He'd start sniffing. "What is that smell?" he'd say and start going sniff sniff all the way around the room and start sniffing at my crotch like some dog.
OMG. No, it's a good thing Connor did nothing in the conference room.
But when I go to leave the conference room after my presentation, and he holds my arms and says, "I told you that you could trust me, love. Like I said, I didn't do anything while you were on the clock."
I t
remble and I'm ready to turn around and kiss him right there.
This man has so much power.
He has raw power, which he wields so beautifully.
He has the power to make me cum right now in the palm of his hand.
Most men would be so enamored of that power that they would be using it routinely.
But for Connor, the game is much more psychological. He wants me to revel in the fact that he has the power to do what he wants, not revel in the fact that he truly is doing whatever he wants.
It's all I can do to not tremble and fall. I want him so badly. It's so hard to stay standing away from him. It's so insane that I can't just bend over and let him stick his cock inside of me.
The most that I can think of doing is to push my ass back against that big, glorious cock. Let him feel my ass cheeks.
"But now is when the fun starts, love," he whispers in my ear.
And then he licks my neck.
A long, deep, lick where I can feel almost every inch of his tongue.
It massages my neck muscles, relaxing them and my eyes roll back into my head for real this time.
Connor's tongue is gone just as quickly as it came and I can't help it, but I need to act normal. I stumble and tremble as I walk back to my cubicle and sit down at my desk, my heart beating a mile a minute.
***
Dinner is a similar affair. It's mainly George doing his closing sales pitch with Connor as press officer.
I think her name is Nadia Scow and she's certainly giving George a run for his money. The two of them are going over variable compensation claims and trying to hash out the contract right at the table.
Usually I'm fascinated by this minutiae, but right now, all I can do is wonder if I'm going to get zapped anytime soon.
Connor looks at me with those soulful eyes and gives me a smirk. I can tell that he's enjoying this immensely.
Just wait until I get him back.
And, don't worry, hun.
There will be turnabout for this. I promise you.
Thankfully, George and Nadia almost seem to pay us no attention at all as they go through the contract and terms of service.
After dinner we walk to the Lincoln Center, which is only a few blocks away and get our seats for Phantom of the Opera.
"Why don't you two kids sit in the first balcony box?" George says to Connor and I. "I'll sit with Nadia on the second one and we can go over services."
The way the opera seats are set up is that Connor and I are sitting in a balcony box overlooking the stage. We're not sharing it with anyone else and unless the audience makes a conscious effort to, they won't see us.
I can tell, it's coming now.