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his head. His gaze locked with hers for one long moment. “Don’t move,” he
commanded and turned on his heel.
    Andi brought her hands in front of her and
started to tug the corset up and over her breasts before he opened the door.
Derrick glanced at her when his hand rested on the door handle.
    “I told you to not move.” He gave her a
firm look as he stuffed the collar into a pocket of his leather pants. “You
have earned your second punishment.”
    “But—”
    “Do you wish to earn a third?” His gaze
narrowed. “Don’t speak until spoken to, and put your hands behind your back and
keep your stance wide. Leave the corset under your breasts so that I can view
them whenever I’d like to.”
    Andi thought about arguing, but wasn’t too
sure what he had in mind for her punishments. She decided to obey and put her
hands behind her back and tilted her chin even higher.
    When Derrick opened the door, he let in
three men carrying domed platters. Andi thought she was going to die of
embarrassment, standing there with her naked breasts on display. A swirl of air
came in from the hall, brushing over her nipples, making them ache even more.
    To her relief, the waiters didn’t even look
at her. They busied themselves with setting down the trays, lifting domes, and
arranging food upon the large mahogany table at one end of the room.
    Andi’s stomach growled even louder this
time as she caught the rich smells of lobster, shrimp, grilled salmon, clam
chowder, and fresh baked bread.
    To get her mind off food, and off her naked
breasts, she gazed at her surroundings. It was an absolutely amazing suite with
its richly polished mahogany furnishings and the cushions done in cranberry
velvet. Vases of fresh flowers graced the tables, in what must be the sitting
room. Andi caught the perfume of roses, orchids, and lilies mixed with the
scent of lemon oil.
    To the far end of the room was another set
of double doors, and Andi imagined it led to the bedroom. Just the thought of
going into the bedroom with Derrick sent more thrills through her pussy. God,
was she really going to fuck her fellow VP?
    When the men finally left with their empty
platters and trays, the door slammed shut behind them. Derrick moved to Andi,
his movements as lithe and graceful as a panther. She had never seen him in
anything but his expensively tailored business suits, and she couldn’t believe
he looked even hotter in just a sleeveless T-shirt and those leather pants and
black boots.
    He paused at a wardrobe with two drawers
beneath it, and a pair of doors that swung open when he grabbed the handles.
Several shelves lined the right side of the wardrobe, an assortment of items
littering each shelf. On the left side, a few outfits hung—very sexy-looking
outfits from what she could tell.
    When Derrick closed the wardrobe, he had a
tube in one hand and something that looked like a black leather belt with a
dildo and a butt plug on it…
    Oh, shit.
    Andi swallowed, hard. Her eyes widened the
closer he came. “Uh, you’re not—”
    “Andi…” He frowned. “You know you are not
allowed to speak without permission.”
    She swallowed again. “Yes, Master.”
    He stood before her and stroked hair from
her face. “And no, you don’t have permission.” He knelt before her and pressed
the inside of one of her knees. “Spread your legs wider.”
    Andi obeyed, half-afraid and half-excited
about what she knew he was about to do.
    “This is your first punishment.” He used
the gel from the tube and lubed the butt plug so that it glistened in the
room’s soft lighting. He pushed up her skirt, grabbed one of her ass cheeks
with one hand. “You’ll wear this belt until I allow you to remove it.”
    Andi held her breath as he placed the head
of the plug at the puckered flesh of her anus. Slowly he entered her, gently
pushing the plug up her ass, filling her deep. She had to bite her lip to keep
from moaning with pleasure.
    He leaned forward and