Switching the Control by Victoria Blisse

Author:Victoria Blisse [Blisse, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Total-E-Bound Publishing
Published: 2012-08-01T00:00:00+00:00

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I was quite shocked, therefore, to receive an email just after lunch the next day from Richard.

Conference room at three-thirty prompt. Don’t make me punish you.

Richard.

The email didn’t give me much of an idea of what he wanted, but I was pretty certain he’d not want me there just to take notes. I wasn’t sure how I felt. One moment I was a little bit elated that he still wanted me in some kind of way, then I felt deep, seething anger at the way the bastard was so obviously using me. People in the office often accused me of having no emotions at all. But that isn’t the case. I feel too much and I try so hard to distance myself from feeling anything at all. It’s easier that way. And I’d let Richard in, shown him that vulnerable inner core, the real Melissa if you like, and what had he done? Used it to wipe his feet on. That’s how I felt, anyway.

Daggers twisted and turned in my stomach and my heart as the time passed between my receiving the email and going to meet him as requested. I was incensed calculating just what to say, trying my best to find exactly the right comment that would bring him down a peg or two. I never worked it out, not that he gave me time to say anything.

“Goldfinch’s representatives will be here any minute. Get under the table between my thighs now and suck my cock. Keep quiet and keep still. You don’t want to draw attention to yourself. “

“What if…?”

“Just do it, pet. Let me sort out the ‘what ifs’.”

And what did I do? I got down on my hands and knees and I crawled under there. At the end of the day he still had the dirt on me, and I couldn’t afford him exposing me. I didn’t want one tiny little lie to ruin my plan.

I settled myself between his thighs. I decided to sit down because goodness knew how long I’d be under there, and I didn’t fancy being caught on my knees with no way to move. I didn’t have to unzip him. He’d done that for me. His cock was still hidden away inside his boxers. I traced a finger down his length just as the conference door opened, and he had to stand and shake hands with some people. I didn’t know most of them, though I recognised a couple of guys from their voices. I wondered if anyone would notice his undone trousers and if anyone would mention it.

No one did. When he sat down he made sure to splay his legs around me and the drone of serious men talking serious business commenced just above the veneered wood of the table. If anyone dropped a pen or decided to tie a loose shoelace I was for it. There could have been no doubt as to my purpose under the table even before I fished his dick from inside his underwear and stroked it firmly in the crook of the palm of my rolled-up hand.

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