Free In the Dark by Alana Sapphire

sugar.
    Picking up the tray, I pray for divine assistance, and slowly make my way to the door. I knock with a trembling hand. The vibrating stops. I take a deep breath, and step inside, fixing a smile on my lips. After placing the tray on the desk, I turn to Rick.
    “I don’t know how you take it, sir, so I brought both cream and sugar.”
    “Thank you, Kelly.” He dismisses me with a nod.
    How can he be so calm when he knows the agony he’s inflicting on me? I dread leaving the office but I can’t exactly stay so I slowly walk back to my desk.
    As soon as I close the door, he turns the vibrator back on. I quickly take my seat, trying to prevent myself from toppling over. I feel my orgasm creeping up. That’s when the vibrating intensifies. I’m trembling, not only from the pleasure, but from my efforts to control myself. My knuckles turn white from gripping the edges of my desk. It takes everything in me to hold back a scream as I come, my body shuddering. Within seconds, the vibrating stops. How the hell does he know?
    He walks out of Walter’s office a few minutes later, closing the door behind him. As he approaches me, he inhales deeply. With a satisfied smile, he leans over my desk.
    “You came. I can smell you.”
    “Yes, sir,” I reply through clenched teeth.
    His smile turns into a grin, and he nods. “You may remove it now.”
    He whistles a tune as he walks away. Jumping out of my chair, I hurry to the bathroom and remove the vibrator, then clean up as best as I can. If he can smell the sex on me, so can others. I return to my desk with a smile. Kinky little bastard.

**Kelly**
     
    A week. One lousy week was all the time Martha and I had to plan the party. Between work, and spending every night with Rick, I’m surprised I pulled it off. Sure, Martha helped, but I did most of the work because I know what Walter likes. As I survey the room and all the guests enjoying themselves, I’m overcome with pride. Not only that, but it’s been the best week of my life. When Rick and I weren’t screwing each other’s brains out, we actually had conversations. I told him all about my goals and plans, and he even offered to help me. It was a sweet gesture, but one I had to decline. I need to do this on my own.
    “Excellent work, Miss Black.”
    A shiver runs down my spine at the sound of his voice. Slowly, I turn to face him. “Thank you, Mr. McAllister.” I try my best to maintain a modicum of professionalism, but it’s hard with him standing in front of me, looking so sexy in his black tux.
    Leaning forward, he whispers, “You look absolutely ravishing. My compliments to your stylist.”
    I dip my head, hiding a shy smile. I found the white and gold, single strap gown hanging on the bedroom door when I arrived at the condo last night. In fact, I found an entire ensemble, shoes and accessories included.
    “Thank you. He is quite talented…in many…many areas.”
    Behind the veil of his champagne glass, he mutters, “I’m sure he’d be willing to demonstrate one of those talents right now.”
    “McAllister!”
    I lose my smile as he turns to the man who interrupted us.
    “Johnson. The wife let you out tonight, huh?” Rick asks.
    The man laughs in response. “Only for a few hours.” He glances in my direction, then turns to me with a smile. “And who is this beautiful creature?”
    “This is Kelly Black,” Rick introduces me. “She’s Banks’ assistant, and also the organizer of this little event.”
    “Pleased to meet you.” I extend my hand.
    “And I you. Gregory Johnson.” Bringing my hand to his lips, he kisses above my knuckles.
    “Oh!” I exclaim. That was unexpected.
    “Would you care to dance?” Johnson asks.
    I glance briefly at Rick, and find him clenching his jaw. What should I do? I don’t want to insult the man but I don’t want to make Rick angry either. Nonsense. Why would he be angry?
    “I’d love to,” I reply. I might as well. I won’t be able to dance with the