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  NaughtyKitten: I love being used.

  D: You’re still wet, aren’t you?

  NaughtyKitten: Yes. And I’m greedy for more.

  D: You’re even more perfect than I thought.

  Perfect? What does he mean? Does he intend to make this into more than a one-time thing? God, I hope so, even though it goes against unofficial chat rules …

  D: I’m rubbing my cock right now … watching you play with yourself. Does that turn you on?

  NaughtyKitten: Fuck, yes. I want to see.

  D: If you’re naughty enough, I might show it to you.

  NaughtyKitten: I’ll do anything. Just give it to me.

  D: Anything?

  NaughtyKitten: Yes.

  D: Then let’s make this a rain check.

  I suck in a breath and pause. Where is he going with this?

  NaughtyKitten: ??

  D: Next time you log on, you contact me. We’ll see how much you want to see this.

  NaughtyKitten: Next time?

  D: Do you work?

  NaughtyKitten: Yes. But we’re not supposed to talk about that.

  This is so strange … I’ve never talked with a guy who wants to do this again. Also, it’s not advised because it could put members in jeopardy if they keep in contact. Yet I can’t stop talking to him. I want more. I want so much more.

  D: Right, but do you have a lunch break?

  NaughtyKitten: Yes. Twelve thirty, every day.

  God, I’m so easy. Too easy.

  D: Good.

  D: Monday. Twelve thirty. Same names. Same outfit. And bring a dildo or a vibrator.

  NaughtyKitten: But I’m wearing inappropriate stuff. And a dildo? At work?

  D: You will wear this and bring the dildo because I want you to.

  NaughtyKitten: But …

  D: Humiliation, remember? It’s in your profile.

  Well, he isn’t wrong. I just don’t know if I can do it.

  D: Do what I want, and I’ll give it to you. Every … inch.

  Oh, God… Just the thought makes me drool.

  But before I can even say yes or no, he’s already closed the chat and gone offline.

  Chapter 2

  Declan

  Scrolling through my phone, I take a sip of my coffee. I can’t stop looking at the video of her fingering herself. This kitten is naughty, all right …

  She agreed so easily to everything I asked of her. With a snap of a finger or a stern command, I could make her do anything I wanted.

  It’s as if she was waiting for me and me alone.

  I wonder how far she’ll go and how far I’m willing to take this. Because it’s so goddamn exciting. I can’t even stop staring at her sweet, wet pussy, getting my cock rock hard in my pants.

  “Declan?”

  I immediately gaze up in the direction of the voice and will my cock back down. “Hmm?”

  My boss and several other employees are all staring at me. For a moment there, I completely forgot I was in a meeting. Oh, well. Guess her pussy will have to come later. Literally.

  “Yes?” I reply, clearing my throat.

  “Your plan? Is it ready to go?” my boss asks.

  “Yes,” I say, nodding. “I’m working on the final details, but everything’s set to go.”

  “So the event can be announced?” Sarah asks, tapping her pencil on her notepad.

  “Yes.” I tap my phone and send my co-workers the email I’ve prepared. “Check your inbox. I’ve sent you all the details concerning the theme and setting. My department has worked hard to provide our clients with the best experience.”

  “Great,” my boss says. “I don’t need to know the exact details. Just get it done.” He gets up from his chair with his coffee and laptop in his hands and says, “That’s all.”

  Everyone gets up after he’s left the room, and we shake hands and agree on our meeting. It’s a busy week, but I’m used to it. Here at Hotel O, business is booming, and my job is to make sure that everything goes according to plan.

  “Thanks, Declan,” Sarah says. “I appreciate the update.”

  “Yeah, no problem. You still good to go with the marketing?”

  She nods. “I’ve got everything set up to go out to our regular clients today.”

  “Great. If you need any help, you know where to find me.” I wink and drink the last drops of my coffee before getting up.

  She briefly touches my arm. “You know you can always ask me for help too, right? I know it can get busy.” She smiles, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I just wanted you to know. In case things get too hectic.”

  I smile back, but I’m way too distracted to even keep that in mind. “Of course.”

  “Okay,” she mutters as I turn around and start scrolling through my phone again.

  “See you next Monday!” she calls. She’s been trying to get my attention for a while now, but I’m not interested in dating co-workers. Nothing personal. I just like to keep things strictly business.

  So I just raise my hand and wave as I leave the room. My eyes refuse to leave my phone. That’s how obsessed I am with the images in front of me, the screenshots I took of her video.

  What? She sent it to me; she should know that could happen.

  But I’m not an asshole. I’ll take good care of them, and I won’t ever share them. Unless she likes that sort of thing. Maybe I’ll ask … or not.

  It doesn’t really matter anyway. Our play is only for a limited time. As long as it’s fun, I’ll let it continue, but I can’t let it go too far. This job requires a hundred percent of my attention. I don’t have time for relationships, nor am I interested in them. Relationships only make things difficult, and I’m not interested in losing my job over a bit of sex.

  That’s why I’m only looking for quick hookups that are mutually beneficial. Steamy encounters enough to satiate me. And I don’t ever stray off that path.

  I have three strict rules when it comes to girls like NaughtyKitten.

  One: Never expose your real identity.

  Two: Don’t hook up more than once.

  Three: Cut it off before she falls in love.

  The company I work for employs these same rules when it comes to protecting its clients.

  Following these guidelines has kept me and the company safe from exposure to the public. After all … exclusivity and privacy are key to Hotel O’s success. And I intend to maintain those at top level.

  But right now, I need some private time.

  I go down with the elevator, walk into my office on the second floor, and sit down behind my desk. I zip down my pants and pull it down far enough to expose myself while I watch her video once again. I’m quickly hard enough and take a picture of my cock.

  I take out my laptop and check the time while starting the chat. Perfect.

  When I get online, I type in the exact details as before and wait until she’s online.

  The moment her name pops online, she immediately begins a conversation with me.

  NaughtyKitten: I’m here.

  D: So it seems. And on time too. Well done.

  NaughtyKitten: It took some effort, but I got it done.

  D: I don’t have to know the specifics. I just want you to do exactly as I ask.

  NaughtyKitten: And what is it that you want, exactly?

  I grin at the thought of all the fun we’re going to have. Her showing me her pussy was merely the start. I can’t wait to see where this will go.

  Kat

  D: I promised you something …

  I raise a brow. Does this mean what I think it means?

  Before I can reply, he’s already sent me a picture. And holy fucking shit … I have to do a double take. That is one big, juicy dick. My mouth waters just from looking at it.

  NaughtyKitten: I’m licking my lips right now.

  D: Good. Keep them wet. I want an up-close picture later.

  Hmm … that depends on whether he delivers. If he’s not gonna send me a video of
him jerking off, then I might not even comply.

  After all, I’m naughty, and a naughty kitten sometimes likes to break the rules if she’s not getting her fill.

  D: Brought the dildo?

  NaughtyKitten: Yes! And it has a suction cup at the bottom.

  D: Send me a picture of you holding it next to your breasts.

  I roll my eyes. Of course, he’d think I lie, but where’s the fun in that? I like the excitement of doing something totally irresponsible and immoral. I mean, I’m literally sexting with a stranger in my office. It can’t get more indecent than that.

  But I do what he asks anyway. I remove the jacket I’d layered on top and take the dildo from my purse, holding it close to my boobs while one of my nipples peeks out … just for fun. Then I send it to him.

  D: Good girl.

  Seconds later, another image pops up. In this one, he’s holding his dick with both hands. It’s firm and long and very much erect … only after staring at it for a while do I notice the watch on his wrist. It shows today’s date and time. So it’s really him.

  Well, fuck. Well-endowed isn’t even adequate to describe him. I’m honestly flabbergasted.

  NaughtyKitten: Nice.

  D: There’s more for you if you play nice.

  NaughtyKitten: What do you want me to do?

  D: Take off your panties. Play with yourself for a while. Use the picture I sent you to warm up.

  I bite my lip as I pull down my panties from underneath my skirt and tuck them in my purse. I’m already warm and wet down below just from thinking about this all day. During breakfast, my first cup of coffee, driving to work, talking with co-workers … I couldn’t get him off my mind. Hell, I even dreamed about him last night. That’s how horny I am. Literally all the time. And I’ve finally found the proper man to take care of it.

  I giggle as I take a picture of my wet fingers and send it to him.

  NaughtyKitten: What now?

  D: I want you on the edge. Push the dildo into your pussy. Make it nice and wet. Film it going all the way in.

  Blushing, I pick up my phone and press the video button on my camera as I push the dildo inside, thrusting it in and out my pussy until I’m scorching hot. I imagine it’s his huge dick entering me, and oh God …

  I’m almost ready to climax.

  Instead, I type again.

  NaughtyKitten: Can I come?

  D: No.

  Well, fuck.

  D: Not yet, Kitten. Send me the video.

  NaughtyKitten: But I haven’t seen anything from you yet.

  It’s quiet for a few seconds.

  D: You do what I say, not the other way around.

  I sigh. So much for a good jerk-off vid.

  D: If you behave, I’ll send a video later.

  My heart immediately begins to jump up and down in my chest at the thought. Fuck, what a tease.

  NaughtyKitten: Fine.

  I open the site on my phone and send him the video I made and wait for his reply.

  D: Delectable.

  I raise a brow. Delectable? Who says that?

  Within seconds, I get something back. This time, it’s a video. I’m almost too scared to click it, but the temptation grows too strong after few seconds. And fuck me … is it good.

  He’s jerking off right in front of the camera, which is tilted down toward his crotch. I can’t see a face or a body … only a pair of pants and his hard dick hanging out as he rubs himself.

  Fuck me. I’d give my left kidney to have that inside me.

  D: There you go, Kitten. You make me hard. And your play makes me want to come all over you.

  NaughtyKitten: I’m drooling.

  D: Maybe I’ll let you lick it some time.

  NaughtyKitten: My tongue is waiting.

  Is that slutty? Whatever, I don’t even care. I’ll be his slut. It doesn’t matter anyway. It’s just sex, and sex is good.

  D: Now … stuff that dildo inside you. I want it deep, all the way to the base. Then put on your panties again.

  I narrow my eyes. What is he asking here? That I walk around with it?

  Still, I grasp my panties and shove the dildo deep inside until I feel it every time I move, and then I slide my panties back on.

  NaughtyKitten: I don’t understand why?

  D: Keep it in your pussy for the rest of the day.

  My eyes widen.

  NaughtyKitten: But I’m at work.

  D: So?

  Of course, he’d say that.

  I rub my lips together. If I protest, he’ll probably say the same thing as before—that this is what I asked for. Humiliation. And to be honest, I did. And I do like it. I’m just not sure how far I’m willing to take it.

  D: Doubting your own needs?

  NaughtyKitten: Maybe.

  D: Don’t. Just do it. Have fun.

  I take a deep breath and adjust in my seat. The dildo moves inside me, teasing all my senses. Fuck. I was supposed to do some work today. But with this thing inside me? No way that’s gonna work.

  D: Try to concentrate. Send me pics when you can. Every hour. I want to see if you can commit.

  NaughtyKitten: And what if I don’t?

  D: Oh … I know you will.

  A smirk spreads across my lips. This guy … God, this guy.

  D: Now, spread your pussy lips and rub your clit while you think of me. But don’t come.

  Fuck, he’s really going down and dirty this time. Still, I can’t resist shoving my hands down my panties and circling my clit.

  D: Can you feel the dick inside you? Imagine it’s me.

  NaughtyKitten: Oh yes, I want it.

  D: Turn on the camera. Show me and moan for me. I wanna hear you enjoy yourself.

  Fuck yes. I quickly grab my phone and hold it close to my panties as I turn on the camera, showing him the wetness pooling right in the fabric and my fingers going crazy down there.

  I know he can hear me.

  The video is live this time, and I don’t even care.

  All I want is for him to fuck me and make me come again and again. Fuck, that’d be nice.

  D: Stop.

  Well, fuck. I was this close to actually doing it even though I know he said I couldn’t.

  When I pull my fingers back, my clit is engorged and throbbing, and the dildo inside me feels so tight.

  But the picture he sends me when I turn off the live video is what makes me gasp.

  It’s a black napkin … covered in cum. His cum.

  I swallow down the lump in my throat.

  D: If you were here, I’d make you lick it … then shove it into your mouth and fuck you in the ass.

  NaughtyKitten: Oh my God … Yes, please.

  I immediately save the picture to my drive for keepsake in my secret treasure trove. Jesus, I’m going to come so hard to that image.

  Suddenly, someone jerks the door handle. I pull my fingers from my panties, aimlessly chuck the phone into my purse, and close my laptop quickly.

  “Kat, did you have those notes for—” Crystal busts into my office and immediately looks befuddled. “Sorry, did I interrupt something?”

  Fuck.

  Did I forget to lock my door? Why? Why the hell did I forget?

  A blush spreads on my cheeks as I try to hide the evidence, randomly picking up a cup of coffee, which was already empty, just to pretend to slurp, and a pen to tap on my notebook. “No, no, I was just … emailing.”

  She frowns, gazing around the room, clearly noticing the closed blinds.

  “I have a headache,” I explain, shrugging. “Happens.”

  “Oh yeah …” She smiles awkwardly, but I feel as if I just avoided a mother lode of trouble.

  She isn’t my boss, but I hate leaving bad impressions on fellow co-workers. And this would definitely get me into trouble.

  “The meeting’s about to begin. Do you have the notes?” she asks, approaching my desk.

  The moment I shift in my seat, the dildo moves inside me, and I fre
eze.

  “Are you okay?” she asks.

  “Yeah, yeah,” I reply, trying to play it cool by rubbing my back. “Aches. You know how it goes. That time of the month.” I roll my eyes.

  “Oh, I see. If you need anything, let me know.” She winks. “I’ve got plenty of spare pads.”

  “Ah no, I’m fine, thanks,” I mumble, cringing at the thought.

  I scan my desk and quickly grasp the notebook, tearing off the pages she needs. “Here.”

  “No, it’s fine. You can keep them. I only wanted to make sure you had them so we can actually show Ellen something.” She chuckles.

  I frown. Why would she even ask? Is this why she disturbed my awesome time with D for? For this?

  “Here. I insist,” I say, shoving them into her hands. “I don’t want them anyway.”

  “But they’re your notes …” she stammers.

  “I already know what I want and what I’m going to say,” I say. “Just take them. Maybe you can fill in Ellen while I take care of this … monthly thing.”

  “Okay, if you’re sure.” The chuckle she adds at the end gets on my nerves.

  Or maybe it’s because I was this fucking close to coming … and she ruined it all.

  She glances at her watch and then says, “Oh! Almost time. Gotta run. Grabbing some coffee on the way. Don’t be late!” She rushes out and slams the door shut behind her, leaving me in peace.

  I lower my head until it hits the desk, planting my face against the wood, groaning out loud.

  All I can think of is him and how I left our whole conversation hanging in thin air.

  And that I’ll have to wait the entire day until I’m home again before I can finally release this pent-up need.

  Great.

  Chapter 3

  Declan

  I stare at the screen and the two words in front of me.

  Chat ended.

  What? Did she really just …

  I sigh. I can’t believe she actually closed the goddamn chat.

  Did she get off when she wasn’t supposed to? Or did something happen?

  I make a fist. This wasn’t the deal. She was to do everything I told her. I never told her she was allowed to stop the chat when I wasn’t finished with her yet. And I definitely had more cum in store for her.