Trading Tides (Breaking In Waves) by Blake Laila

Author:Blake, Laila [Blake, Laila]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: A Hotter State
Published: 2014-07-19T21:00:00+00:00

VIII

I exhaled a shaky sigh and clawed my fingers into the edge of the table. I couldn't even recall who was talking or what question had been posed. The twisted, dark ache in my ass came and went in waves, and it left me sweaty and needy every time. I hated the conference room then, hated its white, undecorated walls, hated the window front that showed nothing but other ugly office buildings in the grey winter light. It had started to rain again, a soft spray that could just as well have been snow.

I'd been sitting with my team for about two hours and dusk was beginning to settle already—not too visibly, but the light grew dimmer all the time. I thought about getting up to switch on the overhead lighting, but decided not to, afraid I might moan or walk funny. Rubbing my face, I stared at the flip chart we'd set up. I put the intern in charge of standing there to write things down. He, too, looked bored. I didn't blame him.

"Are you okay, Iris?" Dan asked looking at me rubbing my face, and I looked up.

"You're really pale," someone else put in.

They made it too easy, that's what I would tell myself later. Maybe, they were hoping for an early start to their evening as well. I touched my stomach and shrugged.

"I don't know, I think I may have had something dodgy for lunch." I shook my head, made myself look a little weaker than I felt. "What do you say, we just wrap it up for today? I think we'd all benefit from some time to let all these ideas percolate in our heads and then we can come back fresh?"

Everybody nodded—a little too vigorously, maybe, but then who was I to complain.

"How about we meet again tomorrow afternoon, and by then I want one good idea from each of you, something you care about in a web portal and how to make it our own, okay?"

This time the nods were smaller, accompanied by little murmurs as the chairs were pushed back. I sighed, almost dizzy with relief. I could leave, go home—now. Just blow off the rest of the day and see Paul. Almost immediately the plug stopped hurting, felt good again, good and wrong and dirty. I waited until they were all out the door before I pushed myself to my feet with a little groan.

"Do you need a ride? I could take you home?" I turned to see Dan again, standing in the doorframe. He swept his gaze along my neck and down to my ass. I swallowed hard, blushed and stood up straight.

There was a part of me, maybe a cruel part, that wanted to throw the sympathy flirting back in his sweet, handsome face—tell him that my Master had shoved a plug up my ass to remind me of him, that I just wanted to go home to get spanked sore and fucked into the ground.

I took a deep breath and smiled instead.

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