Secret Pet

Catching the sound of the elevator doors opening, I freeze. My legs snap closed, and I rest my hands on the keyboard, anxiously trying to click to another screen — something that isn’t so taboo. I can hear Kane’s voice now. He’s giving someone a tour. I have to stop with the sex play before he catches me.

I close Watercooler and bring up my accounting work. Acting normal and figuring out where I am at on my list of things to do isn’t going well. Christian keeps buzzing me. The vibe pulses in short quick bursts that light up my pussy and make me want to scream.

Watercooler reopens on my computer — on its own — with a message from Christian. Where did you go?

Not now, I type quickly and close the app again. I brush my hair back, make sure my clothing looks perfect and put a big smile on my face. There should be no way that anyone knows what I have been doing.

The vibe in my pussy goes nuts. It zaps and throbs and vibrates like Christian is trying to get my attention.

Open your legs, pet. Watercooler is open again. I want to see it.

Not now, I type again. Kane coming.

LOL. So?

The vibe goes off again, longer this time. My whole abdomen lights up. Heat pools in my pussy. I’m going to cum if he keeps this up.

I can’t. Not now. I beg over the chat program. Please. He’s almost to my desk.

Cum, pet! Let me see you cum! Open your legs!

The vibe is shaking so hard inside me. I feel like I am going to faint. Kane is a few desks over talking to one of my coworkers, and oddly, the fact that I’m about to get caught adds an extra thrill. I feel my skin go hot. I know my cheeks are red. Part of my brain says fuck it. I let go, open my legs as wide as I can for Christian’s camera and put a hand over my mouth to stifle my moans.

Good pet! Show me that sweet pussy.

Vibrations between my legs get harder. The thing pulses, feeling almost like a throbbing cock. Electric tingles twitch over my spine. Then I cum hard. My pussy quivers and throbs. A tiny bit of my own juices run down my legs. It’s all right in front of the camera for Christian.

My breath comes in pants. I can feel how flushed my face is, but I have to resist putting my head down on my desk and losing myself in the afterglow. Part of me wants to run down to the basement and ride Christian until he begs for mercy, but I can’t. I have to stay at my desk until he requests me. I bite my lip, hoping that the request comes soon. Did I make him hard?

“Mandy?”

A shiver runs down my body. My stomach is instantly nauseous. My afterglow is gone in a second at the sound of a voice that I never wanted to hear again.

I turn to look into the only pair of brown eyes that I hate. Jered, my ex, is standing at the opening to my cubical with Kane at his side. He has his eyebrows raised and a smirky smile on his face that I want to wipe off with a jackhammer.

Kane leans an arm along the wall of my cubical. “Do you two know each other?”

Jered crosses his arms over his chest. He hasn’t taken his eyes off my face. I’m not sure if he knows what I was just doing, but he has to suspect. Nervously, I brush my hair back behind my ears then sit up a little taller.

Jered opens his big mouth to answer, but I speak before he can. “Old acquaintances. No big story.” My hands need something to do, so I grab a bunch of files on my desk, push them into one pile and tap that pile into a neat stack. I’m sure my discomfort is noted by both men.

Kane drums his fingers on the top of my cubical. He gives me a slight nod. “I see. Well, Mr. Coleman here is joining the McKenzie Tech team in HR. He’s going to be in charge of new hires and background checks.”

I can feel my face going paler and paler. Jered cannot be here. He certainly cannot work here. The idea of having to be nice to this man, who figuratively spit into my face when I was my most vulnerable, is too much.

“I see,” I snap. Turning my chair so that I can pretend to be busy, I try to calm my flipping stomach. “Good luck, Mr. Coleman.” My words are a dismissal. It’s rude and not something I should do in front of the CEO, but I can’t help myself.

Jered opens his stupid, smirky mouth, again, to say something — probably something fake and trite, but the phone on my desk rings, halting his words.