Amanda bounced back to work with renewed vigor. Her sessions with Monique helped her to better understand herself and cope with her recent trauma, while pain meds made it possible for her to move around with much ease.
She wore a white Anne Klein button-up blouse, which perfectly framed her neck, showing-off her new collar. She matched it with a tan pant suit to hide the unsightly bruises on her legs and arms.
Her security detail, Taylor, escorted her from the car to her office. “I’ll be at the foyer if you need me, Miss Fox.”
“Thank you, Taylor.” She said, as she walked in through the lounge. A rustling sound called her attention, it came from Joan’s cubicle. She peeked behind the smoked glass curtain and gasped at what she found.
Joan leaned on the wall, naked from the waist up, while a guy in a suit feasted on her healthy chest.
Amanda cleared her throat.
Startled at the unexpected intrusion, Joan and the guy staggered away from each other. Joan looked at Amanda with her arms across her bare front.
“Oh my god, Miss Fox, I didn’t know you were coming in today. I thought you…” she muttered.
“I’m fine, Joan. Who’s your friend?”
“Oh, this is Ian from IT, he was just…”
“Hi Ian, sorry to interrupt your breakfast, but it is work hours— you should go back to work. You can have her for lunch, if you want. Is that understood?”
“Yes, ma’am, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again… um, during work hours.” Ian grinned, his face flushed. He looked at Joan and waved, then strode out of the office.
“I’m sorry Miss Fox… are you gonna fire me now?” Joan said, her eyes pleaded.
“How did he get in here?” She asked with righteous indignation.
“I called IT because my computer— something’s wrong with it… and they sent him to fix it.” Joan said with trembling voice.
“Was there anything wrong with your breasts too?” she grinned.
“He— um… he said… he likes me, and he likes it that I’m a plus-size— then… he… I’m— I don’t know why I let him see my boobs… it felt… good. I would totally understand if you want to fire me, ma’am. I’m so sorry.” Joan’s eyes brimmed with shame.
“You are the best assistant anyone could ever have, Joan, I’m not firing you. I just want you to respect company policies and office decorum, and you’ll be perfect. I don’t want to ruin your sex life either, I’m actually glad you’re getting some… but do it somewhere more private… a broom closet, wherever, but not here, not during work hours. I hope I’m clear.” She smiled at her and walked to her office.
Amanda spent all morning reading and signing documents that piled up during her absence, her eyes felt sore. Instead of ordering for lunch, she decided to take a nap in her room for a bit.
She dozed off in a breeze, when a gentle yank on her collar roused her, followed by a kiss. It was Alex.
“I thought you were going to slap me again for waking you,” he whispered.
She laughed. “Yeah, I had the urge to do that, but the collar reminded me that it must be you.” She reached for his neck and kissed him.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“The paperwork I did all morning exhausted me, I decided to rest my eyes for a while. What do you have in mind?”
“Well, my mind tells me I want to have you for lunch, but if you’re really hungry, then we can go for real food instead. Your call, my love.”
She pouted. “What you have in mind is quite tempting… but I’m really hungry. Can we order take out and have it here instead?”
“Not a bad idea, if… we can do it without our clothes on.” He teased.
“That’s not a bad idea either— how about pizza?” she grinned. “I’ll ask Taylor to get something from Artichoke Basille’s, my favorite pizza place.”
“This pizza is really good, and even gets better when we eat it this way.” Alex grinned as he gobbled a large bite and watched Amanda eat her slice on the couch totally naked.
She giggled. “We should do this more often. Where else can we be ourselves but here.”
“I really miss you.” His eyes conveyed a trace of despair. “We haven’t played for more than a week, you know, it gets lonely down there.” He gestured to the snake between his naked legs.
Amanda got up and walked towards him. “How about now, sir?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, sir,” She ran her tongue over her lips and bit it.
“Go back to the couch and open you legs.” He said.
She went to the couch and sat with her legs spread out and waited with her eyes down and arms clasped behind her.
Alex drank his soda spiked with bourbon and took his time caressing her body before diving in.
Amanda savored every movement of his mouth on her, like she was pizza topping prepared to be devoured. She moaned and panted with pleasure.
Then Alex stood up. He pulled the ring on her collar with a finger, it nudged her head forward. “Suck me, pet.”
She gorged on him with fervor, and felt his arousal grow with every flick of her tongue. She missed him so much, she wished she could swallow him whole like a python did to its prey.
“I want your ass, give me your ass, pet.”
She turned around and bent down for him to take it.
“You should get a whipping for making me wait, pet.”
“Yes, sir, I deserve it.” She whispered, and heard him shuffle away and took something from the closet— probably a whip. She had an array of different whips she chose herself, ones that she can tolerate. The heat in her loins heightened in anticipation.
“How many whips do you think you deserve?” His voice low and menacing.
“As much as it pleases you, sir.” She said, and gasped as the first slap hit her ass. It stung as it left its mark, she immediately recognized it as the leather one with glass phallic handle.
“Count it.” He ordered.
“One,” she counted every time the leather strands landed on her. He gave her twenty. The same amount she got from Adam’s riding crop. She never told Alex about the night she dated Adam. She lied to him and said it was just a fun date with a guy who loved using the whip.
Alex caressed her. “Did you like it?” he whispered.
“Yes, sir, I liked it very much, thank you.”
“Open your mouth.” Alex inserted the whip handle into her mouth. “Keep it there while I take you behind, okay? Can you do that, pet?”
She nodded and bit into a notch in the handle. Having her mouth full prevented her from making any sound and accidentally blow out the glass handle.
Alex made his way into her until he came and released his seed inside her. The glass handle stayed in her mouth.
“You did very well, pet.” He took the handle out and probed her with it. “I know you like this glass fucker, don’t you?”
She moaned, “Yes, sir.” Her hips gyrated as he stimulated her with pulsating motion. He kept at it until she screamed and came.
“That was really nice… I liked it, sir.” She said, catching her breath.
He smiled and kissed her long and hard. “I think you’re healed, my love. I told you, Monique can help you. Are you up for something more? What do you think?”
“I guess I am,” she giggled. “Thank you for being patient with me, Alex.”
“I wasn’t being patient, you know… I love you, Iris.” He rose and hopped into his jeans and grabbed his shirt. “Thanks for the sumptuous lunch, but I have to get back to work.” He wore a big smile that reached his eyes.
“I love you too, sir. Shall I wait for you tonight at my apartment?”
“I’ll be there, but maybe a bit late as usual.” He blew her a kiss and strode to the elevator.
Amanda couldn’t believe she’s finally healed. Her body responded well to Alex’s touch and bidding without any fear. She smiled and ran a hand on her stinging bum. Ouch!