Free Cassie's Chance by Antonia Paul

new blouse. She had two meetings planned, with Marty and prospective clients. Easy ones; straightforward. She was determined to help him replace the income they'd lost. She enjoyed demonstrating her command of the background issues, and could fill in blanks well. And it went all right until their second prospect used the word 'cross' quite innocently and it all flooded back, into both mind and pussy.
    After that, Finn's blond mop wouldn't leave her. She lost the point she was making, and flushed hot. Surely it was visible. It was a day she was very thankful for dark skin.
    "Are you ok, Eartha?" Marty asked, while they were doing the post-mortem over coffee after their meeting wrapped.
    Eartha admitted to feeling out-of-sorts, which was entirely true, but what she did for herself in the women's rest room a few minutes later had nothing to do with an upset stomach.
    She felt foolish leaving him another message, but she did.
    Meetings done, she debated calling Sam. She drew a St Andrew's Cross on her desk-pad, usually an immaculate white space, but it had been well-used this week. A bit like her, she reflected. God, he had been good. She hadn't seen him for five days and wanted to see his smile.
    She shrugged at no-one. It was almost late enough she could legitimately go home, and she'd been about to, as she couldn't concentrate on anything meaningful. But then he did call. Finally he did, in a moment when she wasn't thinking about him at all.
    "How are you, my little slut?", he crooned, and the sharp retort she nearly made, because he'd kept her hanging, worrying, and wondering, turned to a purr.
    She nearly melted at the sound of his voice. She leaned back in her chair, imagining his arms around her.
    "Say my name," was his velvety command.
    "Finn" she started to say, but it came out a soft and sibilant 'Master', to her relief.
    "That's my little slut," he said warmly, then proceeded to dom her over the phone, spending an hour telling her where and how he was using her, alternately forbidding and then commanding her to touch herself, until she was ready to explode for need of him.
    In the middle of it, she waved Deidre good night and the office fell largely quiet around her.
    She decided to be bold. "When are you going to fuck me?"
     
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