A dizzying wave of need swept over me, and I sank to my knees, almost without being aware of it. I was hungry; I was horny; I wanted to give myself to him, and wanted him to take me, use me, fill me roughly, possess me. My hands found his jeans, felt hardness beneath them, and instantly I wanted him, needed him, in my mouth, strong hands gripping my head, pushing...

"Oh, no, you don't!" He released me and straightened. "I just spent all this time making waffles and bacon for you, and you're not going to work without eating." He grinned. "Get dressed and eat breakfast."

I gathered up the fallen bra and blouse, pouting, and walked back to the bedroom. I pulled on the panties, then slipped the blouse back on. My nipples were standing painfully hard, and pressed against the thin silky material as I buttoned it over my breasts, bringing a whimper from somewhere inside me.

I came back out and sat at the table. Robin didn't sit as well, the way I'd expected him to; he stood behind me, instead, close enough I could feel his heat, not quite touching me. His nearness drove me crazy; I could hear him breathe, could feel him just behind me as I ate. I wanted badly for him to pull my hair, put his hands on me, anything. I shifted in my chair, moved back slightly, aching to feel the touch of his body, but he shifted with me keeping just barely out of my reach.

My skin was aflame. Every fiber of my being seemed drawn out taut. I felt almost painfully aware of everything around me; every bite of food took an eternity, every motion sent crawling electricity through my body, and through it all burned a voracious need to feel his touch, and he did not touch me. I sensed him, felt the heat of him, and still he did not touch me. By the time I was finished with breakfast, my chest was tight with need, and I couldn't stop the whimpering, mewling sounds...and still he did not touch me.

I rose, and he stepped around me and cleaned up the dishes without a word. I expected him to break the spell then, kiss me and send me on my way, but he didn't; nothing instead but silence and aching need. I gathered my purse and laptop, walked to the door, turned at the last instant to face him. I started to speak, but the barest shake of his head, the tiny smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, stopped me at once. You bastard, a small defiant voice in my head said, you're enjoying this, you love to manipulate my reactions, make me want you and then pull back, you love seeing me this way.

I backed up a half-step under the intensity of his gaze, coming up against the door. And I love it, too. Slowly, deliberately, eyes locked to his, I brought one hand up to my breast, found my nipple where it pressed against the silky smooth fabric of the blouse. I took it in my fingers, and moaned softly my need, then twisted sharply, turning the moan to a cry. His breath caught. I winked at him and grinned, feeling naughty. "I love you, Robin!" Triumphant, I turned, opened the door, and left.

I was still buzzing when I got to the office. The parking garage was beginning to fill up when I arrived, and I had to drive nearly to the top story to find a parking space. My mind hummed as I walked down toward the bridge into the building; I couldn't help savoring that small reaction from Robin. I smiled secretly at my reflection in the mirror on the elevator ride up to my office. My senses felt sharpened, and beneath everything I did, I could feel an electric current of raw sexual energy.

The morning passed in a heady mixture of delicious arousal and sheer torment. My focus was shot; I found myself reading the same account summary over and over, and my mind kept wandering down dark and perverted alleys. Several times, I caught myself unconsciously opening my legs and rocking my hips on my chair. I felt like an animal in heat; my skin crackled and glowed with barely suppressed tension.

I closed my eyes and fantasized about Ranbir, and about Robin, my thoughts exploring what the two of them might be able to do if I gave myself to both of them at the same time. I could almost feel it--Robin standing behind me, not quite touching me, letting me feel his nearness as Ranbir drew close. I could see the predatory look in Ranbir's eye, the animal desire there, so intense I drew away from him, backing into Robin's unmoving body. I imagined Robin's hands shooting out, taking my elbows, pinning them sharply behind my back; my own sudden struggle, frantic, as Ranbir reached for me, tore my blouse open, savage. I could picture myself squirming, helpless in Robin's firm grip, arms drawn back until my elbows almost touched, the blouse hanging open, exposing me to Ranbir's hunger...the feel of Robin hardening behind me, pressing into the cleft of my ass, as Ranbir slowly and methodically stripped me...

My cell phone chirped, startling me out of the fantasy, and I realized my hand had been creeping unbidden down toward my legs. I blinked, momentarily disoriented.

Another chirp. I picked up the phone, breathing hard. Two text messages, both from Robin.

Excuse yourself. Go into the bathroom.

Send me a message when you are there.

I picked up the phone and my purse, feeling flushed and guilty, like a child caught with a hand in the cookie jar. I looked around the office, then slipped out the door and hurried down the hall to comply. I had a feeling what was coming next, and my need prodded me on.

The ladies room was empty-thank God for small blessings. I locked myself in a stall-the same one I'd used several days ago-and pulled out the phone.

Ok. Now what?

A pause. I sat there, nervous, aroused, waiting. When no message came back, I started to wonder if he'd received it. I checked the signal strength, then checked it again.

The minutes dragged on, tormenting me. Had he received the message? Was he still waiting? Was he doing this intentionally? The hard seat beneath me was cold through the thin skirt, and I felt wetness drip down my thigh. Still nothing.

I became aware of my own breathing, there in the silent room. The fabric of my blouse played teasingly over my nipples at every breath, and I felt more wetness roll down my inner thigh as I shifted on the seat.

Still nothing.

I started typing again, convinced he hadn't received my message.

I'm here. What should I do now?

Message sent, I squirmed again. One hand caressed my breast, almost accidentally, warm and firm and round beneath my blouse. I heard a sound, realized it was my own whimper. I crossed my legs, and felt myself tighten with need.

When my phone chirped, the sound was as loud and as jarring as a gunshot. I jumped and fumbled at it, heart hammering.

Put the vibrator inside you. Now.

I rose and slid my panties down to my knees, quickly and clumsily. I took the small egg-shaped toy from my purse and pressed it inside myself, and could not stop the sigh as I closed around it. I was flooded; a trickle of wetness dripped from me and coated my fingers. I moaned softly, the sound amplified by the walls in the small stall.

Done.

This time, the answering message came back immediately.

Turn it on
Highest setting.
Stay still.
Do not come.
Three minutes.

I turned the small wheel on the battery pack. The vibrator came to life, buzzing strongly inside me. I yelped and nearly shot up off the seat; pleasure crashed through me, over and over, each wave bringing greater need with it.

I writhed and squirmed and twitched on the seat, locked in a pitched battle against my own orgasm. My hand slid under my blouse and found my nipple; I pulled and twisted sharply, focused on that sensation, trying to displace the feeling of the vibrator inside me. Wetness flooded out of me, and I closed my eyes and fought.

"Ngggh!" My gasp echoed off the tile walls. My hand clutched and twisted beneath my blouse. I could feel myself beginning to contract around it, orgasm looming, and I closed my eyes more tightly as I fought it off. I shuddered and nearly dropped the cell phone; my fingers quivered as I tapped out a message one-handed.

Please let me come!

The answer chirped back instantly. I knew what it was going to say before I read it.

Absolutely not.
Two minutes remaining.
Do not come.

I choked back a sob. No way no way two minutes there is no way I can take this oh my God I can't do it I'm going to come... I snatched my hand from beneath my blouse and shoved my fist into my mouth, sharp teeth scraping on soft skin. The contractions started again, accompanied by a dizzying wave of pleasure, and I whimpered and moaned and fought against it. Don't you come, Naina, you're not allowed to come...

A wail of frustration and arousal, muffled around my fist. The toy was relentless, unceasing, buzzing and throbbing inside me, torturing me. My vision wavered, and my world shrunk down to nothing more than the wave of pleasure seeking to overthrow me and my fight to hold it back. I felt myself beginning to contract around the vibrator again, and the contraction only amplified the vibration.

"Nnnngh!" I bucked and thrashed again, and my hands fell to my thighs. I pulled my legs apart savagely. My fingers tightened, and my nails dug into the soft skin of my inner thighs; the cell phone, forgotten, tumbled to the floor. Hold it hold it don't come you can do this hold it! My mind flashed back to my fantasy, Robin holding me as Ranbir pressed against me, his hands hard on my breasts, and I nearly lost the struggle. Heat and a rush between my legs, the orgasm almost coming through...

No! The word came out loud, and I flushed. Don't you come! The vibrator buzzed and pounded. I closed my eyes and breathed hard through the sensations. Sweat dripped from my face, and I raised my knees and bent over nearly double. My teeth sank into my leg, just inside my knee...something, anything, to distract me from the vibrator.

My phone, forgotten on the floor, chirped.

My eyes flew open and I stared down uncomprehendingly at the screen.