laugh, and it had been a long time since she’d found anything
funny either. In reality, she’d stashed that strap there after
she’d spent a night at a club in Atlanta, and had flown back
and needed to stop at the office to grab some files. She’d
thrown a few things in the back of a drawer, hidden away in a
black leather bag, covered up by a bunch of other work shit.
She’d forgotten them after doing a few hours of work and
grabbing her files. She’d kept forgetting them, day after day,
and eventually she’d just left them there.
“I was going to bend you over the desk and stripe your
pretty little ass raw for that scheme of yours. You’d want to
scream. To cry and sob, but you’d want to moan and whimper
too, because it might hurt, but that pain would be so sweet. I
wouldn’t push you past what you could endure. And you
would be a good, obedient girl and not make a sound because
the rest of the office would hear if you did. You’d take your
punishment and then you’d take my mouth against your
soaking wet, drenched pussy. You’d take it and you wouldn’t
make a sound as I made you come.”
“You’re sick. Why would I ever do that with you?”
Giana folded her arms and pretended to be bored. “Because
you were the one who knew the truth and you were the one
who still came on my fingers anyway.”
She was v
iolently alive, aching, her panties soaked beneath
the thousand-dollar tailored power suit she wore. She detested
the term, but damn it, she loved how good they looked.
Coralyn swallowed loudly again. Her chest heaved and fell.
“N-no. That was a mistake, and you’re terrible for bringing it
up and using that against me. I wasn’t in my right mind either.