Chapter 1: Introduction
Marykate sighed, unable to contain her elation as she logged out of her computer. Staving off Monday’s boredom was no cup of tea, but it was well behind her now. With a deliberate flourish, she tossed her pen and phone into her purse and pushed back from her desk. “Ta-da!” Marykate declared dramatically, flinging her arms wide.
She surveyed her workspace one last time, taking in the familiar stacks of papers, her keyboard, and the obligatory office plants casting their beguiling shadows.
While the tidy cubicle was her sanctuary, the allure of the water cooler gossip proved too much to resist. The thought of joining her colleagues halfway across the room lured her from behind her desk with the promise of trivial tales and maybe, just maybe, a chance to catch sight of Nick.
Nick’s green eyes made her heart flutter as they met hers, unveiling a captivating contrast to his short, dark hair.
It didn’t take long for Marykate to realize that her heart raced for him. He was her ultimate distraction from the dreary mundanity of her nine-to-five life. She couldn’t help but steal glances whenever she could, wondering what went on behind those enticing eyes and how it felt to be under his spell.
Marykate couldn’t deny her attraction. Every line in the predictable scripts they’d recite to each other as coworkers echoed with new meaning. While she never intended her little crush to become anything more than her secret, she was a loyal girlfriend.
Her romantic life was as dull as her office wardrobe: safe, reliable, and utterly familiar. The thrill of something new with Nick was a temptress eager to lure her from the well-worn path.
Allowing herself a moment to indulge her wandering thoughts, Marykate reveled in the secret, carnal fantasies she'd entertained since first meeting Nick. Flushed and breathless, she returned to reality just in time to save herself from an imminent stumble. She couldn’t believe how her body reacted. She truly was innocent with no intent to ever be unfaithful to her vanilla boyfriend.
But her body betrayed her; her blood raced and her cheeks flushed as she watched Nick bent over the copier. She became so distracted she clumsily
bumped into a chair as he walked by.
"You alright?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her flustered appearance.
"Oh! Yes, sorry," she muttered, flashing him a sheepish, embarrassed smile. "I guess I'm still getting used to this new job."
"Well, you're doing great," he reassured her, flashing his own easy, disarming smile. "But if you need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask."
Marykate was at a loss for words. He reached out his hand to help her up and she gratefully accepted, feeling her body responding to his touch. She caught her breath as he held her hand, feeling the warmth of his fingertips spread through her. She had never been this vulnerable in front of anyone before and it was both exhilarating and terrifying.
"I'm fine, really," she stammered out, pulling away from him, her heart pounding in her ears. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had never felt this kind of attraction before, and it was almost overwhelming.
“oh it looks like your pants may have ripped” nick said in a friendly but respectful tone.
Marykate took a moment to process his words, her heart skipping a beat before she realized the truth. She reached down to her lap, finding a small tear in her pants almost immediately.
Embarrassment coursed through her veins like fire as her body reacted to Nick’s nearness and his comment. She looked down at the tear in her tight black pants at the crotch that now showed the edge of the satin lace pink panties she wore under neath.
Her breath caught in her throat, both humiliated by her wardrobe malfunction and oddly titillated that it happened in front of Nick.
Nick’s face was a picture of innocence as he looked at the tear, not a hint of insinuation. But Marykate knew better. The way his eyes darted down to her exposed crotch and lingered there just long enough sent a tremor up her spine.
“I’m so embarrassed!” Marykate exclaimed, fumbling to cover her exposed pantyline with her hands.
Nick chuckled warmly, taking a small step back, but the damage was already done. Marykate couldn’t help but feel a flood of warmth spread through her face as she looked at him.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he reassured her, trying to keep his tone and posture neutral to hide his amusement. “It happens to the best of us.
I think I have a safety pin in my desk if you want to fix it,” Nick offered.
Marykate couldn’t help but notice the mischievous glint in his eye as he spoke. Her heart raced even faster at the thought of him fixing her ripped pants, and she knew she should say no—she had a boyfriend, after all—but somehow, she just couldn’t bring herself to resist the allure of his offer.
“Sure, that would be great. Thank you,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
She followed Nick back to his desk, each step taking her further from the safety of her cubicle and closer to the tantalizing prospect of Nick repairing her pants. She wasn’t naive; she knew what this could mean and that it was dangerous territory. But there was a part of her that couldn’t resist the power he wielded over her.
As they walked, Nick steered Marykate subtly towards an empty conference room. They entered, and he closed the door behind them. She sat on the edge of the table.
“remove your hand let me see the tear.” Nick said, grabbing a safety pin.
Marykate hesitated for a moment, her heart racing. She knew this was an intimate act, even if it was a small one. But her curiosity got the better of her. With a shaky breath, she shifted back on the table, allowing her legs to swing open just enough for him to reach the torn seam. The cool air caressed her skin beneath the satin material, making her breathing hitch from the excitement and nervousness creeping up her spine.
To make her embarrassment worse, she noticed her crotch had grown damp as Nick began to inspect the damage.
He carefully leaned in, his face mere inches from the most intimate part of her body. She felt a shiver of anticipation, her heart pounding faster as he slid his fingers towards the tear.
He pulled the safety pin free, his gaze never leaving hers. His thumb brushed against her dampness, causing her to gasp. She felt a heat sweep through her, starting at her core and spreading throughout the rest of her body. He noticed the reaction and raised an eyebrow, giving her a smirk that sent another wave of desire coursing through her.
"You're quite responsive, aren't you, Marykate?" he asked, almost teasing.
She swallowed hard, feeling the all-too-familiar warmth flood her cheeks. She had never been more embarrassed, yet her crotch grew damper.
Nick quickly pinned the pants back together, but not before his hand grazed her panty line a few more times
. A shiver went through her each time their bodies met.
It was official. Marykate's vanilla sex life with her boyfriend was no longer enough.
He looked up, giving her a wink. "There, all fixed!"
Marykate tried desperately to compose herself as she slid off the table. "Thank you," she murmured, as she hurried to the door. She could still feel the imprint of his touch lingering on her skin.
After that moment, Marykate started noticing things about Nick that she had previously overlooked. But then she noticed something else equally as embarrassing- not only were his fingers wet from fixing her pants, she had left a small damp spot on his desk from where she sat, which to her fright, Nick was now noticing as well.
He rubbed his fingers together, clearly surprised at the dampness between them, and looked over at the spot on his desk. Marykate's cheeks flushed the deepest shade of red she'd ever experienced. She stuttered an apology, attempting to wipe the spot away with a tissue amid her embarrassment before darting out the door, giving Nick a wave as she left.
Once in the safety of her cubicle, Marykate couldn't help but reflect on this incident. Had it been so obvious that she was aroused by him?
With her heart still thundering, she couldn’t help but wonder just how awkward this was about to be whenever they’d cross paths again.
Though her first instinct was to avoid Nick at all costs—not only to preserve the equilibrium at work but also to stop herself from turning red every time their eyes met—she knew she couldn’t escape the growing tension.
In fact, the more time she spent trying to keep her distance from him, the more present he seemed to be.
There was no escape. Nick seemed to be everywhere, and every time she caught sight of him her heart skipped a beat.
It wasn't until a few days later that she finally gathered the courage to face him again. She mustered up every ounce of her professionalism and approached his desk.
“H-hi, Nick,” she stammered nervously. “I, um, I just wanted to say that I’m really sorry about the other day.
I...” Marykate trailed off, unsure of what to say as she stood there, her palms sweating.
Nick raised an eyebrow, curious as to what she was apologizing for. “Apologize for what, Marykate?” he asked, his voice tinged with intrigue and perhaps a hint of excitement.
“For, y’know, getting all flustered and you know ... making a mess ,” she stammered, blushing deeply.
Nick’s face remained stoic, but his eyes twinkled mischievously. “Oh, that,” he said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Don’t worry about it. I think we both know it was a bit more than just that.” Marykate’s heart skipped another beat, a wave of heat flooding her cheeks. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Had he really noticed her attraction to him as well?
The thought made her pulse quicken, and she felt suddenly breathless. "Marykate," Nick said, his voice soft, "I think we both felt that spark. And I think you and I both know that something needs to happen."
Her heart hammered in her chest at the implication. Was he asking her out or hinting towards something more? Either way, she knew she couldn't say no.
She nodded slowly, unable to tear her gaze away from his. "Look I…I’m flattered but…I have a boyfriend I ," she whispered meekly.
Her tone was laced with unspoken conflict, desperate to remain loyal while also entranced by the man before her.
"That’s alright, Marykate," Nick replied with a soft smile, easing the tension perched between them. "I’m not trying to push you into anything you're not comfortable with. I just wanted to be honest about how I feel, that’s all. We can just continue to be friends, if that’s what you prefer."
His understanding words served as both a relief and a disappointment. Yet she felt she had dodged an awkward situation, and could resume her vanilla life.
“that said it looks like your body thinks differently.” Nick gentle teased, gesturing to Mary Kate’s clearly erect nipples protruding aggressive thru her bra and work top. She was once again flush with embarrassment , averting her eyes downward and tightly crossing her arms in front of her chest, trying to minimize their perceptibility.
“Nick, please,” she mumbled, not wanting to bring further unwanted attention towards herself; yet, at the same time, feeling a secretive thrill of excitement knowing his gaze was on her.
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, “Don’t worry, Mary Kate. I won’t tell anyone. Besides, I kind of like it. I like knowing that I affect you this way.
Or rather, that I can make you feel this way," he said, his lips curling upwards in slight amusement. "But I'm not going to push you. I know you're with someone else."
"I guess I've just never felt this way before," Marykate admitted in a whisper. "It's so confusing for me."
Nick put his hand on her shoulder. "Well, if you ever want to explore these feelings, then I'm here for you," he said with a knowing smile.
without another word Nick pulled her close and they locked eyes. Marykate felt his cold hand slither down the front of her work trousers. She remained frozen.
Staring back into his eyes, she knew she shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t let this happen. But the heat building inside her was undeniable.
Her treacherous body begged for his touch to continue, to explore deeper and further. And when he slid a cold finger began to tease thr soaked fabric of her thong, Marykate couldn’t stop the tiny gasp from escaping her lips.
His lips curved upwards into a knowing smile. The warmth of his breath fanned her cheek as he leaned in closer still. Part of her was shocked at her own body's reaction, and her mind raced to justify it—she hadn’t gotten any sexual release in days, and there was just something about how confidently and comfortably he wore the taboo aura that suddenly enveloped them.
Nick's finger traced shapes along her thong until the material itself began to soak up her wetness.
With his touch, Marykate felt an intoxicating cocktail of guilt, excitement, and thrill of forbidden desire surging through her.
"You’re a naughty wet little girl Marykate," Nick whispered hoarsely,
as he pressed the fabric more firmly against her. It took everything she had not to moan. "You know you want me to feel it, don’t you?”
She nodded slowly, biting her lip in a vain attempt to hold back her whimper.
This whole encounter was a dizzying blur. Part of her tried to convince herself to push him away—she was a in a relationship, after all, but the other half screamed for her to surrender herself to the new and forbidden sensations coursing through her veins.
“you know you’re not normally my type.
But I can’t resist the allure of someone as tempting as you,” Nick growled, low and husky, as his hand expertly explored her through the soaked fabric of her thong.
Marykate’s throat went dry as her heart began pounding faster than ever. She knew there was no turning back now. A damning mix of excitement and guilt swelled within her as she acquiesced to his touch and leaned her body in closer against his.
“You small town average vanilla girls I think are actually the kinkiest little sluts. Just whores begging to be freed by the right man. Is that you marykate?” Nick whispered, toying with her panties more.
His words sent a shiver running down her spine.
Marykate knew she shouldn’t entertain those thoughts, but the thrill of his touch and the forbidden nature of their encounter fueled her desires. She found herself nodding in agreement.
Her lack of verbal response only served to encourage Nick further as his fingers explored deeper in an attempt to satisfy her growing need. Marykate’s breath hitched as she surrendered to her mounting desire while her mind raced with a tempestuous mix of guilt and pleasure.
“answer me .” Nick commanded softly, pressing her her mound more.
The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure-fuelled guilt right through Marykate, and her chest tightened. She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded slowly in response. It was like she was watching herself from afar: her body responded on its own, and she felt like she had no control.
”No, not even nearly,” Nick murmured, pressing on the fabric more.
Marykate’s breath caught— was he testing her honesty, or was his interest genuinely piquing?
—as she stammered out a half-hearted, “I... I don’t know.”
His lips quirked upwards into a knowing smirk, and Marykate couldn’t help the wave of blush that flooded her cheeks.
“I…I only have ever had sex with my boyfriend, I really don’t know anything about sex I …I…” marykate stammered weakly.
A hint of a smile tugged at Nick’s lips. “That’s okay, marykate. I am here to teach you, make you discover yourself” Nick said, his voice husky and reassuring at the same time. His hand had never left her panties, gently massaging her through the soaked fabric in slow, teasing circles. “You’re a blank canvas and we’re going to paint erotic illustrations on to it, starting with the color of your juices right now” Nick explained, as if this was the most normal work conversation ever.
“I have a boyfriend I…” marykate tried to protest.
“And you are sexually pleased by him. You need a really daddy to teach you don’t you slut?” Nick said.
"I'm not here to replace your boyfriend. But I can guide you to explore your intimacy at work, if that's what you want," he offered with an enigmatic smile.
Marykate leaned back rigidly as the weight of her intimacy at work sunk in. Her heart thundered in her chest as a sudden chill settled upon her. In that brief moment, she was consumed by self-consciousness as flashbacks of their previous encounter flashd through her mind. Her desire warred with her loyalty, creating a Tsunami of confusion within her.
She wasn’t the type to cheat, but Nick brought a thrilling allure that made her fantasize about him in ways she never did before.
She tried to ignore the burning flame inside her as she stammered out the only thing her conflicted mind could utter, "I-I don’t know what I want." Her voice was barely recognizable, hoarse and laden with guilt, longing, and arousal.
Nick removed his hand from her pants and gently brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Hey, it's alright," he whispered. He licked MaryKate’s juices from his fingers. “Delicious….but if you don’t want this, you don’t have to have it. But if you do. Well, then how about this. By end of day there will be a package on your desk with an outfit and an address. If you want to be daddy’s little slut In 3 days at 8pm you’ll meet me at that address in that outfit. And the first words you’ll say “teach me to be your slut daddy”. Okay little girl?” Nick asked, his tone gentle.
Marykate nodded, still dazed by the whirlwind of sensations and emotions coursing through her. She felt both relieved and disappointed - relieved that she wouldn’t have to make a decision right now, but disappointed at the prospect of missing out on the thrilling experiences that Nick had promised.
“Great,” Nick said, flashing her a reassuring smile. “Now, I have to get back to work.
See you around, Marykate.” And with that, he strolled away, leaving her feeling
confused, aroused, and intrigued. Marykate took a deep breath to calm herself, and then returned to her desk.
As the clock ticked closer to five, Marykate tried to focus on her work but found herself wondering about the mysterious package. Had Nick really left it for her? Was she seriously considering going through with this?
All it would take was a detour to the mailroom on her way out, she thought.
Still, nerves clawed at her stomach, casting doubt in her mind about the surprising turn of events that had unfolded the previous day. To complicate matters, she noticed Nick glancing her way several times as they each worked on their respective tasks. Somehow, it gave her an odd sense of exhilaration, reminding her of his presence and the promise of the encounter that awaited her.
Finally, the workday came to an end. Marykate gathered her belongings with purpose, knowing her heart would only race harder if she dawdled any longer.
The moment she steadied her nerves, she stepped out from behind her cubicle and strode to the mailroom. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she looked around furtively, almost expecting someone to catch on to her secret plans.
As she reached the mailroom, her eyes scanned the dozens of packages scattered haphazardly on the shelves before settling upon one that stood out. A small, discrete box with an envelope sandwiched between two of its folds. She hesitated for a brief second, her heart thrumming wildly, before reaching out and grabbing it. She tore the envelope open and unfolded the piece of paper inside. Her eyes scanned the note, and a hint of a smile appeared on her face, knowing that it was undeniably from Nick.
"Wear this for me, my little slut," it read, the words typed boldly and oozing with that same enigmatic allure that made her pulse race every time he was near.
Marykate's heart skipped a beat as she read the words aloud in her mind.
'Wear this for me, my little slut.' It was a command, a promise, an invitation all rolled into one. She couldn't believe what she was holding in her hands: a note, a package, an opportunity to explore parts of herself she'd never dared to before.
Peeling back the ribbon, she opened the box to reveal an outfit that immediately took her breath away. Folded neatly on top was a robe—sheer, golden tulle adorned with intricate French lace. The delicate pattern resembled roses in full bloom, evoking the timeless beauty of a storybook princess. Beneath the robe lay a matching dress: a striking creation that blended regal elegance with daring sensuality. The bodice was a sweetheart neckline, structured to sculpt her figure, while the rest of the dress cascaded in layers of sheer golden fabric, revealing hints of skin beneath. It was bold, yet magical, a gown worthy of Belle herself.
Marykate lifted the robe first, the fabric impossibly soft and weightless in her hands. As she draped it across her arm, she noticed tiny crystal-like embellishments sewn into the lace, catching the light like drops of dew in the morning sun. The craftsmanship was exquisite, and for a moment, she wondered if Nick could possibly know how much she loved feeling like a sex princess.
Next, she picked up the dress. It was far more revealing than anything she would have chosen for herself, but its elegance made her feel excited rather than shy. The golden fabric flowed like liquid sunlight, and the plunging backline and thigh-high slit added a daring edge that made her cheeks flush.
She could hardly believe what she was seeing, but something about the gift felt purposeful. Nick had chosen this for her, for tonight. She hurried to the mirror, holding the dress up to her body. For the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to indulge in a fantasy, picturing herself as a princess preparing for a secret ball.
When she got home, she finally slipped into the outfit, she felt transformed. The dress clung perfectly in all the right places, the golden hue warming her complexion. She tied the robe loosely at her waist, letting it billow around her as she walked, its flowing train giving her the dramatic elegance of royalty. Her long brown hair tumbled over her shoulders, and she swept it back into a loose half-up style, twisting a few strands into soft curls.
As she moved, the fabrics shifted and shimmered, making her feel as though she was glowing. Standing before the mirror, she barely recognized herself—but she liked this version of Marykate. For once, she wasn’t the average woman with her tidy routine; she was someone extraordinary, stepping into a fairytale.
She glanced back at the empty box, her heart racing with anticipation. If Nick had chosen this for her, she wondered what kind of evening he had planned. She had to meet him.
It wasn't a conscious decision, but rather a magnetic pull that she couldn't ignore. The entire day had been filled with a heady mix of excitement and anxiety, and she couldn't help but feel drawn towards Nick's allure. Every glimpse of him, every subtle word he spoke, sent her flesh tingling with anticipation.
With a determined resolve, she slipped out of her apartment, intent on locating the address he had given her in the crumpled note she found on her desk earlier that day.
she for the first time in her life, decided she wanted to masturbate and she became overwhelmed by varying thoughts of what she had seen and done in the workspace that day.
She found herself once more on the heart-racing trajectory of her newfound fetish-needing the release of tasting Nick's essence like the precious nectar from the flower bud she had discovered within herself. And ultimately, she decided, she deserved the earthy taste that had lingered deliciously on his hands just hours earlier.
As she drove to the address, her heart raced in anticipation, her mind a torrent of mixed emotions...