He pretends to

"Well, okay then. You mind if we have her on the desk?"

Diana shakes her head and the two of them lift you up and lay you on your back on Dave's desk. You give a cry of alarm, but their grip is secure and your weight well within their capabilities. Diana is stronger than she looks. She's also lighter than she looks, which is nice, because she immediately sits on your face, looking down towards Brady, who lifts your ankles and pushes them back over your head.

"You want it up the bum today, then, Jenna, right?"

You're in no position to reply, but he doesn't wait anyway, pressing into your nether passage without delay. You brace yourself for another intense buggering, but his tiny penis slides in and out with minimal resistance. You can definitely feel it and don't doubt he could make you cum if you both really tried right now, but you're in no danger of climaxing against your will.

Your workmate's intimate folds are becoming as familiar to you as yours apparently are to pretty much everybody now, but she's had several orgasms already this evening, so it's only to be expected that Brady finishes first. He is unusually quick, though. In different circumstances, you'd be rather disappointed, but under these, you're grateful.

"Thanks, Jenna. See ya."

With that, he's gone, but you still have an insatiable subordinate to pleasure. Now that it's just the two of you, she wants to take her time, grinding on your face one moment and moving away from your tongue when she gets too close. She plays with your nipples while she rides you and you would present quite a picture to anybody wandering by so late.

You lose track of time. As unhappy as you might be with Diana's relentless teasing, this moment is exactly the sort of thing you were hoping for when you took this route with the Rulebook, although something with your rules is not working quite as intended—making you lose your job by climaxing at work would seriously disturb your plans, after all. Maybe that would never have happened, though. Perhaps Diana and the others would only ever have teased you to the edge, over and over without relief.

You snap yourself out of that line of thinking. You're horny enough without your fantasies adding to the situation and you have a job to do. Diana may be the one sitting on your face, but in a way that puts you in charge, so you reach up and grab her hips to hold her in place while you start pleasuring her with renewed urgency. Very soon, you're rewarded with a screaming orgasm and gushing juices that drench your face and hair.

"Oh, gosh, Jenna," Diana slumps down on top of you, twitching as you gently explore her throbbing sex with the tip of your tongue, "that was one of the best ever. I'm starting to see the advantages of not cumming during work hours!"

She slides off the desk onto unsteady feet and helps you sit up. You've made a bit of a mess of the desk, but she offers to clean up while you get back to work and you're so late finishing that you agree. Although you wouldn't normally take advantage of an employee's willingness to stay after hours, tonight you think you've earned it.

The report is almost finished when she comes to perch on your desk once more, having freshened herself up in the bathroom as well as wiping down Dave's desk. For one dreadful moment, you think she intends to tease you again, but she makes no effort to touch you beyond idly tracing a finger over your breasts.

"You know it's no trouble for me to stop by your place on my way in to work to pick an outfit for you, Jenna, if you don't want to go naked every single day."

That sounds like a great solution and you open your mouth to agree, when a weird cautionary feeling runs down your spine and makes you stop to think. There must be a reason you've never come to this arrangement before and some instinct, maybe from the Rulebook, maybe your own intuition, tells you it would be a mistake to give your colleague so much power. There are worse things to wear than nothing at all, you're quite sure and as soon as you think this, a non-memory enters your head of having to crawl into an important meeting because somebody decided you should wear a set of bands strapping your calves to your thighs that day (and very little else).

"I appreciate the offer, Diana, but I don't think that would be appropriate when I'm your team leader. Sorry."

"I know, you've said that before, but the offer's always open. Well, I'll leave you to it. Bye, then, boss."

"Goodbye, Diana. See you in the morning."

You exchange a wave and she heads for the lift, whilst you try to finally finish your report. It only takes a few minutes, but you stop to read it over several times to make sure there are no glaring errors resulting from excessive horniness before submitting it. You sigh and stretch. It's been a long day and when you stand up, you realize you've left a bit of a mess on your chair, so you grab a few tissues to clean it up, rather than leave it for the cleaners. Then you call a lift for yourself, but when the doors open, you're surprised to see Brady Allgood there.

"Brady, what are you doing back?"

"I thought I'd stop by and see whether you wanted me to give you an orgasm after all. I know what you said earlier, but I know how you get when you're being teased and thought maybe you'd change your mind."

An orgasm does sound extremely good and unless you rescind one of your rules, you won't be able to give yourself one, but you don't want to give him the wrong signals and the idea of being denied the relief you crave is incredibly hot in its own way. You rapidly consider your options.