Rush

her face all that
     she and Gabe had done the night before.
    For a long moment she sat on the closed toilet seat while the shower ran, just needing
     a few minutes to collect herself. She was sore. She’d never had a marathon sex session
     before. Her encounters had always been a great deal slower and one orgasm for all.
    Gabe had taken her four times over the course of the night. At the very end he’d apologized
     gruffly, like it pained him to do it. There was genuine regret in his eyes. He said
     he wanted to be more gentle with her, to keep his promise to go slow in the beginning,
     but that he couldn’t hold back, that he wanted her too much.
    Was that supposed to upset her?
    Having a man be so crazy for her that he couldn’t control himself wasn’t exactly a
     bad thing. He hadn’t hurt her. Yes, she was sore. She had marks and small bruises
     from his hands and his mouth. But she’d loved every minute of it even if she’d spent
     most of the time completely overwhelmed.
    She got into the shower and stood, allowing the hot water to rush over her face. Mindful
     that Gabe was already dressed and ready to go, she quickly washed her hair and soaped
     her body before climbing out to wrap a towel around her.
    It was then she realized she hadn’t brought her clothing in with her. She didn’t even
     know what Gabe had done with the bag the night before. After wrapping her hair in
     a towel, she opened the door to peek out.
    Gabe was sitting on the bed, her clothing laid out next to him. As she moved toward
     him, he picked up a pair of panties and dangled them off the end of his finger.
    “You won’t have need for these,” he said.
    Her eyes widened.
    “No panties at work. They’ll just get in the way,” he said, his eyes gleaming as he
     stared at her.
    She glanced at the skirt and top on the bed, and then back at Gabe. “I can’t wear
     a skirt and no underwear!”
    He lifted an eyebrow. “You’ll do as I want, Mia. That’s the agreement.”
    “Oh dear God. What if someone sees?”
    He laughed. “How will they see unless you show them? I want to look at you and know
     you’re wearing nothing underneath this skirt. And it makes it much easier to just
     hike it up and slide my dick into your pussy.”
    She swallowed. She’d realized that her job was a front. A means for Gabe to have her
     at his beck and call during work hours. But she hadn’t quite counted on him wanting
     sex in his office. The idea of someone walking in on them made her want to crawl under
     the bed and hide.
    “And Mia, that’s every day. No underwear. If you wear them anytime you’re with me,
     I’ll take them off and you’ll wear my handprint on your pretty behind.”
    Her entire body tingled in reaction. She stared wordlessly back at him, shocked by
     the fact she was aroused by the idea of him spanking her. What kind of a freak did
     that make her?
    He collected her skirt, top and bra and held them out to her.
    “Better get moving. We leave in half an hour.”
    Numbly, Mia took the clothing and hurried back to the bathroom, her mind alive with
     images of Gabe fucking her in his office. Of his hand on her ass. It troubled her
     that she wasn’t as horrified as she
should
be. While she certainly didn’t want anyone popping in unannounced when Gabe had her
     bent over his desk, the
idea
that they could be discovered at any moment excited her.
    What the hell was wrong with her?
    She dressed and nearly died when she pulled on the skirt over her bare bottom. It
     just felt weird not to have underwear on. Notthat a thong offered much more protection than a pair of panties, but even having
something
covering her was better than nothing.
    She dried her hair and brushed it out. There wasn’t much hope for it this morning,
     and she didn’t have time to mess with it, so she twisted it into a knot and put on
     a large clip to secure it. After applying enough makeup to cover the smudges under
     her eyes, she took a deep breath and inspected her reflection in the mirror.
    She wouldn’t win any beauty pageants, but she’d do.
    After brushing her teeth and applying her lip gloss, she left the bathroom to retrieve
     her shoes from the bed. She stuffed her clothing from the night before in her overnight
     bag and then left the bedroom in search of Gabe.
    He was standing at the bar in the kitchen drinking a glass of juice. When he saw her,
     he emptied the rest of the contents of the glass and put it in the sink.
    “All