trailed it down her body, tracing the curves and
contours as though memorizing them for future reference. His hand
reached her breast again and Zoe’s back arched up off the desk in
an effort to increase the contact. But Dawson had other ideas and
she watched with a frown as he moved away and walked to a closet on
the wall at the side of his office.
When he opened the door, she saw that
it was where he kept his spare office clothes; a selection of
suits, shirts and ties were all neatly hanging in order of color,
and she absentmindedly wished that her closet at home was as
organized. She watched with curiosity as he grabbed a handful of
ties before closing the closet door and walking back towards the
desk. Was he going to blindfold her again?
She didn’t have to wait long to find
out that he was indeed going to use a tie to cover her eyes, and as
he knotted the article behind her head, she felt her pussy contract
with lustful anticipation as to what might come next. She heard him
step around the desk and then felt his hand on her wrist, pulling
her arm out to her side as he tied, what she rightly assumed, was
another tie around it. A minute later she gave a tentative tug and
realized that he must have secured the other end of it to the leg
of the desk.
Her other wrist was quickly secured in
the same way before she felt Dawson move to the other end of the
desk and take hold of her ankle, securing first one and then the
other in the same fashion. Zoe was now completely immobile and at
his mercy, but just like last time, she wasn’t afraid in the
slightest. She heard Dawson move away and then there was the
obvious rustle of his clothing been removed and she excitedly
wondered if this time he would actually fuck her. She didn’t know
when she had changed into such a wanton little slut, but there was
nothing she could do about it now.
“Did you enjoy what I did to you the
last time, Zoe?” Dawson asked the question with a curious tone to
his voice, and Zoe nodded in answer. “Remember what I said before
please, Zoe. I need to hear your answer so you have to speak and
not just nod.”
“Yes, I did.” Her voice was small with
embarrassment to admit it to him, but she instinctively knew that
honesty was the only thing he would accept from her.
“You found the pain pleasurable, did
you not?” He wasn’t really asking a question. It was more a
statement of fact.
“Yes, I did.” Zoe knew that she was
blushing because she could feel the heat burning her face. He was
already humiliating her and he hadn’t even done anything yet, she
thought.
“I’m going to try something new on you
today, Zoe. It’s going to hurt more than what I did last time, but
I think you’re going to find it even more pleasurable.” She heard
him take a few steps away but he quickly returned. “The cleaning
crew should have all left by now, so please feel free to make as
much noise as you want or need to.” He gave a slight chuckle. “In
fact, I want you to make some noise. Hearing you moan in pleasure
or pain turns me on.” The thought of Dawson being aroused was more
than enough to turn Zoe on too, but she wasn’t about to let that
little nugget out of the bag.
He paused slightly and Zoe could sense
that he was thinking about something. “We do need to have a safe
word in place though, just in case you reach your limits. If you
use the safe word I promise you that I will stop whatever I’m doing
immediately, but you need to understand that I will not accept you
using the word unless you feel that you absolutely have to. Does
that make sense?”
Zoe hesitated while she thought over
what he had said. She’d heard of safe words being used before but
she had never been in a situation where she had needed one herself.
In light of what he had done to her last time though, it seemed
like a good idea. “What will the safe word be?” she
asked.
“It will be bananas. Unless
of course
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