew it. But I wasn’t going to. He’d punish me for it, for one thing, and for another, I didn’t want to. There might be times when I would deliberately disobey or be a brat. But this wasn’t one of those times. I wanted to be good, and most of all I wanted to come, but I knew it wouldn’t be satisfying if I did it myself by breaking the rules. I wanted it to be Jack giving me that orgasm. I wanted him to fuck me.

But he wouldn’t do it if I didn’t earn it.

He increased the vibrations again and I dug my nails into my thighs, whimpering. “Master…”

“Shh.” Jack continued to type away, his focus on the computer screen. “I’m not finished yet.”

Oh God I wanted him so badly. I bit my lip, trying to keep from moving. My hips kept twitching, desperate for something, anything, to give me release.

I had no idea how long I knelt there. I was panting, my lungs on fire, and squirming uncontrollably. Every single movement of my hips just made it worse, but I couldn’t stay still, either. I was trapped in between my desire for more and my need to not make it all worse.

After what felt like hours, Jack closed his laptop and put it—and the papers—over on the desk beside the chair. Finally, I could see that he was hard in his slacks, the outline of his cock tempting me and making my mouth water.

Jack spread his legs a little and undid his tie, tossing it to the side before undoing the top couple of buttons on his shirt. “Come here, pet.”

I knew what he wanted. I had a collar on and he was calling me his pet. I wasn’t supposed to get to my feet. Instead, I crawled to him, going pliantly as I was guided to sit straddling his thigh.

He reached for the remote and lowered the vibrations again, and I moaned desperately. I needed to come so badly… but I held back from begging. I was going to show him I could be good, I could be patient.

Jack tipped my chin up with his fingers. “You’re gorgeous. Squirming and soaking wet for me. Look at that hungry little pussy. You want me to fuck you, don’t you, sweetheart?”

I nodded. “Yes, master.”

He released my chin and slid his hands over my legs, the backs of my thighs, to my ass, squeezing, then lightly, playfully patting it. “Grind down on my thigh, like a good pet.”

He wasn’t doing this for any reason other than to torture me. I knew already that I wasn’t going to come from this. He had more plans in mind.

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