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perched precariously with a shin on each armrest, legs spread. I rested my wrists on the back of the chair. He lifted my skirt up to my waist.
    I’d never felt so naked before. So exposed.
    And why did it bother me that I couldn’t see him now? I couldn’t gaze into his gorgeous face or ogle his broad shoulders.
    His hand cupped my ass. “Now…what do you need, Tessa?”
    The air conditioner kicked on and the breeze tickled my exposed clit. “I need to come.”
    “Has my brother made you come?”
    “No.” But I hoped that wouldn’t prevent Dixon from doing so.
    His hand was on the move, tickling the light dusting of hair on my pussy lips. He circled around them twice, but didn’t touch the most sensitive areas.
    I tensed, waiting for something to happen, my thighs tight from trying to balance on the chair.
    He plunged a finger inside me.
    “Oh, God!” I cried, clutching the back of the chair for dear life. A few more like that and I’d be a goner.
    But he only thrust in three times, then slid his soaked finger from back to front across my clit.
    Ohhhh… that was even better. His finger swirled in gentle circles. I quivered as tiny pulses racked my body.
    “Who gets you wetter, Tessa? Me or my brother?”
    “You,” I murmured.
    He rewarded me with a little more pressure in the next swirl. My clit had never been so happy.
    “Whose punishments are more effective?”
    “Yours.”
    He moved his finger a little faster. He’d reached the perfect rhythm. The perfect pressure on my clit.
    “Who do you dream about fucking, Tessa?”
    “You,” I panted. “I want you to fuck me!”
    He cupped my ass. A finger from one hand slipped into my wet pussy, while the other hand moved in and continued the fast-paced circling on my clit.
    My shudders started immediately. Shockwaves tore through my body as I went into all-out convulsions. I lost control and slipped, falling on my knees into the chair, mid-orgasm.
    Dixon’s hands were gone, so I thrust my finger between my pussy lips, massaging my clit until every last pulse had subsided.
    As I huddled in a ball in his big desk chair, Dixon brought my blouse over and laid it across the armrest.
    “Where’s your bra?” he asked suddenly.
    My mind was still fogged. “What?”
    “Your bra? Where is it?”
    “Oh…your brother kept it.”
    Dixon walked out of the room and returned a moment later with my simple white bra, encased in a large plastic storage bag. He took it out and threw the baggie in the trash.
    I expected him to hand the bra to me, but he opened a desk drawer and placed it carefully inside.
    “Wow, six o’clock,” he said. “I have a dinner to get to.”
    Then I was alone.

 
     
    Chapter Five
     
    Wednesday morning, I could barely control my breathing as I hurried from the elevator to the front desk of Maddox Brothers Investments.
    Yesterday had been frustrating. My bosses had been in and out of the office all day, hardly looking in my direction. My body yearned to be punished…touched.
    And I realized that now, more than anything, I wanted Dixon to look deeply into my eyes and kiss me…then fuck me senseless.
    That hadn’t happened, and I’d given up hope of any more excitement for the week, since I knew they had meetings scheduled.
    But as he was about to leave for the day, Mason had paused, turned to me and said, “Wear black garter belts with hose from now on,” and left.
    And if that wasn’t enough, when Dixon was leaving a half-hour later, he handed me $100 and a card with an address on it.
    “Be there at seven tonight for a waxing,” he’d said.
    It turned out that he had indeed made an appointment for me and even specified the type of waxing I was to have.
    So there I was at my desk Wednesday morning, my crotch as bare as it could be, a black garter belt holding up my hose.
    Mason came in, and my body tensed in anticipation. Would he have time for a little punishment before his appointment? I wished I’d mis-stapled his contract