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line of white down my chin.
    He reached out and wiped my chin with his thumb. His hand caressed my neck and down to cup my breast. He undid one pin, relief flooding my body to the point of pain. He rubbed his thumb across my abused nipple. I squeaked as he slowly rubbed it, sensation threatening to overwhelm me. He reached down and removed the vibrator. My clit ached from the prolonged exposure to the vibrations. I barely felt his fingers run across my underwear as he soothingly touched me.
    He picked up the scissors and cut the twine releasing my ankles and then my wrists. I brought my hands in front of me, massaging the red lines like bracelets around my wrists. I had struggled into my bonds without realizing it; there would be bruises later. He undid the second clothes pin, the shock causing me to whimper. He put a hand to my cheek for a moment, before standing and letting me catch my breath. My body was throbbing with pain and the aftermath of pleasure, my mind lost on endorphins. He kissed me gently on my forehead before moving towards the window.
    I sat for a moment collecting myself. I reached around and re-clasped my bra, and tried to pull my shirt together to cover my front. I looked down at my skirt wondering if I could mend the slice his scissor had made. I had a feeling I couldn’t, but a few clothes were a fair price to pay for this mind blowing experience. I stood on shaky legs and gathered my coat and slid on my shoes. I stood by the door for a moment, unsure if I should leave.
    “Have a good evening Miss Vanders. Drive home safely.” He was just a dark silhouette as I opened the door, his back to me as he looked out the window. He radiated an emotion that I couldn’t place- a strange combination of contentment and heartache. I quietly closed the door behind me and returned to my car. I managed to make it to my couch before collapsing from exhaustion and launching into amazing sexy dreams.
    ***
    I arrived the next day to find a box on my desk. Inside was a brand new designer dress suit. I knew it would fit perfectly. I smiled and held the jacket up admiring the color and stitching. It was beautiful and I knew it must have cost about two months of my salary. I suddenly wasn’t mad about my skirt being ruined anymore. I noticed a note tied to the box in Mr. Kings messy scrawl.
    Claire,
    It was great to see you last night. I hope you had as wonderful a time as I did. It was just like old times. If you are interested, I would love to have you for dinner at my place tonight. 7pm.
    -GK
    I tucked the box under my desk and started in on my work.
    ***
    As Mr. Jenkins and I walked into Mr. King’s office to give him his daily briefing, I hoped that Mr. Jenkins wouldn’t sense that anything was different with Mr. King and I. After all, he probably already believed I slept my way into this position, and anything that vindicated that thought could possibly work against me in the future. I needn’t have worried.
    As we walked through the double doors, Mr. King was talking on the phone. As part of my training, Mr. Jenkins has made sure to let me know that if Mr. King was attending to other business, I was to wait. Mr. Jenkins left me in the room with him, to wait for him to be ready for me. I looked him over. He was as strong and confident as ever as he let the party on the other end of the phone know in no uncertain terms that this was his company, and that if he wanted to keep arguing the point, he could start his own company. My thoughts couldn’t help but flash to the night before, and how it had been his show then too. He hung up angrily.
    “Hello, Mr. King,” I said, eager to get to my report. I had spent all morning working on it, putting extra emphasis on a department that had a time-sensitive matter that needed Mr. King’s attention.
    Mr. King wasted no time. “What can you tell me about the antivirus department’s development on our efforts to become compatible with the latest mobile phone operating