Hidden Desires

*****I have returned to writing after a decade break, it took a long time to come to terms with who I am and I'm embracing who I truly am. Thank you all for waiting on me, I hope this one is a hit like the others.*****

Hidden Desires:

It was a cold October morning, the frost tipping the trees like bad highlights, birds chirping the news of the seasonal transition to the surrounding wildlife. The soft clopped of heeled boots on cement echoed across the quiet park air as Laea strode across the wide open space towards the tall office buildings on the other side. The sound of traffic could be heard in the distance as she closed the distance to the edge.

Her head turned behind her for a moment as a soft sound caught her hearing, but all that she saw was the park. Not even the dog walkers were out yet. She pulled her coat closed as a shiver went down her spine, it felt as though someone was watching her.

She shrugged her backpack further up her shoulder and continued out onto the sidewalk, heading for her day job.

Laea was a Risk Assessor for a high end insurance firm. It wasn't a glamorous job, she would be assigned accounts to examine, conduct a Risk Interview at the venue and recommend changes or improvements based on the policy the client was requesting.

These changes were a requirement to issue the policy so she made a point to be vigilant yet understanding of the client's resources. That was the why she was always asked for personally, why she always got the accounts made in code names for new projects. While she would never be famous like a regular celebrity, in the world of Insurance, she was a rock star.

As she entered the building, she smiled at the main receptionist, Charles, as she always did and greeted him, "Hello Charles! Anything interesting happen while I was gone?" She joked.

Normally he would respond with a joke about her not being quite that famous yet, but today he had a glint in his eye and waved her over, almost conspiratorially.

She smiled, narrowed her eyes, and cocked her head to the side a little as she saw the look in his eye. "What is it Charles? Are you hiding something? Is it chocolate? You know I'm pretending to be on a diet."

He grinned from ear to ear as she came closer and spoke softly, just enough to be heard over the local sounds. "There's big wigs here today Miss Heartford, been checking out a lot of people today, special account day I heard. Your name was spoken I hear."

Her eyes widened when she heard this, finally she would get her chance at a real big fish! Special Accounts were more than just government contracts or rich millionaires. These were from eccentric billionaires and other highly influential people that lived behind the scenes and made sure the world kept turning. The kind of client legends were forged from.

She kissed Charles on the cheek as a thank you, giggling as the older widower turned red. He shooed her off and she hurried towards the elevators, feeling her feet bounce in excitement as the doors slid closed.

A few moment later she arrived on the 29th Floor and looked across the wide bullpen with the various interns and low level analysts. They were nicknamed File Jockies because their main part of their involvement was towards the end of a project when paper work was being finalized and filed.

Her regular File Jockey, Joel, caught her attention with a wave and pointed to her office. Glancing over she could see a women in a suit standing in her office. She felt her heart skip a beat and forced herself to remain calm as she walked to her office and feigned like she hadn't noticed them. "Can I help you? I don't normally take clients in person."

The woman standing in her office turned at the sound of her voice, a strand of auburn hair that had come loose from the tight bun behind her head falling just in front of her face. She quickly slid it behind her ear and cleared her throat. Her eyes roamed up and down Laea for a moment and Laea felt a warm blush wash over her for a moment at the sudden intense examination. She quickly shed her backpack, coat and scarf, hanging them up on the classic round style coat and hat stand in the corner before settling behind her desk.

The visitor took a slow breath and sighed sharply, almost in exasperation. She waited until Laea had settled and shut the door, speaking in a clear but controller tone, "Miss Heartford, I have been instructed to brief you on a Special Account. You are to attend to the the Grand Vision Entertainment Theatre this afternoon."

A thick folder was removed from the briefcase sitting in the chair by the door and handed to Laea, "Inside you will find detailed structural designs for the new construction. The client wants and Omega level policy but the Board doesn't feel comfortable dealing with a brand new unknown on such a high policy without strict inspection."

She cleared her throat for a moment before continuing, "You've done good work with clients this year and ensured the board has been kept informed with your achievements. Due to your efforts, the company has only had to cash out on one major policy and even then only because sabotage had occurred. The fact that the client re-enrolled on an even better policy after recovery proves only how exceptional your skills are in the eyes of the Board."

Laea felt herself grow giddy inside, the board had finally noticed her! She had her first Special Account!

The visitor shifted for a moment before continuing, "With this Special Account, The Board expects a full assessment and interview by the end of the quarter. Construction wont begin until next year so they want you to use the full time to make sure all the angles are covered. I trust you understand just how important an Omega level policy is?"

Laea nodded and swallowed in nervous anticipation, Omega level policies were only ever issued to classified private projects, the last time one of these was issued was when the Large Hadron Collider was being constructed.

The visitor nodded, "Excellent, I'll give you privacy to review the Special Account. The file does not leave this office, and is now restricted to your eyes only. Maintenance will be up to install the new door pad in a few moments, it will be coded for only your ID card. The only other reason someone else would enter would be if you were fired. Perform well and you will be added given preference on the next Special Account we receive."

She gathered her belongings and left, nodding to the maintenance crew in their grey jumpsuits. They always looked so stern, so serious. The one who seemed to be in charge, a middle aged looking woman began unpacking a laptop and gave direction to a strong looking man who began installing her new door pad.

She stared at him for a little too long, her mind wandering for a moment, 'I wonder what his strong hands might feel like...', wrapped around her wrists, pinning her down, almost too tight. She realized she had sighed out loud at the throat clear from the supervisor.

Her strict glare sent a shiver down Laea back that went straight to her core, 'Then again...' Her mind's eye couldn't help but envision the supervisor encased in a tight corset, a riding crop in one hand and a wicked smile on her face.

Laea shook herself from her fantasy and cleared her throat looking straight down at her phone, pretending to check her email. She daren't look up until she heard the Supervisor clear her throat again and hold out a clipboard, "We're done, sign here and we'll be out of your hair"

She quickly signed and handed it back to the supervisor, her fingertips lingers for just a moment, the supervisor catching her eye and giving her another look that sent another jolt through her. She squirmed for a moment as the moisture seeped into her panties.

The crew left and the door closed with a solid click, the door bolt latching into place, leaving Laea alone in quiet office, the soft hum of her computer the only sound.

She looked down at her prize, the thick folder seeming to loom on her desk, radiating authority. Embossed on the front were the words Project Jasmine, 'Funny,' she thought, 'Thats what my Proprietor always calls me...'

She swallowed, taking a calming breath and picked it up, flicking it open, as she did so, an envelop fell from the folder.

On her desk was a crisp white envelope. On the front, inscribed in an elegant script, were the words, "A Jasmine for the Rock Star."

She froze for a moment, staring at it. How had that gotten there? An envelope from her Proprietor was sitting on her desk. Just how powerful were they to be able to do this. Were they involved with the project? Or had they simply paid someone off to put the envelope in the folder. Either one required a considerable amount of pull.

Her mind's eye flashed back to a few weeks ago when she had received the first message on her social media page. It had started with a secret admirer sending her money for modeling pictures, as time progressed so did the payment size...along with the requested acts. Every time she put herself into a situation, she felt her urges grow stronger, she loved the risk, the thrill, the danger.

Her hands, shaking now in anticipation instead of nervousness, picked it up and carefully opened it and began to read it careful, taking in every, single word and committing it to memory.

'Dearest Jasmine, within is contained directions to a hotel nearby where you will be working. I have booked room 209 for us. Don what you find within and follow the instructions provided. Be ready and waiting for me by 1PM.'

She let out a long slow breath and felt her center tremble, his boldness bringing a dangerous new angle to their relationship. As custom, she destroyed the letter after reading, putting it through the shredder in her office. The Special Account would have to wait, she had a meeting to attend.

She glanced at the clock, it was 11:30AM now, her destination was a good 30 minutes travel across the city by car. She wouldn't have long to get ready once she arrived. She locked the file in her desk and gathered her belongings, hurrying out of the building to catch a cab.

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Her Proprietor had given her direction to attend a room in an upscale hotel, empty when she arrived, the only things in the room were the items laid out for her to don and a note written in the usual elegant script, informing her to be ready and waiting for use.

Her eyes drifted over the items laid out and she felt a wave flow over her, heat and moisture triggered at the thoughts of the events to come. Before her were a set of grey silk bindings for her wrists and ankles, accompanied by a black blindfold. Laid next to the bindings was his calling card, a Jasmine flower.

At the end of the bed was a group of items covered by a small towel. She knew better than to peak, but she could just make out the shape of some of the items. She felt a blush cross her chest as she noted the obvious phallic shape of one item, a strange broom like shape of another and small bump that sounded metallic when she sat on the bed to begin undressing. The other items were unidentifiable, hidden by various shifts and flows in the towel.

She began to undress, feeling another shiver run through her as she did so. This was crazy, she was giving herself to a stranger, well sort of a stranger. They had spoken extensively online during their other transactions, but always as text, always through aliases. Her Proprietor had never been this direct before. She shivered again, the room slightly feeling cold as she removed her thick winter clothes. She felt herself relax after a few minutes as she grew accustomed to the temperature.

She bathed quickly to ensure she was in pristine condition, a show of respect they both followed enthusiastically. She felt almost innocent as she stepped out of the bathroom, drying her hair enough to not give her a chill. She stopped before the bed and looked at the items again, swallowing and steadying her nerves.

She reached out to the bed, finger touching the silk bonds secured to the bed already. She slid onto the bed and carefully attached the straps around her ankles, making sure they were snug but not so tight that it cut off the blood flow. She laid back and wrapped her left wrist with the strap and gave it a sharp hard tug, the spring clip on the cuff came free as designed. A safety precaution in case things went too far, beyond her control. Nothing had ever occurred like that, but it made her feel safe, yet excited to know she was in control of just how far it would go. It gave her freedom to push her limits...to take that extra risk.

She donned the blindfold, the world slipping into darkness and attached the straps to her wrists. It was a little tricky to attach the last wrap with one hand, but she was practiced at this and knew it well. All she could do now was lay and wait. Almost entirely at her Proprietor's mercy.

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She had never met the person who gave her these instructions, but when she followed as directed, she was always treated to the most memorable of nights. It was hard to tell whom it was that engaged her in these monthly endeavors, their hands and body felt smooth, yet athletic, suggesting youthful male but still flexible and gentle at times, reminiscent of a well verse feminine touch. Perfectly manicured, yet never interacting in a way that indicated gender. Mouth, hands, tongues, toys and more, yet never enough to inform on gender.

She heard the soft click of the door to the room as the swipe card granted entrance, the air stirring once more as the presence entered. She could feel their gaze fall upon her, quiet yet intrigued. She heard a soft groan of appreciate at the sight before them.

Her body lay prone on the bed, there something exquisite about the feel of the silk bindings tight against her wrists as she tested the strength of her bonds. Her vision dark from the blindfold laid across her eyes, obscuring her most favored sense. She felt her skin shiver from the cool breeze that passed across her, goosebumps rising in anticipation of what may be to come.

She heard the floor quietly creak as her companion moved to the foot of the bed, the soft click as their fingers touched the devices of intimate pleasures she had laid-out for their indulgence. She felt a blush rise as always, at the thought of being so vulnerable and exposed to someone she knew so little about. That she so willingly put herself into these potentially dangerous situations.

Not every meeting had been all pleasure for her, no some had involved a surprising amount of pain. Yet the pleasure that accompanied it was more than enough to make it worth the risk. It kept her fresh, on her toes, wanting yet more, waiting for the one time the pain just might out weigh the pleasure.

She was jolted from her revelry as she felt warm breath across her cool toes, cascading down the top of her instep, tickling her ankles ever so lightly. She felt herself squirm, softly biting her lip to hinder the inevitable whimpers that would be elicited from her.

Once more the breath was felt, higher this time, washing over her shins and knee, barely reaching her thighs. She squirmed once more, restrained as it was, she did not wish to express just how eager she was, not quite yet. She knew the best interactions came to those who were patient.

She felt finger tips skim across her abdomen, reaching up from her navel, tantalizing her nerves with the exquisite feeling of a mysterious touch. As the fingertips reached the valley of her breasts, it lifted once more, feeling the heat of the strangers hand pass over her firm breast, her breath catching in her throat.

The feeling only got more intense with every visit, the not knowing how her visitor would interact with her. She was unsure if this person was even the one who had contacted her to begin with. It could be some random stranger off the street, or a client from a seedy escort service. The shroud of mystery only enticed her more.

The fingertips returned once more to her yearning skin, stroking across her face for a moment, tracing her features as it went. They found her cheek, her smooth jawline, gradually down her throat, pressing ever so slightly, adding a hint of danger to the situation. It sent shivers through her, the tingling of anticipation spreading across her skin.

The fingertips lifted once more and she sensed movement, heard the soft creak of leather and a lifting of weight from the presentation of tools upon the bed.

She couldn't stop the jolt of fear that shot through her when she felt the cold leather straps rest against her abdomen, being slowly dragged down between her legs. The chill sent yet more electrifying tingles through her skin, enticing her most intimate areas to awaken.

She felt the word rise from her throat without thinking of the consequences, it was only but a whisper, dancing upon the still air of the room. "Please..."

The leather withdrew, an almost agonizing pause before a sharp tear of air was heard, the thick silence shattered by the sound of leather against flesh. The pain seared across her flesh, leaving an intense burning for a moment, the floggers hellish kiss leaving marks across her skin.

She hissed through gritted teeth as the flogger licked her again and again in swift strokes. After what seemed like eternity, she was forced to utter a single word. "Jasmine".

Her safe word used, the boundary made clear, the rain of fire abated and the tool was withdrawn, set aside, its hunger fulfilled for now. She could feel the heat radiating from her tormented skin like an incandescent flame. She groaned in pleading, yearning for relief.

She felt the air rush from her lungs in a gasp as an ice cube was placed in the center of her abdomen. It slowly began to spiral outwards from the center, encompassing all it touched in its icy aura. Though the movements were gentle, the intense cold upon her torrid flesh made her muscles shudder, eliciting a moan from her lips.

The chilling touch was removed, the opposing forces of hot and cold settling into a mild glow on her body. She always felt so alive in this moment. The unknown, would there be pleasure? Would there be pain? Would it stop entirely?

A sudden drop of ice water engulfed her erect nipple and she shivered, her breath escaped from her in a ragged breath. Another drop on the other side, another ragged breath. Her muscles tensed as the cold circled each of her nipples, pressing gently against the center.

The cold was withdrawn once again, her tender buds numb for a moment.

Her ears pricked at the sound of something small and metallic moving. What was it? What was about to be inflicted upon her?

As the sensation began to return to her cool skin, she felt the sharp bite of the clamp as it was eased around her stiff nipple. The connecting chain dragging across her skin as the clamp's twin was attached to the other peak. She squeezed her hands into fists as she felt the grip adjusted and tightened to almost too much.

The presence moved away and she once against felt a breeze flow across her moistening lips, feeling her nectar bead and slowly trickle down the dark cleft of her buttocks. She knew the visitor could tell how excited she was, she could smell the odor of raw lust drifting from herself. Her anticipation only grew further.

Warmth flowed over her center as something lightly brushed her mons. It was smooth and round, but she couldn't tell if there was any length to it. It carefully slid over her blossoming lips, coating itself in the excitement gathered there.

It paused at her entrance for a moment, the surprisingly warm surface tantalizing her with unexpected sensations. The sphere stayed still, waiting for its moment, the vulnerability of when she was forced to relax her tense muscles and it slid forth with little resistance. A low moan was pulled from her as it forged a path into her, settling deep within her. Another soon joined the first, its uneven, yet smooth texture making her muscles clench in an unpredictable fashion. They sat snug together and she could not help but give them an experimental squeeze, feeling them shift and tantalize her with every clench.