Another Monday rolls around, and I’m still swamped. Karl doesn’t mention anything about the job I rushed out the door on Friday, which is fine by me. I’m not really thinking about him, anyway.

The only thing on my mind all weekend had been Jacob. That moment in his bedroom was one of the most intense moments of my life. I don’t know what I expected to happen, but I knew it would be sexual. I figured he wanted to sleep with me, and of course I wanted that, too. But I should have guessed it wouldn’t be so simple.

He spanked me, but we didn’t exactly do anything physical. We didn’t kiss or really touch, aside from his hand on my ass. Still, it was so intense and erotic, I can barely control myself when I think about it.

Although I have to admit, I’m a little disappointed. I expected something else from him, but the weekend came and went and I haven’t heard a thing from him.

As I slog through my work, I’m starting to think he forgot about me. I glance at the time and it’s only nine in the morning. I’ve only been here for a half hour, though it feels like it’s been forever already.

I wonder what he’s thinking. I wonder what he’s doing. So far, his protection isn’t helping me all that much. I still have a mountain of stuff in my queue.

Although Karl hasn’t spoken to me yet today, which is a plus. I haven’t gotten any angry emails or instant messages from him, and the work I have is just the same work that I had already, nothing new. So maybe Jacob is doing something behind the scenes.

Hard to say. I’m antsy and I know why. I want to see him again, want to feel him again. I want to see what else he has in store for me.

As I lean back in my chair, I notice a woman getting off the elevator. Heavy eye shadow, mid-fifties, gaudy earrings, jangly bracelets, flowing skirt. She walks through the cubes and I realize that she’s heading right toward me.

“Sofia?” she asks, stopping just outside my cube.

“That’s me.” I stand up and shake her hand.

“Minnie, Jacob’s secretary. He wanted me to deliver this to you.” She holds out a box, wrapped and plain. I take it from her and she smiles at me and winks.

I don’t know what it is. “Thanks,” I say to her.

“Of course. Have a good day.” She walks quickly away.

I glance around but nobody is paying any attention. I sit down quickly, glad that Minnie was speaking quietly. I don’t want everyone to know that I have some kind of relationship with Jacob, even if they don’t know the extent of it. That’s how office rumors get started.

I tear open the paper and place the box on my lap. It’s black and simple with a gold logo in the middle, but I don’t recognize it. I slowly open the lid and push back the white tissue paper.

I slam the lid back down, heart rate spiking suddenly. I look around, making sure nobody was standing behind me. I slowly open the lid again and yes, sure enough, there’s a small vibrator nestled in the middle.

I shut it again, heart beating fast. There’s no way Minnie knew what she was bringing to me, but I can’t believe Jacob would have her do that. Hell, I can’t believe he would send me something like this at work.

Then again, I only recognize it from seeing one online. It’s a small model, the kind you slip inside a pair of custom panties and leave there, pressed against your body. Sure enough, the panties are there, folded neatly under the vibrator itself. It’s wireless and you can control it from a remote or maybe even from an app, depending on the model.

Okay, maybe I did a little research. In my defense, I had a dry spell for a while there after college and I needed a little distraction. I didn’t end up getting one. Well, not this kind at least.

I bite my lip and shove the box into the bottom drawer of my desk. I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do with this. If anyone finds it on me, I’m totally screwed. Maybe Jacob’s just messing with me.

As I turn back to my computer, I notice a new IM flashing on my screen. I click it and realize that it’s from Jacob. I hit accept, adding him to my instant message list.

“Did you like my surprise?”

I quickly type back. “I’m not sure that was the best thing to send me,” I say.

“Oh no, it’s perfect. It’s part of your training.”

I quirk an eyebrow. “Training?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yes,” I type back, leaving off the most important word. Daddy.

“I want you to put it on.”

I stare at his message, not sure what he means. “When?” I type back.

“Right now. Go put it on.”

I lean back in my chair, eyes wide. I bite my lip, not sure what to do. He must have gone insane if he thinks it’s a good idea for me to put a wireless vibrator up inside myself right now. We’re at work. This is the most inappropriate place imaginable for this kind of thing.

“Do it,” he types again.

I sigh and shake my head. I told him I’d obey him no matter what. He must know what he’s doing if he’s asking this of me.

“Okay,” I type back. “I’ll be back.”

I grab the box again and quickly take out the vibrator. I slip it into my bag before heading to the bathroom.

Fortunately, it’s empty in there. I get into a stall, shut the door, lock it, and put down a toilet seat cover. I drop my skirt and panties, sit down on the toilet, and take out the vibrator.

I stare at it for a second, heart thumping. This is stupid, so stupid, what if I get caught, what if this ruins me forever?

But he told me to do it… and I want it. I want to do it. I want to wear it for him.

I won’t get caught. Nobody will know it’s there, not if I can control myself.

With a sharp breath, I slip the vibrator into its custom panties and slide the panties on. I adjust it, making sure it’s pressed tight and it’s secure before pulling my skirt back on.

It’s surprisingly slim and comfortable as I flush the toilet and leave the stall. I can feel it down between my legs, pressed against my pussy, but it’s no worse than wearing a pad. I move around a little bit, smiling like an idiot. I can’t help myself. It’s secure in there and I know it’s not going anywhere.

I quickly leave the bathroom and head back to my desk. I sit down and pull up Jacob’s IM.

“Done,” I type back to him.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“I’m very sure,” I say back.

“Good.”

And then it turns on. It surprises the hell out of me and I yelp a little bit before quickly stifling myself. I have to bite down on my lower lip to keep from letting out a stupid moan.

And it turns off just as Darlene appears at the end of my cube. “You okay?” she asks.

“Yeah, sorry,” I say. “Uh, I just rolled over my toe.”

She grins at me. “With your chair?”

I nod, clearly flushed. “I’m clumsy.”

“Obviously. Be careful, these chairs are pretty dangerous.”

I laugh stupidly as she smiles and heads back to her desk. I whirl on the computer and type furiously.

“You asshole,” I say. “Warn me next time.”

“No,” he answers. “I’ll do that when I please. Make sure you’re always wearing it.”

“You can’t just turn it on at random. I’m at work!”

“I know you are,” he says, and I can practically see his grin. “And I can do whatever I want.”

With that, it turns on again. I grab the arms of my chair as pleasure floods through me. The vibrator is shockingly smooth and quiet. He must have gotten the top-of-the-line model, because of this were my vibrator, it would be buzzing like mad and everyone would hear it.

Instead, I’m left feeling the intense pleasure of it flooding my body while desperately trying to keep myself under control. I take a deep breath and finally it turns off as I release it.

I’m dripping wet and dizzy with pleasure and I hate him so much right now, but god damn do I love it. This is so dirty, so forbidden, and it’s our little secret.

“Jerk,” I type back to him.

“Have a good day.” With that, he signs off.

I sit there, staring at my screen, a rush of conflicting emotions threatening to tear me apart.

On the one hand, I’m scared as hell that I’ll get caught. I’m terrified he’ll turn it on at the wrong moment, when I’m in the middle of a conversation with Karl or something like that, and I’ll be unable to control myself. Or I’ll make some kind of noise, or it’ll make a noise and give me away, or it’ll fall out at the wrong moment and embarrass me.

But mostly I love it. I love the excitement of it, how at any moment he can make me feel good at the press of a button. He has total control over me and there’s nothing I can do but submit to his whims and hope that he takes care of me.

Because god, I want him to take care of me. I want him to take care of me so badly. I don’t even care if he gets me off right here at my desk. I want it badly, need it so badly I can barely breathe.

I’m on the edge of my seat, ringing with desire, and it’s all because of him. He’s my Daddy, and I have to submit to him, or else.