The Waiting Game

Emma’s heart raced as she stepped into Sterling Ventures the next morning, her body already humming with anticipation for her “breaking in” and the punishment Mr. Alexander had promised. She’d spent the night consumed by fantasies, her pussy aching as she prepared for the day. The schedule dictated her outfit: crotchless black lace panties, a tight miniskirt that barely covered her ass, and a figure-hugging top that clung to her curves. No bra, as instructed, leaving her nipples hard and poking through the thin fabric, her arousal impossible to hide. Every step sent a jolt through her, the open crotch of her panties exposing her slick folds to the cool air, her miniskirt teasing the tops of her thighs.

At the reception desk, Lila looked up, her dark curls framing a sultry smile as her eyes raked over Emma’s body, lingering on her erect nipples and the scandalously short skirt. “Well, damn, Emma,” Lila purred, her voice thick with approval. “You’re following the schedule like you were born for it.” Her gaze was a caress, and Emma felt a fresh wave of heat pool between her legs, her pussy already wet with anticipation.

“Thanks, Lila,” Emma said, her voice low and confident, though her cheeks flushed under the scrutiny. The office was eerily quiet, no other employees in sight, the silence amplifying her nervous excitement. She nodded to Lila and headed to Mr. Alexander’s cabin, her heels clicking against the marble floor, each step a reminder of the crotchless panties and her exposed, aching core.

Pushing open the cabin door, Emma found it empty—Mr. Alexander wasn’t there. The room was bathed in morning light, the massive desk and leather chair a stark reminder of yesterday’s intensity. Her desk sat in the corner, and as she approached, her breath caught. Propped upright on her chair was a thick, sleek dildo, its black silicone gleaming under the light. No note, no instructions, but its presence was a challenge, a test of her commitment to the office’s culture.

Emma’s pussy clenched, her arousal spiking at the sight. No one had told her to use it, but the implication was clear—this was part of her breaking in, a silent command from Mr. Alexander. She wasn’t backing down, not now. She was all in, ready to prove herself, to climb the hierarchy with every bold move. With a shaky breath, she hiked up her miniskirt, the crotchless panties leaving her wet folds fully exposed. She positioned herself over the chair, the dildo’s tip brushing her entrance, and slowly lowered herself.

The dildo slid into her slick pussy with ease, stretching her, filling her, a low moan escaping her lips as she settled onto the chair. The sensation was overwhelming, her walls gripping the toy, her clit throbbing against the base. Her nipples strained harder against her top, the fabric teasing the sensitive peaks. She adjusted her position, the dildo shifting inside her, sending sparks of pleasure through her with every subtle movement.

Emma **** herself to focus, opening her laptop and starting her work—emails, schedules, routine tasks—while the dildo remained buried inside her. Each keystroke, each shift in her seat, drove the toy deeper, her pussy dripping around it, soaking the chair. Her body screamed for release, but she held back, her mind fixed on Mr. Alexander’s arrival, the punishment, the breaking in. She imagined his gray eyes, his commanding presence, the way he’d look at her, impaled on the dildo, ready for whatever he demanded. The anticipation was ****, her arousal a constant pulse, her panties useless against the slickness coating her thighs.

She worked, waited, and burned, the cabin silent except for her quickened breaths, her body a live wire for what was to come.