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the graceful way her back arched and she swayed to accommodate his thrusts. Hated the way the voice in my headset wouldn’t shut the fuck up.
    Most of all, I hated Ethan for forgetting my existence. I hated him for suddenly going all still inside Chantalette’s opened throat. Hard pulses stiffened his body and closed his eyes. I fumed at my desk. That was supposed to be me, damn it. Me me me.
    I had to admit, Ethan had come up with the worst punishment yet.

Chapter Four
    As the call finally started to wrap up, Ethan pulled his still-hard cock out of Chantalette’s wet mouth. She licked her lips.
    “Spread your knees apart,” he told her. She did so, her thighs quivering.
    “Dana, open the top drawer and hand me the item on top.” It better be a condom , I almost said out loud. Ethan and Simon and I were long past condoms, but this was different.
    “My boss needs something, let’s connect again tomorrow,” I told the assistant to the vice president, who was one of those people who is incapable of ending a phone call. I clicked off the call, opened the drawer with a petulant slam, and grabbed the thing on top.
    A dildo with a devilish little vibrating finger extending from the business end. Huge relief. At least he wasn’t going to fuck her. I flounced over to Ethan and slapped it into his hand.
    “Attitude,” he murmured, not bothering to look my way. He bent down and inserted the dildo into Chantalette’s pussy. He pressed the little button that kicked off the vibrator and suddenly her whole body started to shake and shimmy. He moved the dildo back and forth inside her. She began keening a rhythmic “oh oh oh”, timed to every move he made with that toy.
    I covered my ears.
    “Too much for you, is it, luv? You wish you were her right now, don’t you?”
    “No! I’d never want to be her.”
    “You wish you had this up your cunt. You wish your clit was getting all that action.”
    “No…” My “no” wouldn’t convince a two-year-old.
    “Well, it would have if you hadn’t been so naughty. This could have been you. How wet are you right now?”
    “Not at all.”
    “Don’t lie to me.” His sharp tone made me jump. He pushed the dildo further inside Chantalette, who let out a frantic shriek.
    “Okay. I’m…a little turned on, I guess.”
    “I can smell you, you know. I can smell your arousal across the room. You can’t hide anything from me. I know how hard your nipples are, how eager your pussy is. But since I can’t ask you to get naked for me and kneel down and let me fuck you, I’ll have to demand something else from you.”
    I tried to control my breathing. My inner passage pulsed like a beating heart. “What?”
    “I must require you to refrain from touching yourself, pleasing yourself, giving yourself any sort of satisfaction, no matter how tiny.”
    “ What ?”
    “It’s a simple order. And fully within our deal.” He flicked a button, which increased the speed of the dildo’s vibrations. Chantalette rocked and rolled as if she were riding a mechanical bull. A dick-riding cowgirl, that’s what she was.
    “It is, but…”
    “But what? A deal’s a deal, right?”
    “Yes, but…until when?”
    “That’s up to you.”
    Did it bother Chantalette that we were having such an in-depth discussion while she closed in on her orgasm? If she even heard us over her groans and cries. She was kind of in a world of her own at the moment.
    “Up to me how?”
    “You set the terms of the deal. You can un-set them.” And with that, he moved the dildo and sent Chantalette rocketing over the edge. The power Ethan had over her responses took my breath away. Every time it seemed her ride was ending, he’d twist the dildo or make some other micro-adjustment and off she’d go again. Her orgasm went on and on as I watched, arms folded, pussy burning.
    Finally it was over. He removed the dildo from her body, untied her hands and took off her blindfold. Tenderly, he helped her into a