It was nine in the evening when Christine put on a trench coat and left her bedroom. Just a few steps out, and the dildo inside her began to move, making her wet.
The thong Adrian had given her was special. A small pearl hung from a silk thread, perfectly positioned to press against her clit. With each step, the cold pearl rubbed against her, and worse, it pushed the dildo deeper inside her.
Christine wore a Bluetooth headset, as Adrian had asked her to keep the call open on speakerphone during her way to the office.
Adrain didn't speak, so all Christine could hear was her own heartbeat and the static from the earpiece. It sounded like Adrian was in a car, with the noise of traffic in the background.
Christine desperately wanted to hang up. She felt ashamed, wearing nothing but a thong with a dildo inside, while the man seemed to be sitting in the front row, controlling her every move and watching her embarrassment. Just going down the stairs, the shallow and deep movements made her feel the wetness soaking the thong.
This feeling was too strange, and Christine walked very slowly, each step hesitant, her toes curling. The way to the garage which normally took two minutes ended up taking over five.
Once in the car, she tried to control the tremor in her voice as she said, "To the company."
The driver started smoothly and drove out of the garage. The 20-minute journey to Adrian's company made Christine realize how many bumps there were on the usually smooth road. Each bump in the road made the dildo slide deeper, while the pearl moved teasingly against her.
Though smaller and gentler than Adrian's usual force, the constant vibrations from the road created an intense rhythm. The cool metal teased her entrance, occasionally pushing deeper without warning, until Christine was burning with need.
She clenched her fists, hips shifting restlessly against the seat in an attempt to escape, but each movement only drove it deeper.
Several times when the car stopped at red lights, she had to cover a gasp with a small cough to hide her discomfort.
"Ma'am, are you feeling unwell? Should I adjust the temperature?" the driver asked carefully, noticing her flushed face in the rearview mirror.
"No need," Christine waved dismissively, pretending to rest as she closed her eyes and leaned against the window.
She knew Adrian would take her later. Under her coat, she wore only a black slip that barely reached her thighs. The feelings were becoming unbearable, and several times Christine wanted to spread her legs and reach under her coat to adjust the toy through her slip.
But with the driver able to see her every move in the rearview mirror, she could only keep her thighs pressed together, unconsciously rubbing them against each other while leaning against the cool window, to ease the burning heat of her body.
The twenty-minute drive felt like twenty hours.
Getting out of the car, Christine's legs were weak and trembling, her wetness soaking through her butt, thankfully concealed by the trench coat before it could reach the car seat.
The driver opened the door, offering help, but she awkwardly waved him away, struggling shifting her body to slide out.
… How and when had her body become so lewd? She was never like this before her deal with Adrian.
As soon as Christine stepped out, she saw Adrian's car parked nearby. James got out and smiled at her, "Good evening, Miss Lawrence."
She instinctively glanced at the back seat. To her relief, Adrian wasn't there.
"The boss asked me to escort you up," James said, dismissing the driver before leading her to the elevator. "Next time you can use the private elevator directly. Let me help you register your fingerprint."
Christine followed James slowly, each step making the dildo thrust deeper and making her shiver. Her thong was completely soaked through beneath the coat, wet juices trailing down from between her thighs, past her knees, all the way to her ankles. She wore open-toed wedge sandals, and her feet were now slick with her own arousal, making each step sticky and forcing her to move even slower.
Her hand trembled as she pressed against the fingerprint scanner, though James remained professionally silent.
Christine felt she was moments away from climaxing right in front of James.
She had thought James would follow her upstairs, but he just pressed the elevator button for her and stepped back, leaving the elevator to her alone.
The elevator door closed with a "ding" and started moving up. With no one else around, Christine couldn't hold back anymore. A moan escaped through her clenched teeth. She looked at her reflection in the elevator mirror, seeing her scattered gaze, flushed skin, clearly aroused. Looking down, she saw her pink toes glistening with wetness, emitting a faint, musky scent.
The elevator reached the 26th floor, and as soon as the door opened, Christine rushed towards Adrian's office, not caring about the secretary or anyone else nearby. She should have knocked, but she couldn't think straight. The few quick steps made the dildo press extremely hard against her sensitive spot, which had been stimulated for over half an hour. The cold pearl even lodged itself entirely into her clit.
She trembled as she opened the door, and the moment she stepped inside, she leaned against the door, her body convulsing with an orgasm.
She tried to muffle her cries, her belly quivering, legs giving way as she knelt on the floor. Her pussy gushed nonstop, the wetness seeping from the hem of her coat, soaking the carpet and the earphones that had fallen to the ground.
When she turned around, her face was flushed with desire, her eyes unfocused, mouth slightly open, revealing a pink tongue.
— And the one responsible for this was sitting behind the desk, looking up from his papers.
He expressionlessly looked at her wet calves and ankles.
The man spoke, his voice deep and slightly hoarse from the alcohol, like a terrifying web of lust.
"Come here."
He said.