Then, moments before my climax took hold, I heard the bathroom door fly open.
It was like somebody had pulled the plug out from inside me. All the passion and arousal instantly drained away as I let out a mortified gasp. How much had they heard? I had no idea how loud I'd been. As excited as I was, it wouldn't have surprised me if the entire floor knew what I was up to. It was one thing to savour the threat of getting caught, but it was quite another for it to actually happen.
There was a pause, as though the person was deciding whether to speak.
"Are you okay in there?" she said eventually. The sing-song voice instantly sent a slinking sensation down my spine, like a wayward insect. Jennifer. I cursed silently. Of all the colleagues that I'd want to walk in on me, she was at the bottom of the list. Hell, if you threw my mother, grandmother and all my ex-boyfriends on there, Jennifer was still at the bottom.
"Hello?" she continued. "Do you need any help?"
I winced. "I'm fine. Just ate some bad prawns last night I think."
I could almost picture her face twisting into that supercilious smile as she recognised me. "Ah, Sophia, I didn't realise it was you. I hope it's not serious." Did she sound smug because she knew about my little date for one in here? Or was it just general pleasure at my discomfort? It was impossible to tell. Jennifer always sounded so damn self-satisfied.
"It's alright. I'll be fine in a couple of minutes."
"Good, good. The Wrights case is really ramping up and we need as many hands on deck as we can get. I'd hate for you to miss out because of a weak stomach." The woman's tone was saccharine sweet. I growled quietly to myself. Why wouldn't she just leave?
"I know. I wouldn't miss it for the world."
"I know you wouldn't." I heard the tap begin running, followed by the tear of paper towel. "I just came in here to freshen up. Big meeting this morning. Mister Bell himself is going to be there. Anyway, I have to run. I do hope you feel better. If you need anything, just sing out. Ta ta."
The door opened, and then the room fell silent once more. I'd go to hell and back before I went to you for help.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. It seemed like I'd gotten away with it, although it was hard to tell with her. She'd be just as likely to keep it to herself for a few months and pull it out at an opportune moment as to rub it in my face then and there.
On the plus side, I technically hadn't disobeyed Sebastian, although it was through no strength of my own. I wondered if that counted.
Regardless, I wasn't finished yet. My eyes flicked down to where the box lay on the floor.
Take the second box with you. When you're done, open it.
I was still shaken from my near miss with Jennifer, but I scooped it up anyway. A trace of my earlier fire flared between my legs as I gazed at it. Sebastian was nothing if not inventive, and I was rapidly discovering just how much I liked his games. It was a simple gesture, classic really, an unexplained package left quietly on a desk, but he always knew how to give things just enough of a twist to set my blood pumping. Sexy commands, boxes within boxes; it was like some kind of kinky Russian doll.
Unable to wait any longer, I tugged gently at the ribbon and the box fell open. "Oh god, he didn't," I said, to no one in particular.
It had been years since I'd seen a butt plug. One past boyfriend had been more than a little fixated on my ass, so I'd consented to a little anal play. We never actually progressed to sealing the deal — it turned out my ass wasn't the only one he was fixated on — but we made it as far as a little toy play. I didn't have the fondest memories of those times.
I exhaled sharply. In the throes of my last passionate encounter with Sebastian, I'd expressed a willingness to consider anal play, but in the cold, hard, fluorescent light of reality, the idea lost most of its charm.
I picked the plug up slowly, turning it in my hand. It wasn't particularly big — three inches long and about the thickness of a large index finger, with one end that tapered to a round point — but in the context of where it was supposed to go, it looked positively daunting.
There was another note in this box, lying next to a small white tube that I assumed was lubricant. I picked up the note gingerly.
Dear Sophia.
I trust you enjoyed that. I must admit, the thought of you pleasuring yourself kept me awake most of last night. I will definitely require a more intimate show when I return.
But the game is not quite over yet. You've obviously discovered my little gift. In my opinion, it's something every girl should own. I know you're probably a little uncertain about such things, but I think you'll come to take pleasure in them eventually. Besides, it would make me extremely happy.
I originally bought it to use on you myself, but since I've been delayed, I figured maybe you could get started without me. There's no time like the present.
With that in mind, I want you to remove your panties and place them in the box. Give the plug a healthy dose of lube and then insert it as far into your ass as you can. Don't be shy; the deeper the better. Then, I want you to return to your desk and continue working as normal.
I have no doubt it will be uncomfortable to begin with, but that will pass. I love the idea of you going about your day exposed and penetrated for me. Even though I'm not there, you'll have a little piece of me inside you, a constant reminder of my presence.
You don't have to leave it in all day; it's best to start slowly. An hour or two should do it, and if you enjoy the sensation, we can go from there.
Now, if you followed my instructions properly, your panties should be in quite a state. I wish I were there to do something about that myself — I can practically taste you on my tongue right now — but seeing as I'm not, I'd like you to save them for me. You're forbidden to wear them for the rest of the day. Just keep them there in the box. And to make things a little more interesting, I'd like you to keep it on your desk until you leave. I do hope you don't get too many visitors.
I will be in touch later in the day to see that my orders have been followed. Have a lovely day.
-S
My mouth fell open as I read. The plug wasn't just a gift. He expected me to wear it right now.
My eyes darted to the lube, then back to the toy, and I swallowed loudly. Theoretically, nobody would notice — it was small, and I wasn't exactly in the habit of flashing my work mates — but still, the very idea was crazy. Walking around the office all day wearing a sex toy was about the most inappropriate thing I could think of. Except perhaps leaving a pair of sex-wet panties out on my desk. I got the sense it was more about the risk than the panties themselves, and while it was true they'd be hidden inside something, it wouldn't take much for someone to start asking questions.