Free My Naughty Little Secret by Tara Finnegan Page B

“Oh, ok.” I said quietly. Was this my brush-off? And it was good enough for me, if truth be told.
    “So it’s tomorrow. And I’m cooking for you.”
    My initial reaction was thankfulness, but in a flash I realised that yet again, I wasn’t asked, I was told. Damn cheek. He set me in such a spin, there was excitement and resentment combined. I kept control of my temper this time.
    “And where do I come into this? Do I get a say? Do I even need to turn up?” I asked, my voice dripping with derision.
    “Nope, bring a change of clothes to work tomorrow. And you are going to pay for your little show of temper today too.”
    “Now how could I refuse an offer like that?” I sneered.
    “It’s no offer, it’s an order. Goodnight.” Oh, he had the measure of me all right. He must have thought long and hard about how to play it, because now I was weak at the knees. I’d be there, with a change of clothes, no mistake. I was fleetingly aware of my still-tingling behind and was secretly looking forward to more of the same. This was a new me. I didn’t recognise myself, but I was excited as hell. And it seemed that Michael relished his new role too. What beast had I unleashed?
     
    * * *
     
    Yet again, my extension rang as I was just coming through the door. This time I had no doubt it was Michael, as he had just seen me pass by his open door.
    “Good morning, Michael,” I said into the receiver.
    “Miss Brennan, it’s James, I’d like to see you about that industrial injury case. Can we say nine-thirty?”
    Fuck! Nooo! Was there no end to my humiliation? And this time I had no one to blame but myself.
    “Shove-on, James. Yes, I’ll be there.”
    Michael was standing inside my door laughing when I turned around.
    “So you wanted discretion…” he teased. Damn, he’d heard it too. He came over to me and spoke very quietly. “…I trust you brought a change of clothes? Now I think you know what’s coming later, so just to remind you, I want you to go to the ladies’, remove your panties, and give them to me.”
    “You must be joking. I can’t spend the day at work with no knickers.” I could feel the excitement mounting. I couldn’t—could I?
    “ Now , Siobhan, and bring them to my office. If you don’t, I’ll go twice as hard on you later. And for every minute you argue, there’s an extra ten smacks.”
    My knees were weak and my breathing was shallow and raspish. This was hot. I quickly scarpered off and did as I was told. I shut his door and handed them over. He fingered the soft cotton and his eyes lit in excitement. “Good girl,” he praised, kissing me hard, like the first day. I was trembling.
    “Now off you go—James will be waiting.”
    I watched him stuff my knickers into his pocket as I backed towards the door. My lips felt bruised from his kiss and I was acutely aware of my sex; it felt hot, damp, and on edge. It was the most incredibly erotic experience of my life. I didn’t know how I was going to make it through the day; I wanted him to take me there and then. Suddenly discretion was the least of my worries. I don’t know if I was more shocked at Michael or myself. I could feel the cool lining of my skirt swish against my bare buttocks and a draughtiness about my pussy as I walked to James’ office. I hoped my face didn’t betray my arousal as I knocked on his door.
    “Ah, Miss Brennan, come on in,” he said, smiling.
    I didn’t bother telling him my name again; I’d said it on the phone not fifteen minutes earlier. I was beginning to think he just liked calling me Miss Brennan. Besides, I was somewhat distracted. We discussed the case, which very quickly cooled my ardour, and I briefed him on where I was at with the solicitors. I gave him a synopsis on where we stood with the insurance company. All in all, we were in a strong position; the person who had witnessed the employee spilling the water was willing to testify in court or at a tribunal, and had already given me an