Hey, guys! Just wanted to thank everyone for reading. Hope you enjoy this next part. Just a reminder: this is part 3 of a story that needs to be read in order. Happy reading!
Xoxo, Cassie
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The next morning when Aria woke up, she couldn't believe how brazen she had been the night before. The good girl she had once been was quickly being replaced by a brave little slut, and it was all because of
him
, her Master. He drove her wild, made her bold, made her feel sexy and desired. Not to mention horny as hell and insatiable. She had cum just the night before, but the mere thought of him had her juices flowing and her fingers moving south, towards her sex. She shut her eyes and thought about the night before. She could recall every second of their virtual encounter. As she rubbed her clit in circles, faster and faster, lost in a lusty haze, something hit her. His voice was familiar. She had heard it before, and it wasn't that day at the library. Knowing she wouldn't be able to concentrate until she came, she focused on pushing herself over the edge and came with a loud cry.
Once she had come down and could breathe again, she tried to place the voice, but it kept evading her. However, the more she thought about it, the more she was sure that the expensive cologne that still clung to the tie on her nightstand drawer was also familiar. She got the silky reminder and breathed it in. Just like with the voice, it was right there, but she couldn't connect the dots.
As if he could read her mind, her phone rang. "Good morning, Master," she purred.
"Wear something short to work today. No panties," he barked and hung up.
Part of her was disappointed at how short the call had been, but she didn't dwell on that. Instead, she jumped out of bed and straight into the shower to get ready. If he had requested a specific outfit, there was a high chance she'd get to see him today. She took her time in the shower, conditioning her hair to perfection and shaving herself smooth. She then moisturized every inch of skin and styled her hair as to leave it down, since he preferred it that way. Her makeup was kept simple, just some mascara and her favorite cherry red lipstick. His request for something short was a bit harder. She didn't own much that was short and would be considered work appropriate. Hell, anything short isn't work appropriate. About to give up, she remembered an off the shoulder sundress she had bought last year and had hardly ever worn. It went mid-thigh and if she paired it with a blazer and some heels, she might just pull it off.
After getting ready, she hurried off to work, doing her very best not to tug down on the skirt with every step she took. She usually didn't wear such short clothing, and the more uncomfortable she looked, the more she was sure people would notice how she wasn't wearing panties.
Once she arrived at work, it was business as usual. She did, however, get many appreciative glances, which made her walk taller and make an inner promise to make more of an effort every day. Even though she had done it for her Master, being desired was as one hell of an ego boost.
After lunch, her phone pinged and she reached for it eagerly. There was a text from him. "Go to the last study cubby on the upper floor", it said. She looked around, but her boss was hovering near by, so she'd have to wait for him to leave. 5 minutes later, her phone pinged again "NOW", he barked. Or at least she pictured him doing so. The order was enough for moisture to gather between her legs.
"I'm going to the restroom," she mumbled under her breath in case anyone was listening and hurried over to the last level, clutching her phone.
She half expected to see someone standing by the cubby, but that would be too good to be true. In fact, the entire floor was mostly deserted. It was a perk of summer vacation- fewer bystanders.
Shortly after her arrival, her phone pinged once more, with further instructions. "Sit on the ground under the cubby, feet on the floor, knees up, legs spread". She read the words a second time and then a third. Did he really...? No. But the thought did thrill her. The phone snapped her out of her daze. "I'm waiting, Aria". And she jumped to action, quickly scurrying over to the cubby, looking around one last time to check for witnesses, then getting on her knees and making her way under the cubby. She sat down on the floor, the tile cold against her bare ass, and leaned against the back. In order to fit, she scooched lower and when she complied with his parted knees request, she was awfully aware of how her now soaked sex was exposed. Thank God the wood went all the way to the floor, so she was at least hidden. As she waited, she felt the air-conditioned air hitting her heated core. The sensation was enough to harden her nipples, which now poked through the flimsy fabric of her bra and dress.
