But now the numbers jumbled together, swimming on the screen. I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. I got hard just thinking about it.
It was way too soon to call her again. And I told myself that for the umpteenth time.
A glance at the clock told me we’d hit 3 o’clock. Time to make something of my day before calling it quits.
I sat forward in my chair, ready to click open another file, but instead found myself pulling up some femdom porn site. Tilting my body to the side, I saw my receptionist typing steadily at her desk. I slid slowly back into place, not having to work too hard on looking like I was concentrating. Well, I was concentrating, so I guess I was focusing on not drooling.
I’d looked at these pictures before, of course, but now every woman was overlaid with Melissa’s image. The woman pinning the man against the wall, her hands twisting his balls. The man on his knees, hands bound, his head shoved between a woman’s legs. A man tied to a bed while a woman sucked another man’s cock beside it.
I shifted in my seat, wondering how I could get my secretary to go home without actually coming out from behind my desk.
The phone rang.
I removed my hand from pants and answered. “Hello?”
“Hi…Wyle?”
“Yes. Melissa, is that you?”
She laughed. “It’s me. Sorry, I know I’m not supposed to call the day after a date, but…”
“No, I’m glad you did. I was just thinking about you.” Thinking so much it hurt.
“You were?” She sounded flattered, but really, how could I not think of her? Her eyes, her lips, her brown-pink nipples. Everything. “It’s lame I can’t see you tonight, but I wonder if…well, if maybe you wanted to do something now.”
“Now?” I never took off in the middle of the day, but I might be willing to make an exception. No, I definitely would. There had to be some perks to running my own business, and I wasn’t getting anything done in this condition. “Could you do that?”
“Not a meeting. I’m just on a break, but I was thinking over the phone.” She paused. “I remember you said you’d called a sex line, and I thought…well, I thought we could try it. If you wanted.”
My throat was incredibly dry – that was the only reason it took me a minute to squeeze any words out. Hearing her even say the words sex line over the phone was incredibly erotic. Thinking of what she offered – damn, I squeezed down hard on my cock. The pain was enough to distract me from coming.
“Yes,” I said, my voice coming out raspy. “Please.”
“Okay,” she said, already sounding stronger, more self-assured. “Where are you? Describe it to me.”
“I’m in my office. I’m alone, but my secretary is just outside. The door is closed. I can see her working through the window.”
“Good,” she said. “And have you ever jerked off in your office before?”
“Yes. A few times.”
“With your secretary there?” She sounded amused, which only turned me on more.
“Usually when she’d gone home.” My hand made its way back to the front of my pants. “Once when she was still there.”
“You weren’t worried you’d get caught?”
“Yeah.” I rubbed harder on my crotch, my nostrils flaring with the effort it took to restrain myself, to not unzip myself and release. “I was worried.”
“So you were bad,” she said. “And you want to be punished.”
“I do,” I whispered, staring at the back of my secretary’s head. Her hair was done up in a bun, mostly brown with strands of grey. She was attractive enough, though I’d never been tempted. That wasn’t the point. It was the taboo. The badness of it.
“You’re doing it even now, aren’t you?” A soft laugh. “You can’t help yourself.”
“Let me take it out,” I said.
“I don’t know,” she mused. “You don’t really need it out to be punished.”