Office Pet

I reached out and pulled the frame forward. It felt small in my hands, a tiny trinket of the past. Using a tissue, I wiped away the dust. The picture was of Sadie and I at a fundraiser—dancing at some sort of ball together. I was in a tux and she in a light pink ballgown. We had been the perfect couple. It had been years since I last heard her joyful voice.

Sadie had been an angle in my life. A distracted driver plowed into her when she was using a pedestrian crosswalk. She died instantly from a head injury. Her death never made the news because I paid off every news agency out there. I didn’t need my business rivals knowing about my weakened emotional state. Plus, I needed to grieve in private and didn’t want the world’s eyes focused on me.

That was almost ten years ago. I was finally starting to feel whole enough again to find someone new.

Sadie’s death still haunted me but remembering her and thinking about her no longer made me fall to my knees with the weight of the pain. There had been dark days when I didn’t think I’d be able to live without her. Days when I didn’t want to go on, and days when I found comfort in the bottom of a bottle.

But Sadie wouldn’t have wanted me to spend the rest of my life getting shit faced and having meaningless sex with whoever offered it. She would have wanted me to fall in love and have a family. To grow old with someone.

I lovingly ran my thumb over Sadie’s face in the picture and then put the frame into a drawer in my desk. Turning my chair, I stared out the windows again at the moonlit sea.

I still loved Sadie and would miss her forever, but these past few months something had changed. There were urges I hadn’t felt in a long time. The desire to be in control in the bedroom and to take charge the way I used to grew stronger every day. I’d had fuck buddies and one-night stands, but I hadn’t met anyone who’d held my interest for more than a date or two. I needed a new pet. Someone who could become more to me.

More and more I wondered why the hell I was working so hard if I had no one to share my success with. If I had no one to go home to. Was Reese the person I wanted to go home to? Was she the girl who would give me the family I wanted? I didn’t know, but her eagerness to please and obey me was a good start.

My PA, Melissa, had been nagging me for years to move on, but moving on was harder than I’d expected. I wasn’t looking for someone to replace Sadie. That wasn’t fair on Sadie or whoever I eventually settled down with. I was looking for a lover. Someone who was on the same page as me sexually, and Reese was the first woman I’d had a genuine interest in for the longest time.

There were places I could go to dominate women and get my rocks off, but it wasn’t the same as getting to know someone intimately and exploring their every kink, fantasy and boundary. There was nothing like being able to look into someone’s eyes when you had them on their knees or bound and gagged and seeing pure desire, want and need.

The way Reese’s pink lips parted when she had her fingers between her legs filled my mind. She had begged me to touch her and fuck her, as her full breasts moved with her panted breath. My dick throbbed from the release I hadn’t given it. Sure, instructing Reese to suck me dry would have been easy, but I didn’t want that to happen in a restroom. It would happen as soon as she signed a non-disclosure agreement. One I’d have Melissa draw up on Monday.

I might be as horny as fuck, but I wasn’t stupid. I had a billion-dollar company and thousands of employees to protect.

My thoughts returned to Reese finger fucking her tight pussy on my command. I’d suspected what she did during restroom breaks, although I hadn’t been one-hundred percent sure until she’d confirmed my suspicions. What a horny girl she was—touching herself in the bathroom every single day.

I smiled to myself and started to stroke my cock through my pants again. It was hardening from my thoughts of Reese. I imagined her finding an empty stall, locking herself in, pulling up her skirt, and running her fingers over the satin of her panties till she reached her insistent pussy.

I wasn’t lying when I’d told her I had cameras everywhere. I had them in the hallways and in all the offices, but I wasn’t a perverted creep who had them in any private areas like the restroom stalls.