The office lights flickered above the conference room, casting soft glows on freshly polished surfaces. Laughter rose in bursts. The team was relaxed. The meeting had gone well.
Too well.
Because she was there Sasha.
Blonde, long-limbed, with a flirtatious smile that lingered a second too long on Janelle.
She had leaned close to whisper something, lips grazing Janelle's ear. Something harmless, maybe. But Janelle's breath hitched. Her cheeks flushed. And that… that was all Mirabel needed to see.
From her place at the head of the table, Mirabel watched silently. Cold. Sharp. Possessive.
She didn't speak during the exchange. Not a word. But Janelle felt her eyes burning into her skin, reading her every twitch.
After the meeting, Janelle barely made it to her desk before her phone buzzed.
Mirabel: My office. Now.
No emojis. No explanation.
Janelle's knees wobbled as she stood. She knew that tone. That tight, clipped command. She felt the weight of it between her thighs.
She knocked once before entering, heart in her throat.
Mirabel didn't look up from her desk.
"Lock the door," she said quietly.
Click.
"Sit."
There was only one chair. A velvet one. Deep red. Soft. Dangerous. The Punishment Chair. Janelle had been here before, but never like this.
She sat. Carefully.
Mirabel rose and walked over. Calm. Controlled. She reached into her drawer and pulled out. a small black remote.
Janelle's breath caught.
Her legs clamped together instantly.
Because she remembered what she wore beneath her skirt the vibrating plug Mirabel had slipped in earlier that morning during her so-called "wardrobe check." It had been silent all day. Forgotten.
Until now.
"You liked her," Mirabel said coldly, clicking the remote once.
Janelle's mouth opened, but all that came out was a soft gasp as the toy inside her buzzed to life slow, gentle waves pulsing deep in her core.
"N-No. She was just"
Click.
A higher setting.
"Laughing at her jokes. Blushing when she touched you. Are you that easy, Janelle?"
Mirabel walked around her, heels clicking slowly. Circling. Her voice was a soft purr behind her. "She couldn't even make you wet if she tried. But look at you now. Dripping. For me."
Another click.
Janelle whimpered, thighs trembling. Her back arched involuntarily, fingers gripping the arms of the chair.
"I-I didn't. I wasn't "
"Oh, but you were. You liked her attention." Mirabel leaned in, lips ghosting over Janelle's ear. "Maybe I should invite her in here next. Let her see how pathetic you look when you're begging."
"I'm not begging"
Click. Highest setting.
Janelle cried out, body shaking, panting hard now. Her eyes were glossy, pupils blown. Her entire body was clenching around the toy. Teetering.
"You want to come, don't you?"
Janelle nodded desperately.
"You don't get to," Mirabel hissed, pulling the remote away and turning the toy off.
Silence.
No sound but Janelle's ragged breathing and the thick, hot air between them.
"Keep it in," Mirabel said. "And don't you dare touch yourself."
She leaned down, kissed her lips slow, deep, owning then pulled away with a smirk.
"Now go back to your desk. And smile. You wanted her attention? You'll wear mine instead."
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To be continued