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something slight. It felt immense, and even more so when he pressed it and pressed it and pressed it. It got to the stage where she felt sure there was barely a pause in between each one, and yet she gasped for it to come back every time it went away. She rocked against that pressure, and bit down hard on her fist, and willed him to do it again—just a little faster.
    Then he obeyed, and she begged him not to. After a while, she wasn’t even sure if she was begging him in her head, silently, or not. Maybe Mavis in the next cubicle could hear her, groaning for him to do it faster, faster, please, make me come .
    Only then it stopped altogether for what seemed like a vast amount of time, and that sob she’d pressed into her fist became a real one. He was a bastard, an utter bastard. She knew what he was trying to get her to do—it was obvious.
    He was trying to get her to finish the job, herself. At her desk. She’d laughed at him the first time he’d suggested it, and this was what she’d got. Punishment. Awful, hideous, electrifying punishment.
    And an email.
     
    Think you can do it, now?
     
    So that’s what this was about. Because she’d said, I don’t think so , and laughed. And now he was testing her, pushing her, trying out things that would get her to that place without having to demand or even suggest.
    She wanted to roll in his inventiveness. In truth, she couldn’t think of a single man she’d ever been with who’d had even half of Ever’s ingenuity. It didn’t seem like much on paper, but oh, up close and personal it was delightful. Exquisite. Delicious.
      Never , she typed, with shaking fingers. Then sent it, in the middle of such wonderful squirming, that really did nothing at all. Him responding with the words, “ you’re a bad, bad girl,” did more.
    She felt them all the way to the roots of her hair. On reading them she briefly forgot to continue looking over the rest of his email, and rocked and squirmed until a great surge of pleasure ran through her, brilliant and beautiful. She locked her thighs together around it, and it billowed into something so close to an orgasm, so close it almost was.
    It gave a modicum of relief. But in the end, it only made her hunger for more, more, while her need to know who he was grew deeper. It had practically burrowed its way right to the centre of her, by this point, and the rest of his words only exacerbated that feeling.
     
    I think I’m going to have to punish you, for a word like never. Apparently, bringing you off with a sex toy just isn’t enough—and really, why should I let you off so scot free? I asked you to do it to yourself, after all, and you just relied on me. What am I to do with you?
     
    She thought of many possible answers. Most of them ended in the word, “spanking.” Unfortunately, her fingers could barely type, and her body felt too limp to do anything other than sprawl over her desk, while her legs dangled like noodles beneath. He’d wrung her out, just like that. Not even a powerful orgasm, to show for her dazed, lax state.
    It took her forever to send him what she hadn’t dared before.
     
    Who are you?
     
    And even after she’d typed the words, she found she didn’t want to send them. What if he never replied? What if he did reply, and the answer was something terrible?
    She deleted the words, and tried again.
     
    Is this James Walsh?
     
    That seemed more fitting. Or at least, it seemed more like something he could definitely accept or deny. Or would it just be silence, silence that she could then take as a yes or no? She didn’t know, but sent it anyway.
    Then waited. And waited. She waited for what seemed like longer than her slow crawl towards an orgasm had been. It felt as if the end of time came and went. Three clients called and asked her questions she could only just remember how to answer. She responded to other, less interesting emails about nothing.
    Then finally, finally.
     
    I think I’m definitely