Without Remorse

They’d been working on eclairs this week and she knew the creamed horns would be up soon. She started fanning herself, even though it was cool inside the shop. She hoped Nicholas wouldn’t be gone long and that he’d stop in the shop for lunch today like he sometimes did, once he got back from the airport.

Apparently the big boss was coming back in town today and Nicholas was playing chauffeur/bodyguard again.

A buzz from her phone had her jerking away from the counter, like Nicholas could see she was lazing around on company time. No one else had her number, so she excitedly pulled her phone out of her pocket and slid it open.

It wasn’t a call but a text.

Nicholas: Let’s see if you’re a good girl who can obey or not.

Her thumbs were on her phone, immediately texting back. Oh I’m a very good girl.

Nicholas: That’s what I like to hear.

He continued: Go into the back and slip into the present I left for you there.

Sloane felt her eyebrows lift. And she immediately started walking into the back room. There was a large black box with a gold ribbon on it set right inside the entryway. Sloane looked left and right as if she could catch the culprit, but knowing Nicholas, he’d snuck it in here himself and was long gone.

Gently, she lifted the lid on the box and fought to keep her fascination at bay at what she found inside.

Nicholas: Insert in quickly. You don’t have much time not minding the shop.

She looked at the gift, when he’d kindly taken out of its box for her. There was just the object and a small paper with a picture diagram of what to do with it—aka, how to insert it.

It took Sloane a second of flipping the paper around every which way to discover which side was up and how exactly it was meant to be used.

And then her breath sucked in all at once.

Holy shit. He expected her to wear this? While she was at work? Was he crazy?

She typed exactly that back: You crazy? I can’t wear this thing in public!

Nicholas: Crazy is as crazy does. Now put it in before you displease your Master. Who do you belong to?

Her fingers were a little shaky as she typed back: You.

Nicholas: Good girl. Now hurry before another customer comes in the store. Hurry.

Sloane sucked in another deep breath, walked to the backmost corner of the kitchen where no one could see her…

And then she reached down into her leggings and bit her lip. She was only a little moist, not fully drenched. The more she thought about Nicholas, the easier it was though, to work the small teal-colored silicone toy up her vag. It had a clit-sucker on the front, a vibrator in the middle, and a beaded tail that must be meant to slide up her…her bum. Holy shit, this one device had everything. Well, she couldn’t say he hadn’t prepared her last night…

If she’d been blushing before, it was nothing to now. Doing dirty things in their bedroom was one thing, but it seemed like Nicholas was always bent on pushing the boundaries, wasn’t he? Well, she’d show him just how up to his level she really was. And she’d show him that whatever he could dish out, she was up to the challenge. She wasn’t some weakling.

So she pushed the silicone cock part of the device up inside her pussy with a few deep breaths, then slid the multi-balled tail up her bum, and lastly—but not least!—she settled the front of the device over her clit.

She felt… full. But when she took a tentative step forward, she was sure she could feel the jolt from every step she took—from the inside of her body.

And then, right as she was thinking she’d just gotten the hang of the fullness inside and the top of the toy resting against her clit… the damn thing started vibrating.

Not just vibrating either. The part against her clit—

She grabbed for the counter as she gasped, barely able to keep herself standing. It was suctioning against her clit. Suctioning like Nicholas’s mouth did when he was suckling on her, right there.

Her phone beeped. She read the text that came through.

Nicholas: Who do you obey?

She could barely hold the phone steady as the suctioning and vibrating continued. Finally she just dropped the damn phone on the counter and barely managed to type. U. Sr.

Nicholas: Good.

And then the suctioning and vibrating cut off abruptly. Sloane all but collapsed on the countertop.

Nicholas: Tell me you’ll do whatever I say. But only if you mean it.

Sloane blinked, the screen a little blurry in the haze of her near orgasm, denied at the last second. She didn’t hesitate before typing back: I’ll do whatever you say.

Nicholas: Every time I tease you today, I want you to tell me that. Immediately. Tell me you understand.