Page 94 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
“You and I haven’t been over your limits yet. We’ll do so tonight over dinner. In the meantime, Justin has offered your assistance in demonstrating one of his client’s new toys. You mentioned before that you’re willing. I want to make sure that’s still the case.”
I couldn’t deny that the notion scared me. Conversely, my curiosity was getting the best of me. “Do you know what it is, Master?”
“I do, and I can assure you, it will only bring you pleasure. And after discussing with Landon, we’ve decided that we will not allow Mr. Daniels to touch you during the demonstration. Not in a sexual manner.”
I nodded, considering this for a moment. He didn’t offer to tell me what the toy was, which meant he didn’t want me to know.
His thumb brushed over my cheek. “None of us will allow any harm to come to you, Luci. I assure you of that. I don’t believe this will push your limits based on what you’ve been willing to do thus far. However, at any time, should it begin to be too much for you, you can use your safeword.”
I’d read about safewords. It was a word submissives used to stop a scene or situation they weren’t comfortable in. If I were to merely say stop, they wouldn’t take that as my desire to really quit. Often, during passionate interactions, people used the terms no and stop when in actuality, they were simply speaking for the sake of speaking aloud. For safety reasons, safewords were used as an automatic stop to all play. Like a failsafe.
“We’ll be using red as your safeword. Anytime you feel as though you cannot take any more, you will simply call it out. Ensure that you’re loud enough to be heard. Under no circumstance will play continue should you use it.” He used his thumb on my chin to tilt my head back farther. “Keep in mind, we will be pushing your boundaries at times. That will be our pleasure to take. You have to trust us to know what is right for you.”
“I trust you,” I whispered.
“I want that to be true, Luci. However, I want to earn that trust. So go with your instincts.” Master leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine. It was a gentle kiss that left my lips tingling when he pulled back.
“I will, Master. I promise.”
“Very well. And if one of the Doms asks you what your color is…” He tilted my head again, ensuring I was looking him in the eye. “Green means you are fine and you’re good to continue. Yellow means you’re hesitant and need a moment to collect your thoughts or that you feel as though you can’t be pushed any further. If you ever need time to collect yourself, feel free to call out yellow. It will allow us to discuss your hesitations before we continue. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
Master released me, then turned to the bag on his desk. “Please change into this, then return to your desk. When we’re ready for you to join us, someone will call you.” He reached out and ran his hand over my hair. “And pull your hair up. We don’t want it to get in the way.”
Taking a deep breath, I nodded, then watched as Master left his office. He didn’t close the door behind him.
I was both nervous and excited about what was to come. This had initially started out as an erotic game, but it seemed to be moving in a much different direction. One that involved rules and structure, something I wasn’t at all turned off by. Master helped to make me feel grounded. I liked the feeling.
I pulled out the items in the bag, which included a pair of white knee-high stockings and a white lace bra that wasn’t much of a bra at all. It had an underwire, but it did not have cups, which meant my nipples would be exposed. And last but not least, there was a pair of white crotch-less panties. They were frilly and sexy as all get out.
My breath came in rapid pants as I stared at the ensemble. It was definitely sexy, however, it meant I would be basically naked in front of a man I didn’t know. It was one thing to be naked in front of my bosses, but this was taking it to an entirely different level.
Glancing at the clock, I noticed that I only had two minutes until the meeting officially started. Without wasting another second, I quickly stripped and changed.
Since they didn’t request that I wear shoes, I opted to go without. My booties were cute, but I felt they would detract from the sexy innocence of the outfit—I assumed that was what they were going for—so I left them off and returned to my desk. Taking a seat, I grabbed a couple of clips from my purse, then proceeded to pin my hair up.
