Clark, Rachel - Alicia's Awakening (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Clark

still standing in my office with my soon-to-be-contracted-Dom’s fingers pushed up into my pussy without complaining is doubly surprising. He smiles when he realizes what I’ve just noticed and thrusts his fingers in and out of me until my knees are wobbling.
    “Good girl,” he says as he finally removes his fingers. Just when I think I’m in the clear, he passes something from one hand to the other and quickly pushes it past my pussy lips.
    “What was that?” I exclaim in shock. Whatever it is, it’s still inside me even as he moves away. He smiles, arranges my underwear and skirt back into place, and then steps back and looks at his glistening fingers.
    “Taste,” he orders as he presses his finger to my lips. Still stunned by what just happened, I open my mouth obediently, quite surprised by the flavor.
    “Back to work with you now. I’ll pick you up in”—he glances at my clock—“forty-seven minutes.”
    I glance down at my pussy as if I can somehow see inside my body and figure out what he put in there. I nearly scream out when it starts to vibrate. I slam both hands over my mouth and try to muffle the startled yelp. Doug just grins, holds up a little remote control, and thumbs the button off.
    “Be a good girl and I’ll let you come when we get home.” I nod my head. I’m all for that. I have no idea how I’m going to get through the next forty-six minutes and fifteen seconds, but I definitely plan to be good. He turns away as if to leave but then spins around as if he’s forgotten something. He moves back to me, lifts my skirt, and drags my underwear to my ankles. He lifts my feet one at a time before grabbing the material and tucking my panties into the inside pocket on his jacket.
    “Punishment,” he whispers as he puts my skirt and top back into place, “for speaking without permission. Don’t let the vibrating egg fall out.” I give him a pleading look. How the hell am I going to keep that vibrating thing inside me for the next forty-five minutes plus travel time?
    I’m ready to argue with him—in this state an excited exclamation isn’t admissible in a court of law, so “what was that?” should be exempt here as well—but he grins, and I realize he’s waiting for me to break the rule again by speaking without permission. Considering what the punishment might be for a second infraction—and how little clothing I have on, damn you, summer heat wave—I decide to err on the side of caution. He clearly reads the capitulation in my eyes.
    “Good girl,” he says with a tap of his finger on my nose. “I’ll just go sit in the waiting room.”
    I shake my head and lift my bag from the bottom drawer. We can go now. The boss won’t mind me skipping out early. Fuck, considering how much unpaid overtime I do, he wouldn’t want to complain. Doug laughs at my charades-style communication.
    He glances at his watch as if he might be considering my offer, but then gives me a wicked grin.
    “I’ll see you in forty-three minutes.”
    I want to rant. I want to yell. I want to put my foot down and demand we go home right now.
    But the vibration in my pussy and his dark chuckle stops any protest.
    And I thought time was dragging before.
    Fuck.

    * * * *

    Doug sat in the waiting room reading a book on his e-reader, occasionally thumbing the vibrating egg on and off. By the time six o’clock came around, the annoyance in his sub’s eyes was quite entertaining. She flashed him a glare as she tried to step casually into the main area. Apparently her secretary knew her well enough to quickly wish her a nice vacation and not hang around to make any small talk.
    “Six o’clock already?” he asked, glancing at his watch. “That went fast.”
    He could see the incredulity in her eyes, but she retained enough control not to speak.
    “Are you ready to start a brand-new life?”
    She rolled her eyes again and rubbed her legs together restlessly. Apparently she already felt she’d started her new