The Conference, Part Thirteen

I was in no position to complain.

While Larissa couldn’t leave me tied up indefinitely, I could see her delaying my freedom if I said anything that wasn’t to her liking. At least I had the silver lining of checking her out one last time as she pulled her panties up and retrieved her bra from the edge of the bed. If she had untied me, I’d probably be averting my gaze and putting on my own clothes. She obviously knew that she had a good body, and I didn’t need to give her the satisfaction of catching me checking her out when I could be worrying about my own business. But while I was a captive audience, literally, I made the most of it.

Apparently she was fine only being half dressed. After clasping her bra and adjusting the cups on her chest in a way that drew my eye to her cleavage, she knelt down and got to work on one of the ropes keeping my legs spread. “It’s a shame you were ‘sick’ this weekend,” she said, as she fiddled with the tight knot, “Although it looks like we were both right about this not being a two person job. I’ll admit, I had to bullshit a little bit here and there, but it was nothing that can’t be answered more thoroughly when I follow up on Monday. And I’ll have plenty of time to figure out the other details once they’re a client of ours. Well, a client of mine.”

Potential promotion aside, that was the other part of it. These accounts would all be serviced by Larissa, and she would be getting an unfair amount of commissions due to how she had done all the presentations solo. She had mentioned earlier that she would give me some of the smaller ones after the fact, though that really meant that she would be passing off whichever clients were more tedious than lucrative.

“Hmm, tell you what,” she said. As the ropes finally loosened around my ankle, she stood up and sauntered over to the other side of the room where her purse was resting on a small table near the door. Pulling out her phone, she returned to my bed and trained the camera on me. “This wasn’t terrible. And I could use a toy to play with while I’m single. If you’re a good boy, I might even give you more than just the shitty accounts.”

“No pictures,” I hastily said. Before getting into the rest of it, I needed to get ahead of what could potentially be blackmail later. Of course, she could easily still snap countless photos of me if she wanted to. But she had brought up consent earlier, hypocritical as it was of her to suggest the concept after the extended bondage she had left me to deal with. As for everything she said . . . I’d worry about that in a minute.

Larissa just rolled her eyes. “I’m not taking pictures. It’s going to be a video, once you’re ready. But first, let’s talk. Do you want to fuck me again, or was once enough?”

I mean, I had no fucking idea. This was all way too fresh, and there were an impossible amount of variables to mentally juggle when I was being put on the spot like this. And, as usual, I didn’t want to give Larissa even more satisfaction when pretty much everything had gone her way so far. But was the answer ‘no,’ in terms of what I wanted? If she tried to initiate something on a future trip, or back at the office somehow, I wasn’t sure how I’d react. “I want you to give me half the accounts from this weekend,” I said. It was fairly blatant deflection, though I also didn’t want to just roll over in regards to the professional stuff.

She let out a dramatic sigh. “Sounds like you want me to decide for you.” Stepping forward, she rested her hand on my cock and met my gaze with a half serious, half smirking expression. “From here on out, you’re going to be my toy. My sex doll. When I’m bored, or want to get off with more than just my fingers or my regular toys, you’re going to be there at a snap of my fingers.” Pausing for a moment to let me process all of that, she then went on, “That means going down on me under my desk. Fucking me in the supply closet with your gag in. Maybe, if you’re a good boy, I’ll even suck you off while you drive me to work.”

Between her touch, her words, and the way she was once again in a sultry position while half naked, I began stirring down there. And, because my member was lightly pinned between her hand and my body, every little twitch caused me to harden more easily than I would have normally. It wasn’t that I was as submissive as she was suggesting, despite how it looked; it was just difficult not to react to some of those visuals.

“Good boy,” she purred, “So, here’s what’s going to happen.” As she spoke, she began gently stroking me to encourage what was quickly becoming a full erection. There was a hint of pain as well, from how soon I was being turned on again after the recent orgasm. Maybe ‘strain’ was more apt; all I knew was that it was impossible to calm down in what was becoming an unexpectedly charged situation. Larissa said, “I’m going to record you saying that you’re my toy, unless you prefer ‘sex doll,’ and then we can figure out the details. Okay?”

Fuck. Thinking logically was tough when I was no longer only thinking with my mind. Still, I wasn’t so far gone that I would just go along with something like that, “Larissa-”

“Hmm, I think I like ‘obedient toy’ better,” she said, “Now, do as you’re told. Tell me what you are, boy.”