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This was nearly a perfect morning. You woke up rested, the presentation you had to show today was top-notch, your hair cooperated beautifully, the new lingerie set felt like a second skin, and the new coffee roast you bought was indeed amazing, and the weather was turning into a perfectly golden autumn. Could this day be even better?
Well, there was one more thing that could make it quite interesting. A package you received yesterday evening. A “small, silent bomb” as the advertisement said. Purple vibrator, remote-controlled, inconspicuous but powerful. It did give you a little thrill, the fact that someone could notice what was happening to you. Getting caught in a self-pleasuring act in public wasn’t a common fantasy for you, but hell, after a stressful week, filled with overtime and research, you could indulge yourself, even if it was highly inappropriate to do so in public. You tested out the lowest setting before leaving home, and oh, the advertisement wasn’t lying - it was indeed silent, but quickly made your legs quiver… But no you should wait, after the meeting is over, you could… Reward yourself in the privacy of your office, right? As a peak of the day, pun intended.
But the ancient law of “things can’t go too smoothly” worked against you again. The day was indeed perfect, so apparently a lot of people decided to leave their homes, causing a massive traffic jam in the city. And the effect? You were late to the meeting, 10 minutes already, and your office was unreachable via phone.
Cursing everything on what the world was built, you ran into the office, trying to find something in your purse when you bumped on something - or rather, someone - tall, firm and smelling like ozone. Your bag dropped on the ground, your things scattered around the floor, and you fell as well, presenting yourself in quite an indecent position, highly possible showing your lace panties from under your skirt.
“Hey watch where you walk you-” You were about to scold whoever was trying to fix this accident and help you sit up and save face from the tragedy, but when your eyes met you understood that you were possibly in trouble. It was nobody else, but your boss, the CEO of the company, Aizen Sosuke himself. “Mr. Aizen! I’m so sorry!”
You felt your face was burning red. Not only had you bumped and shouted at your boss, the company’s absolute #1 handsome guy, the one you fantasized about for months while masturbating. But also, you could safely bet that you flashed your underwear at him. The fact that you were late for the meeting was suddenly less significant for some reason.
“Please, I told you many times, I prefer when everyone calls me by my name. It’s alright.” Aizen graced you with one of the softest smiles you have ever seen. While you were recovering from the initial shock, he started to pick up your scattered belongings. “Glad you are here. Everyone is waiting for you.”
“I’m so, so sorry! Traffic was a nightmare and-” You stopped talking. Your excuses probably didn’t interest him, so you started to frantically collect whatever was left on the floor, trying to avoid his gaze and further embarrassment.
“Don’t worry, it’s just a few minutes.”
“Thank you. I’ll just go leave my coat and-”
“You can hang it in my office for now.” Once your belongings were back in your purse, Aizen helped you get up, his hand gently, reassuringly pushed onto your back. “Come, let’s not make them wait more.”
Okay, maybe, it will all be good. Maybe that was just a small obstacle, a test you needed to pass in order to nail that meeting.
Without much thought, you followed Aizen to his office, full of confidence again. You sat at the end of the table, in the only free spot next to Gin Ichimaru, the company's Chief Marketing Officer. The white-haired man nodded and smiled at you before turning back to the white screen. Lights went out in the room, Aizen took his seat at the top of the table. You caught a glimpse of his gaze, a smirk that barely raised the corner of his lips, but you ignored it. Maybe he was just amused by the situation from a few minutes ago.
“Welcome. Thank you for joining me at the quarterly strategy planning meeting. Please remember, this meeting is strictly under the NDAs you signed yesterday.” The boss’s voice rumbled through the room, and the first slide appeared on the board. “Now let’s begin.”
It was as exciting as every person could assume to be. Strategies and roadmaps were not the most thrilling things but as in every company, creating and developing one was a key to success, and you were one of the gears that made it happen. But you were also easy to replace, so you forced yourself to pay attention. Well, at least you would try to focus if not for that damned ancient law that decided to toy with you again.
About 15 minutes in, you were fully focused on the part presented by the HR Generalist, a generously “gifted” woman, you felt something was very wrong. And that something was a vibrator hidden in your cunt, kicking off on the lowest settings. You rushed to search for it in your bag, causing a little ruckus. Few eyes darted to you, but you were not as interesting as the busty woman standing next to the whiteboard.
“Something wrong?” Gin whispered, leaning slightly to you.
“N-no. I- I’m okay, just I think-” Shit! You couldn’t find that damn remote! “I forgot something-.”
“You sure? You look like you’re about to burst.”
Yeah, he wasn’t wrong. You’d give that little device a 5-star rating for bringing you to the border of squirm so quickly, but it deserved 1 for going off by itself!
“Uhm- A-” You swallowed, taking a deep breath, trying to control yourself, pushing away the delicious feeling that started to flood you. “I guess… It’s just hot in here, you know?”
“Yes, I suppose it is.” He nodded, standing up from his chair. “Hold on, I’ll turn on the AC.”
“Mhm, thanks.” The vibration suddenly stopped, to your relief. You smiled at the man next to you, in fake gratitude.
This must’ve been a very unfortunate malfunction. But you couldn’t just excuse yourself, and go to the bathroom, you were next to present your part. You just had to pray this was a one time thing…
You looked around. It seemed like nobody was interested in you, the embarrassing bullet was dodged yet again today. At least you thought so, until you haven’t met your CEO’s gaze. He was looking directly at you, ignoring what was presented now. There was something… Odd in the way he looked at you, like a bit of curiosity and amusement. Why would he, you wondered, and the answer came quite quickly. You noticed the slight move of his hand, a purple object peeked through his fingers…
And your vibrator went on low again.
He must’ve grabbed the remote when he helped you gather your things after you bumped at him! Holy fuck you were in deep shit! And yeah, your body reacted to the news quickly, flushing you with a new wave of arousal.
You bit your lip, holding back a squirm as the device whirled into higher level before it went off. God, a respite. 5 minutes before your presentation. Enough for the blush to fade a bit, for your breathing to even. Yet, when you stood up, you clenched out of reflex, like you were afraid that the inconvenient evidence of your indecency would somehow slide out. Your whole posture was stiff, and Aizen observed it with clear satisfaction and amusement.
“Are you okay? You don’t seem well.” He said once you took a stop next to a whiteboard, taking the remote - the irony - to the projector, showing the first slide.
“Yes, I’m fine!” Oh this sly motherf- You put on the biggest smile, to cover both embarrassment and arousal. “It’s just a little stress. Ekhm. Now, let me present to you the Sales Team roadmap for next year’s strategy…”
You caught his eyes a few times, his lips curved in that mischievous smirk. You were at his mercy. He could make you a squirming mess right in front of all the most important people in the company. He could make you either scream or curse his name with one move. You could report it somewhere after the meeting, maybe, if it wasn’t this arousing to be tortured by the guy from your fantasies. Every time Aizen fumbled the little remote in his hands, your heart stopped for a split second, your body prepared to receive another wave of sensation. But your prayers were listened to by whatever merciful god that there was, and you were spared from the torture.
At least until the moment you returned to your seat, the vibration appeared again, slow and gentle. Was it some sort of a reward? He didn’t stop until your back went straight, and you were just so close to your orgasm… You held back a needy whine, threw him a furious look. He chuckled, covering up the sudden interest from the people around with some "anecdote" he “remembered”. Yes, very funny indeed.
Three more presentations. Half an hour of constant torture, bringing you on the edge just to ruin it before the release came. A pearl of sweat rolled down your forehead despite the AC, but the meeting was finally over.
Well, apparently not for you, as your name was called out by the CEO.
“Yes?”
“Please, stay.” His smile was again gentle and lovely. You never took him for a person wearing a mask so perfectly. “I have some questions about ideas you proposed at the meeting.”
The room emptied quickly. You heard Aizen instructing his assistant to not disturb him yet with pending calls or any documents. The door closed, but the lock didn’t click. You heard footsteps, and soon a presence followed by some expensive, ozonic perfumes. Purple remote dangled in front of your face
“I can explain…” You started, but you heard a chuckle, his breath crashed near your ear.
“No need. I had suspicions that under the facade of a good, composed girl there is someone perverted enough to wear such a thing to the workplace...”
His voice sent shivers down your spine. He wanted to break you without laying a single finger on you, didn’t he? Drawing pleasure from the way you squirmed and resisted, how little remote gave him all power over you, how he was able to edge you effortlessly.
“Go on.” Remote swung in front of your eyes. “You are free to take it and leave. Unless you want me to finish what I have started.”
You swallowed hard. It was wrong. Inappropriate. It could create so many problems, more than you could count. It was a risky fantasy.
So you braced yourself, and nodded. You will go to hell for that for sure.
Aizen smiled, his thumb touching the side of your neck causing almost an electric shock.
“Perfect. I wonder, how long can you hold back from screaming at me?”
The vibrator whirled inside you again, this time on the highest setting.