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    “No, Sir,” she growled. Thank God she’d abstained.
    “Good girl.”
    The vibrations reignited her arousal so quickly that her legs weakened and she had to sit down quickly before they buckled. Unfortunately that only made the vibrations feel stronger and she closed her eyes as she tried to hold onto what little self-control she had left.
    “Rachel?” Adam’s voice sounded impatient. He’d asked her something.
    “Oh, sorry. What did you say, Sir?”
    “I asked what you’re thinking right now.”
    She practically spat her reply out, “I’m thinking that you’re a sadistic bastard. Sir! ”
    She heard him chuckle and at that moment, she almost hated him.
    “Close your eyes and imagine being draped over my lap with your bare arse ready for my hand.”
    That wasn’t hard. As she pictured herself bent over his lap, she slipped her hand between her legs without thinking. She groaned as her finger made contact with her aching clit.
    “Are you touching yourself?”
    She quickly snapped her hand away and almost cried with frustration as her body protested. “No, Sir.” Not anymore, anyway.
    “I think you’re lying, Rachel. I was going to let you come, but I’ve changed my mind. Touching yourself without permission and lying is cause for punishment, Rachel.”
    His voice teased her. He knew what her reaction to his words would be.
    “Oh, please, Sir. I beg you. Let me come. Pleeease .”
    But he ignored her desperate pleas and changed the subject. “How are you getting home tonight?”
    Oh God, no. “Bus, Sir,” she stammered.
    “Text me when you’re on the bus.” The phone went dead and Rachel was left staring at it in disbelief. The bus?
    How was she going to make it through the afternoon? It wouldn’t have been quite so bad if she’d had plenty of work to keep her distracted, but she didn’t. Even her filing was up to date.
    Finally, at five o’clock, she grabbed her bag and left, clenching her pelvic floor muscles tightly so as not to drop the bullet.
    She boarded her bus and found a seat as far away from the majority of the passengers as possible. Snuggling up against the window, she texted Adam.
    On bus .
    She knew what was coming next. Sure enough, seconds later the phone bleeped followed quickly by the bullet coming back to life. Oh, God, she didn’t know how many more times she could hold off. She was close. So close.
    The phone rang and she quickly answered before she drew too much attention to herself.
    “Hello?” As if she didn’t know who it was.
    “Are you wet for me, Rachel?”
    Jesus, he doesn’t waste any time .
    “Yes, Sir,” she replied quietly.
    “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”
    “Adam, I’m on the bloody bus,” she snapped.
    “Say it,” he snapped back.
    Bloody hell, this was like a bad dream. An erotic bad dream. “Yes, I’m wet for you, Sir,” she practically whispered.
    “Good girl. Now, imagine you can have my cock inside you, anywhere you like. Where would you like my cock?” His voice sounded so normal that he could have been asking what she’d like for dinner.
    She didn’t have to think twice about the answer. “In my mouth, Sir,” she replied as quietly as she could.
    “Pardon? Can you say that again?”
    “I’d like your cock in my mouth, Sir,” she practically growled. She didn’t dare look around to see if anyone had heard.
    “Okay. Keep your eyes closed and focus on the vibrations in your pussy. Now, imagine yourself kneeling, naked, in front of me, just like before. Now imagine yourself reaching up for my cock with your hands.”
    She did and her pussy contracted painfully.
    “Now,” continued Adam, “imagine putting your lips around the head of my cock. Lick it, taste it, suck it.”
    She smiled as she visualized his cock in her mouth. Oh, yes. Her clit started throbbing again and she clenched her hands as her pent-up frustrations came surging back. She felt his cock deep in her throat as he thrust it in, fucking her