The day had been stressful and traffic coming to the house was hell. Mandi opened the door to see a note on the front table. Sitting down her keys and purse, Mandi unfolds the paper and reads:
I know you've had a stressful day, I'll take of that. Come directly to the bedroom. Don't waste a time.
Mandi folded the paper back and left it on the table before making her way to the bedroom. Knocking on the door, Mandi stepped into the room with her head down.
"You are later than I expected Mandi," Mr. Jones remarks as she enters.
"Yes Sir, the traffic was...," her words trailed off as Mr. Jones grabs her chin this his hands forcing her to look directly into his eyes... "I'm sorry Sir."
Mr. Jones doesn't quite smile and proceeded to circle Mandi where she stood.
Mandi was dressed in her usual work attire. A short leather sheath dress covered by an unassuming business blazer covered her figure. She wore her hair in a practical bun. The look was finished by a pair of high black heels. The look was both naughty and sufficiently business.
Carefully, Mr. Jones walks in front of her and touches her shoulders.
"Mmmm, much better," Mr. Jones says as he drops her blazer to the floor.
"It's sad you have to hide these curves under that thing," Mr. Jones says has he runs his hands down her body.
Mr. Jones stayed gentle only moment longer before grabbing Mandi by the hair and ripping out the pins that formed the bun on her head. Mandi gasped as she was not expecting his suddenly movement and braced herself for Mr. Jones' idea of stress relief.
Pushing his hand back into her hair, Mr. Jones dragged her to the bed and pushed her down. There wasn't to be a slow torture today. Mandi could see the lust in his eyes and was sure that she would be sore the next morning.
With experience and speed, Mr. Jones removed her dress and panties. Laying on the bed on nothing but a bra and heals, Mandi smiled.
"Oh. You think it's funny to leave me waiting?" Mr. Jones questioned.
Although Mandi knew this was all part of their game, she hadn't intended on being bratty when she smiled.
"No, Sir," she quickly replied.
"No, Sir, what?" He demanded.
"No, Sir. I'm sorry Sir," Mandi corrected.
"You will be," Mr. Jones laughed as he unbuckled his belt.