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For my twifey Reyes139, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!

Chapter 9: The Office Chair

My whole body was shaking and I desperately wanted to grab bunny to soothe the ache. I was having bunny withdrawal.

Masen said I couldn't touch or play with myself, and I couldn't come without him. He left at seven this morning and it was only ten. I was never going to survive a week at this rate.

Unfortunately, I had a meeting at noon and I couldn't run over to his office and get a fix.

My leg was bouncing and I was fidgeting nervously throughout the whole meeting. I didn't even remember what I was about. More timelines about the new book, blah, blah, blah. Though I think they were trying to get me to come out again and they knew that wasn't the best idea. I didn't know and didn't care. What I did know was that I needed bunny and badly.

It was almost five when I returned from the city and received a message from Masen saying he'd be over shortly. A very good thing because I was about to hunt him down and maul his flashlight until the batteries were dead. I didn't care who was watching, I would fuck his flashlight until I came many times.

I threw the door open as soon as he arrived and jumped into his arms. My lips were on his, my tongue prying his lips open.

"Fuck, baby. Miss me?"

"Need you. Now."

"Were you a good girl."

I whimpered. "Yes. Please, please, please I need to come." I was almost mad with need.

His hand moved between us to cup my pussy and his forehead dropped to my shoulder. "Jesus-fucking-Christ, you're fucking soaked."

I cried out when his hand ran against my clit, his fingers pushing into my opening. My hips started to rock against him. I was so close, so deliciously close.

Then his hand was gone. I wanted to cry.

"Why are you being mean?" I questioned, my voice wavering, nearly sobbing. I didn't know how much longer I could last. His lips crashed to mine as he pinned me to the wall.

"I said you would only come by my cock, Izzy," he replied, his eyes were so dark they almost didn't look green anymore. "You look so fucking unbelievable right now. I want to fuck you so hard for being a good girl. I can tell you were; the look on your face, your desperation. So sexy."

He rocked his hips against my center and his flashlight rubbed against my sensitive clit. I cried out, wanting to rock my hips against him, but uncertain if that was allowable. He seemed to sense my dilemma.

"Go on, baby. Come. Come now!" he commanded and with a few movements of my hips against him, I did.

My body arched against the wall, my head thrown back, as one of the most powerful orgasms ever crashed through me.

I was shaking, sobbing, as I came down from the intensity. My mind was so blown I didn't feel him pulling my shorts down until my pussy was barely exposed. I did, however, cry out, screaming in pleasure as he pushed his cock all the way to the hilt. My pussy tightened around him as he pulled out only to thrust hard, pressing my back into the wall.

I rode him all night, coming again and again, but it wasn't enough to sate me. By ten the next morning I was going insane again, and near desperation. In other words, I was worse off than the previous morning. Masen wouldn't know if I played with bunny once, but I didn't think I could stop at just once. If I couldn't have the flashlight I desperately craved, and couldn't have bunny, I feared for my sanity by the end of the day.

I was fidgeting all morning, unable to concentrate on my manuscript. How could he do this to me at such a critical time? The kitchen was clean, the floors were spotless, everything was put away, and I'd rearranged the house twice. There was nothing left to take my mind off of my aching pussy. I wasn't going to last all day… hell, I didn't think I'd last till noon.

By ten thirty I was on my bike, not trusting myself with driving at the moment, and riding as fast as possible to Masen's office. All I could think about was his flashlight invading my cave and lighting up my insides. So of course by the time I got to his office I was climbing the walls, the vibrations of the road on my bike sending me skyrocketing.

I burst through the doors, ignored the receptionist, and flew into his office.

I know I looked crazy, deranged even, by the look on Masen's face.

"Izzy?"Masen questioned, looking up from his computer. Peter was there as well looking over his shoulder.

"Please, I can't take it," I whimpered.

"Baby, now is not a good time," he apologized, clearly torn between me and the problem at hand.

I about crumbled. I listened to Peter talk, returning Masen's attention to the computer. My mind worked through what they were talking about and…it was simple. I waited for them to get it, to understand. I didn't want to intrude in his work, but the need was taking over.

After ten minutes of listening to them trying to figure it out I pulled Peter back, pushed Masen's chair back and sat down. My fingers flew along the keys, and I had to stop more than once to slap Masen's hand away. His protests were futile, I was getting my flashlight. I'd been a good girl, but I couldn't take it anymore.

"There," I said.

Their heads moved to the screen in amazement that I'd fixed their problem.

"But…how?"

"Izzy, how the fuck did you do that?" Masen asked in amazement, his eyes glued to the screen.

"Simple. Your algorithm was wrong." I went into the detailed explanation and both of their jaws dropped.

"What are you?" Peter questioned.

I scrunched my brow. "I'm a writer." Didn't Masen tell his that?

"She's out of your league man," Peter said, shaking his head.

"Can you go now? I want to fuck my boyfriend."

"Baby, we still have work."

"It doesn't matter, nothing is going to stop me from pulling out your flashlight and riding it."

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She didn't even get me the chance to respond or tell Peter I'd find him in a few. In seconds she had my cock out and was riding me. Hard. Thankfully Peter had run away because the sight of her, and the sounds coming from her were out of control.

Her sweet little cave made me come four times the night before, draining me. My flashlight was actually a bit sore in the morning. Perhaps I'd underestimated her depravity, her need.

My fingers flexed into her hips, drawing her up and down my shaft, her walls squeezing all the light out of me.

"Fuck, baby bunny, you're sucking my batteries dry," I groaned. Her lips smashed mine, her hips continuing to slam against mine.

"I need to, oh God… no bunny, need to come!"

My body tensed and I exploded inside her… I swear I could see bunnies behind my eyelids. She came as well, her little hands gripping my shoulders.

Her head fell onto my shoulder, breath hard on my neck.

"Damn, baby, what brought that on?" I inquired, my head dropping back against my chair,

"You said only by your cock. I couldn't take it any longer."

I began to laugh, and not in amusement. "How many times did you come last night?"

She didn't even take a second to respond. "Seven."

"And that's not enough to get you through until tonight."

"No."

I knew she had an extraordinarily high sex drive, but it sounded a little extreme. "How do you make it through the day?"

"Bunny."

Realization dawned. It made sense then. I'd taken away her use of bunny for the week. It was only day two, so if I planned on making it through the week without being drained of all of my batteries, I was going to have to make to acceptance.

"Okay, I'm going to change your punishment. You can use bunny three times a day, but not within two hours of seeing me."

Her lips crashed to mine and I knew I'd made the right decision for both me and my flashlight.