Chapter 2: Under the Desk
I arrived at the office at six-fifty, my palms sweaty as I rode the elevator up to the executive floor. The building was still quiet, only the janitor's cart echoing faintly in the halls. Last night's encounter with Ms. Voss replayed in my mind—her heels on my tongue, her fingers stretching me open, the strap-on pounding into my ass until I came across her desk. I'd jerked off twice when I got home, but it hadn't satisfied the ache she left in me. Total obedience. That's what she demanded, and I was already hooked.
Her door was ajar when I reached it, the soft glow of her desk lamp spilling into the corridor. I knocked lightly, and her voice called out, sharp and composed. "Enter, Charles. Close it behind you."
I stepped inside, locking the door as instructed.
