The conference room was empty… silent… but Janelle's body screamed.
She was on her knees like a good little pet, breathing fast, heart punching her ribs. The toy inside her had been on low, slow pulses for ten full minutes now.
Ten minutes of nothing but waiting.
Every time she shifted, the sensation changed. When she moved her thighs, it slid deeper. When she breathed too hard, it trembled with her.
Mirabel kept her waiting.
On purpose.
The door finally opened with a soft creak.
Janelle looked up. Her boss walked in with a clipboard and a bottle of water cool, unbothered, glowing with confidence.
"You're early," she said without looking at her. "Impressive."
Janelle didn't speak. She didn't dare.
Mirabel set the clipboard down and leaned against the table, her heel casually nudging Janelle's thigh.
"You've been such a good girl, haven't you?"
A small nod.
"Did anyone talk to you?"
Janelle hesitated. "H-Henry… brought files."
That was a mistake.
Mirabel's eyes narrowed… and she smiled like a lioness. She lifted the remote in her hand and pressed a button.
Click.
Janelle's body jolted. The toy inside her buzzed hard for three full seconds before stopping again leaving her panting, her thighs shaking.
"That's what you get for letting another man look at you while my toy is buried inside your perfect little cunt."
Janelle whimpered.
"Oh? That made you wetter, didn't it?" Mirabel crouched, her face just inches from Janelle's. "You liked that I saw you. You wanted me to watch."
"I… I didn't " her voice cracked.
"Shhh."
Mirabel touched her chin, making her stare up. "Tonight, I'll remind you who you belong to. But for now" she stood up, flipping the remote again.
Click.
Click.
Click.
The toy pulsed in a steady, torturous rhythm, each buzz pushing her closer to that dangerous edge… that place where she'd fall apart.
"You'll attend the 4PM staff meeting," Mirabel said calmly, writing something on her clipboard. "You'll sit across from me. Keep your legs open under the table. Keep your eyes down. Don't speak unless I tell you to."
Janelle's legs trembled as the buzzing continued.
"And if you cum without permission…"
She leaned in close, whispering into her ear.
"I'll make you sit on my lap for the rest of the day naked."
Buzz… buzz…
Janelle bit her tongue and nodded, nearly shaking.
Mirabel kissed her forehead softly so gentle, too gentle for how wicked her smile was.
"Good girl."
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To be continued