“Let’s take a break. The numbers are swimming together in my head. How about a drink?” She smiled.“Sure, I could use a break; a drink would be great.”She walked to her small office fridge, bending at the waist as she pulled bottles to make up two vodka tonics, a welcome relief against my rising heat. I stared lustfully at the perfect firm heart of her ass, pushing against the blue silk of her tight skirt. I furtively adjusted my pants, seeking comfort as my aching erection threatened escape.To my intense disappointment she handed me my drink then sat back down, staring at the screen, a fierce concentration evident in her furrowed brow. The tumbling numbers were reflected in her green eyes; I imagined the scrolling figures as a rising count of the men she had bedded. Except me. My frustration grew. I found myself examining her every curve, every tiny detail of her. I sipped idly on my drink, desperately wondering if it was time for my Plan B.Her skirt had fallen away, exposing almost. I eventually gave up hope. It must have been hours. I stopped thinking every pause, every brake, he was coming to get me out, and instead realised I was his to do with as he pleased and he would get me when he wanted to. He couldnt leave me in here forever. I was there for as long as he wanted, whether I liked it or not. My life was not mine anymore. That was what I had wanted, needed. And now I had it. This revelation brought with it a weird sense of bliss and I found myself in a far more peaceful state of mind. I may have dozed off for a while, or perhaps I was just lost in daydreams, but the next thing I knew there was a crack of light in front of me. Blinding light, too white to look at. For a moment I thought I was dreaming. The crack widened, fast, till I could make out a figure holding the roof. Him. I murmured against my gag, and then, with the odd euphoria from my epiphany dissipating, I felt the ache in my limbs and my jaw from my bindings and my gag. I have a surprise for.
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