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  Opal Carew

  Can she find happiness in the arms of a man she doesn't love?

  Feeling lost and abandoned by the man she loves, Sylvia tries to bond with her new Master, Mr. King. Sylvia will do anything to please him as he dominates her with a strong hand—commanding her, disciplining her, even sharing her with his business partners—just like Mr. Grant did. Mr. King fulfils her every fantasy. But unlike Mr. Grant, he cherishes her, and shows her the love she craves. She truly wishes she could give him what he wants. Her love. But she knows in her heart, she will never stop loving Mr. Grant.

  5 Stars!

  Very well written, makes you feel as if you could be one of the characters in this story. I like how they don't cut her any slack and make her fantasy come true with a bang.

  Annette

  5 Stars!

  Totally HOT and sexy!

  I loved it. Where were my friends like this when I was single? Holy mother! I hope there's a sequel. I want to see how it works out with the big boss. :)

  Slinkydennis

  4 Stars!

  Exciting and Intriguing

  Exciting and intriguing book, as always kept the sizzle throughout the whole novel. I could not put the book down till I finished reading it all.

  Leslie

  The Office Slave

  #5: Please, Master

  Copyright 2016 Opal Carew

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  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this story are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  First edition: February 2016

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  To Marissa

  XOX

  Opal Carew

  Mr. Grant stared at the phone, his stomach so tight he thought it had turned to rock.

  Instead of hanging up, King had put the phone on speaker, so Mr. Grant would hear him fucking Sylvia. His gut had turned inside out when he’d heard her call King by his first name. Then when she’d said she loved him…

  Fuck!

  But he wasn’t so sure. She might have convinced herself she loved him, especially to make her situation more palatable, or maybe King had commanded her. Maybe he wanted her love so much, he had her say it so he could convince himself it was true.

  But Mr. Grant was sure Sylvia’s heart was still his.

  And he’d thrown it away. God, he was a fucking fool.

  Sylvia was the best thing that had ever happened to him and his desire to keep a distance… to keep his heart unencumbered… had totally backfired. Because he knew now that he couldn’t live without her.

  Fuck, he had to find a way to get her back.

  Sylvia’s heart ached as she lay in bed, Mr. King’s arms around her. She stared into the darkness, wishing it was Mr. Grant who held her close.

  Wishing it was Mr. Grant who loved her.

  How had she wound up in this position? In the arms of a man who loved her, but whose love she didn’t return? He knew it. Even though he asked her to tell him the words. It wasn’t a command, it was a request, but she was sure he thought if she said it enough, that it would eventually be true.

  Mr. King loved her, and she loved Mr. Grant. But Mr. Grant had sold her to Mr. King. For her own good, he’d said. He knew she loved him and he would never return her love, so he sold her to a man who would care for her, and dominate her.

  But she didn’t imagine Mr. Grant would have believed Mr. King would fall in love with her.

  She sighed and Mr. King’s arms tightened around her.

  “You’re not sleeping,” he murmured against her ear, his breath sending tendrils of her hair dancing across her cheek.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, Master.”

  “Not at all. I’m just wondering what you’re thinking about.”

  “Nothing important.”

  He rolled her back toward him and stared at her, his blue eyes barely visible in the soft moonlight.

  “Are you thinking about Mr. Grant?”

  She tried not to give herself away… tried not to let her body stiffen… but what gave her away was the tear shimmering in her eye.

  He wiped it away, then kissed her sweetly. “I wish you were happy here. I wish being here with me was enough for you.” He spoke quietly, but the edge of pain in his words bit through her.

  She stroked his raspy cheek. “You are, Master. You take care of me. You do everything you can to make me happy.”

  “And I love you. But you don’t love me. And there seems to be nothing I can do to change that.”

  She hooked her fingers around his neck and drew his face to hers, then kissed him. Sweetly. With a poignancy that filled her heart with sorrow.

  “But I do love you,” she lied.

  He smiled and stroked her cheek, his touch gentle and full of love.

  “If only I could believe you.”

  Sylvia turned off the water and opened the glass door of the shower.

  “Good morning.” Mr. King watched, his gaze gliding over her wet, naked body, as she stepped out and wrapped a towel around her wet hair.

  “Good morning, Sir. I'm sorry I slept in. I'll be ready in fifteen minutes.”

  She'd woken up alone in the bed to the smell of fresh brewed coffee. When she'd seen it was almost eight fifteen, she'd leaped from the bed and raced for the shower. They usually left for the office at eight thirty.

  He shook his head. “No need to rush. You won't be coming into the office with me today.”

  He picked up a fluffy bath sheet and started to pat her wet shoulders.

  “I won't? Have I done something wrong?”

  She loved working as his personal assistant. She fulfilled his needs, and those of his handsome partners, Mr. Connor and Mr. Sayed. They would call her into their offices at any time during the day so they could command her to please them. Often with two, or even all three of them at the same time.

  She also enjoyed being in the office. Helping them with reports, phone calls, and various tasks. She loved feeling useful.

  The thick towel brushed over her breasts. Her nipples were already swollen from the coolness of the air compared to the steamy shower stall, but the friction of the terry cloth made them ache for his touch.

  He smiled. “You did nothing wrong. I'm not punishing you. I just wanted to do something different today.”

  He dried down her stomach, then tucked the towel between her legs and thoroughly dried her there. Though the feel of his fingers stroking over her through the thick fabric generated a wetness of another kind.

  He continued drying down her legs. Crouched in front of her, he stared at her naked pussy. His lips brushed her stomach, then he pressed a hand over her mound. When she felt his fingers glide over her fleshy folds, she murmured softly. Then his finger pressed inside and he stroked. He leaned forward and licked her, then pressed his tongue tight to her clit.

  She forked her fingers through his thick hair. “Oh, Mr. King. That feels so good.”

  He chuckled against her, the rumbling sound sending quivers through her.

  “You've distracted me.” He stroked his hand possessively over her stomach, then stood up and took her hand. “Come with me.”

  He led her out the door to th
e bedroom, her wearing only the towel on her head. He picked up a black box from the dresser and opened it. Inside, was a soft pink, bullet shaped vibrator.

  “I want you to wear this today.” He pulled it from the cushioning. “Sit on the bed and I'll help you with it.”

  She sat on the edge of the high bed as instructed and opened her legs. He knelt in front of her, then stroked her already slick flesh. He pressed the end of the vibrator to her opening, then eased it inside. He pushed it with his fingers until he had it positioned comfortably.

  “Does that feel okay?” he asked.

  She could feel it in there, and squeezed her muscles around it.

  “Yes, it's fine.”

  “Good. Now let me show you something.”

  He stood up and pulled his phone from his pocket, then tapped on it. Her eyes widened as the vibrator began to move inside her. Just a light buzz.

  He tapped again, and it vibrated faster.

  “You're controlling it with your phone?”

  “That's right. And I can do it from anywhere in the world.”

  He made it go faster still and she quivered at the pleasure.

  He tapped again and the device stopped. She drew in a deep breath.

  “Every hour, on the half hour, I want you to go to my den.” He took her hand and drew her to her feet, then led her down the hall and into a room with wood paneling, a large desk, a leather sofa, and a leather chair directly across from the desk.

  “You'll sit on that chair and face the computer. You'll open your legs and rest them over the armrests and stay there for at least ten minutes. I have the webcam centered on it and I'll be watching you from my office. During that time, I want you to show me how you'd like me to be touching you if I was here. You can tell me what you want, too. I'll be able to both see you and hear you. You can do anything you want to achieve that goal. But you mustn't come. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Once Mr. King had left for the office, Sylvia dried her hair and combed it out, then went into the kitchen and poured a mug of coffee. She hadn't bothered to dress. She filled a bowl with cereal and milk and sat down at the table. Once she was done, she washed the dishes, keeping an eye on the clock. Nine twenty.

  She dried her hands and hurried to the den. She sat down, waiting. Soon it would be nine thirty. Her inside passage contracted at the thought, squeezing around the bullet inside her.

  She hooked her knees over the armrests as he'd instructed, opening her legs wide. Exposing her naked pussy.

  She watched the clock and at exactly nine-thirty she glanced at the webcam, which was perched on top of the computer monitor. A blue light turned on.

  She felt a little self-conscious. She was alone in the room and he might be watching her, but she didn't know for sure. Maybe the camera had come on based on a timer, not because he was there. Maybe he was at a meeting. Or didn't realize the time.

  She jumped as a vibration started inside her. Her gaze darted back to the webcam.

  He was there. Watching her.

  The vibration stopped.

  He wanted her to show him how she'd like to be touched by him if he were here. She cupped her breasts and lifted them. Then she teased one nipple with her fingertips. Stroking it. Sending need quivering through her.

  Imagining his fingers brushing over her.

  A tingle started low in her belly. Then the vibrator quivered inside her. Slowly at first, then it increased. Her head dropped back on the chair and she arched her body, the tremors inside her sending pleasure fluttering through her.

  She stroked down her stomach and found her clit, then stroked it lightly. The vibrations increased more and she arched again.

  “Mr. King. You're making me so hot.”

  Pleasure rippled through her and she toyed with her clit, stroking it more firmly. Increasing in speed.

  “Oh, I'm getting so close.” In fact, she had to fight back the waves of arousal.

  The vibrator slowed and she relaxed a little. Was Mr. King holding his hard cock in his hand? Was he stroking it?

  She pinched her nipple between her fingers while her other hand tweaked her clit. The vibrator sped up again.

  She stared at the camera. “Mr. King, that feels so good.” Her voice was breathless with need. She arched her hips, wanting so bad to come, but he had forbidden it.

  Then the vibrator stopped. She pulsed faster on her clit, then pushed her finger inside a little.

  When the vibrator didn't start again, she glanced at the clock. It was nine forty-one. She looked at the webcam and the light was off.

  She slumped on the chair and rested for a few minutes, then got up on wobbly legs.

  She made the bed, then tidied up a little, but she couldn't stop glancing at the clock. By ten twenty, she was sitting in the chair, her legs spread wide. Waiting.

  At ten thirty, the webcam light came on and she smiled.

  “Hello, Mr. King. I've missed you. If you were here right now, I would love to take out your big, hard cock and suck on it.” She stroked her breasts, then pinched the nipples. “I hope you're hard right now. I can just imagine you stroking your thick cock while you watch me.”

  She pressed her finger to her lips, then drew it inside her mouth. She sucked on it, her cheeks hollowing, then moved it slowly in and out. He rewarded her by turning on the little vibrator, sending pleasurable tremors through her.

  “Oh, thank you, Mr. King. It's like you're touching me inside my hot, wet passage right now.”

  He turned it up and she moaned.

  “Ohhh, I wish I could come, but I know you don't want me to, so I'm being a good girl.” She arched her hips. “But it's so hard.”

  She stroked over her wet slit, arching and opening her legs even wider for him.

  “If you were here right now, I'd beg you to fuck me.”

  He set the device on a pulsing vibrate and she cried out. Pleasure quivered through her and she had to fight hard to resist the urge to let go and fly over the edge.

  “Oh, God, Mr. King, it's so hard not to… Ohhh…”

  The vibrator slowed, still on a mild pulse. She sighed. Then it stopped pulsing, now on a gentle vibrate.

  Then it went off and she realized time was up.

  Mr. King ended the afternoon meeting early. A few of his managers were disconcerted because there were things that still needed to be covered, but he was the boss and therefore called the shots. It was almost two thirty and he needed to be back in his office for his ten minutes watching Sylvia.

  Needed was an understatement. The woman had been teasing him to insanity every hour. He could not miss even one opportunity to watch her entice him. He had considered calling Sean and Gabe in to watch this morning, but he'd quickly realized he did not want to share this with anyone else.

  Lia in accounting approached him in the hallway as he rushed to his office. “Mr. King, may I have a minute?”

  “Not now, Lia. Whatever it is, take it up with Mr. Connor.” He continued past her, then down the hall to the executive offices. He closed his door behind him and sat in his chair. He flicked the camera on immediately, even though there were still a couple of minutes to go.

  His breath caught at the sight of her already there, her legs spread for him. He watched as she bit her lip, glancing around the room. Waiting impatiently.

  He turned on the vibrator.

  She sucked in a breath, then glanced at the camera and smiled.

  “Hello again, Mr. King. I've been waiting for you.”

  He watched her fingers glide over her hard, distended nipples, hunger building in him.

  “I'm still turned on from last time. I so desperately want to come.”

  She pinched her nipples and he wished he could feel those hard nubs between his own fingertips.

  He turned up the vibrator, then put it on pulse.

  “Oh, Mr. King.” Her eyelids drooped closed and her head fell back. “That feels sooo good.”

  He stared at
her naked, glistening pussy, his cock throbbing.

  “Are you touching yourself while you watch me, Mr. King? Holding your thick cock in your hand?” She ran her hand down her stomach. “Stroking it?”

  Fuck. He unzipped and pulled out his cock. It pulsed in his hand. He stroked it, longing to push it inside her exposed slit.

  She arched and moaned and he squeezed his cock, answering with his own moan. Fuck, he could come right now.

  He slowed the vibrator.

  He knew he didn't have to follow the rules he'd set for her—he could come if he wanted to—but if he held back now, it would be all the sweeter when he got home and thrust deep into her sweet, hot body.

  The timer on his cell went off, telling him the time was over, but he didn't want to stop watching her. He pushed the button to make the bullet pulse faster inside her, watching her eyes widen.

  “Oh, God, Mr. King. I don't think I can...” She moaned and he was sure she was going to go over the edge, but somehow she sucked in air and breathed through it.

  He turned off the vibrator. She collapsed on the chair, staring at the ceiling, panting. He watched her a moment longer, wishing he was there right now.

  Fuck, he couldn't help himself. He turned the vibrator on full speed, and pulsing.

  “Oh, Mr. King. I want you so bad.” The desperation in her voice triggered a need in him so deep, it was irresistible.

  Sylvia lay in a boneless mass on the chair, unable to move. She was so turned on, she wasn't sure she could breathe without coming.

  So she just lay there. Waiting for the next time the blue light came on.

  After about twenty minutes, she stroked her breasts lightly, anticipating her next session with Mr. King. The time passed slowly and she dozed, dreaming of Mr. King walking into the room. Stroking her body. His fingers gliding between her legs.

  She started awake and glanced at the clock. Oh, my God, it's three forty-five. I've missed it.

  Mr. King would be angry with her. He would surely punish her, which made her tingle with anticipation. But the real punishment was that she would have to wait close to another hour before Mr. King would watch her again.