Chapter 8

The first day of week 2 didn’t show any surprises. Lydia was there when he arrived and had welcomed him with an open mouth so to say, just like she had done every day of the first week. Marc started to feel more comfortable with the fact that Lydia was here to stay and was pretty sure she was not something that would be taken away from him

When he came back to the office on Monday, Marc had wanted to talk to her about Friday, to see how the events would affect their relationship going forward but she hadn’t brought anything up and so he had not said anything either. It wasn’t that there hadn’t been any opportunities. He could have asked her when she had his cock in her mouth in the morning but it didn’t feel like the time to disturb her as she couldn’t answer. Another option had been during his massage but hadn’t felt like that was the time for serious talk. And then, well there had been the moment at the end of the day that she had her tongue deep inside his ass, but he had no interest in talking at that moment. She had cut her nail after he had asked her and so that part was like ecstasy to him since then.

So Monday went by and things were the same. Sure, he could have asked her at any time, but part of him was hoping she would say anything, but she hadn’t. And now the day was gone and so it would have to wait till Tuesday.

Tuesday started like Monday and all was going well. Marc still wanted to talk so he picked a random time in the morning and carefully started the conversation.

“About Friday, are you ok? No regrets I hope.”, Marc asked.

“Sir, I am here to please, if it pleases you, then I am pleased.”, Lydia replied.

“You know what I mean, for real. I don’t want to mess things up for you.”, Marc said and his voice showed concern.

“Sir, I have one regret and that is not putting on a show for you with the champagne bottle. But we can fix that this Friday”. Lydia had her usual feisty sarcasm in her voice.

“I’m not a little girl and don’t worry about me, my body can handle a bit of roughness.”, Lydia continued and pointed her finger at him like a school teacher, “and why do you assume I would not like it that rough? So don’t ask again Sir, it is not for you to worry about.”

Marc was still not sure but he got his answer and went back into his office, just before he closed the door he heard Lydia say, “Now close some deals, because it is Friday before you know it.”

Maybe it was this conversation, or maybe it was coincidence, but a few hours later Marc made a costly mistake that he wouldn’t realize till the next day.

The remainder of the Tuesday went like the previous days and Marc was unaware of the surprise that the next day would bring.

Wednesday had started pretty normal. Lydia looked like any other day. Her hair on her shoulders, little make-up, and the white blouse and black skirt were similar. There seemed to be some variants in the type of blouse and skirt, but that was all the variation there was. No accessories, no rings, necklace, or jewelry, and just a hair band on her wrist to keep her hair up if needed.

Marc had almost asked her to skip the morning blowjob as he had business on his mind but seeing her had changed his mind or at least his penis’ mind as it was ready for action.

Lydia was sitting in front of him on her knees. Unlike the restroom, the thick carpet was much kinder to her knees. Her eyes were open and was looking up at Marc, but he was looking at his phone.

Her eyes were put in bedroom mode as Marc called it, looking sensual and warm. Her mouth was moving up and down on his cock in smooth motions, supported by her right hand that was cupped around his cock. Every so often, she would use her tongue to tickle the side and top, just enough to keep him hard and interested. She had learned that only when he put his phone down to get into it more seriously.

“Fuck, fuck fuck”, Marc pulled his chair back and that caused his cock to leave Lydia’s mouth with an audible pop. Marc was staring at his phone.

“Just leave”, Marc said with little compassion for her, “I need to deal with this.”

Lydia got up and wiped the corner of her mouth almost instinctively, even though Marc hadn’t finished in her mouth yet. “What happened?”

Marc sighed. “Remember those options we sold yesterday to Bausman?”

Lydia remembered. It was a very large number and he had said that it was a strange deal as he rarely sold to another firm directly.

“It was a good deal, Sir. It had been stagnant and it made almost 30 cents on the dollar. Keeping it longer was losing money, you said.”

“Well today they are blocked as there is a buy option from a Japanese company and they will be worth double now.”, Marc said, “That didn’t even seem on the radar, there was nothing that indicated that.”

Lydia thought she was pretty sure it would be illegal to know, but also was aware that very little that happened on this business level was 100% legal. She mentioned it anyway.

“Is that illegal?”

Marc didn’t respond, but instead threw his phone at the couch and continued to curse.

“This day is fucked.” Marc screamed out in anger. “No clue how I am going to explain this in my reports.”

Lydia had not seen him this angry. Telling him they still made money would not have helped and only would have made him angrier. It was the defeat and the loss of more money that made him angry.

“Can I propose something to maybe help you relax?” Lydia interrupted his rage.

Marc looked at her. He tried to smile but his emotions didn’t let him.

“I appreciate it, but I don’t think I can sit still or enjoy a massage.” He was trying to sound friendly but his frustration was clear.

“Is there anything you can do to change it?” Lydia asked.

It was a fair question, Marc thought, but he wasn’t really in the head space to think clearly.

“Doubt it”, was all he could say.

“Ok”, Lydia said. “Let’s take 30 minutes and see if we can get you out of this. I think I know just the thing. I am sure after that, you can do something amazing and turn all this around.”

Marc wanted to get angry. No, he wasn’t horny and didn’t want to fuck right now. He thought the quickest way was just going to have her propose her idea, say no, have her leave and sit in his office, and break something into a thousand pieces. That’s all he wanted to do.

Lydia had walked over to one of the cabinets, the one next to his clothes. She opened the door and showcased the insights to Marc.

“Pick your poison, Sir. I believe it will help turn this around.”, Lydia said.

Marc took a step closer. Those were not cleaning supplies, he thought. Inside the closet, hanging on different hooks were a set of tools. Some he recognized, some he didn’t.

“Is that a riding crop?”, Marc asked, looking at Lydia.

“Yes Sir, if you mean this one.”, she pointed to one near the middle.

“Let me show what we have, they are sort of in order of eh, effectiveness.”, Lydia explained.

She picked up this first tool from the left.

“This is a flogger, it is more of a massage tool I would say. Probably not suitable for what we are trying to do. More of a fun Friday toy I would say.”

She placed it back and just pointed to the next one.

“This is a paddle. More of a toy for a naughty bar. It looks worse than it feels. Maybe if we put spikes on it, we can consider it in the future.”

She lifted the riding crop next.

“It is a real one, like for horses. The more force you put on it, the more impact it has. It will leave a good tan with some effort.”

Marc thought he was looking at a sales pitch, but she managed to keep him both interested and distracted from the work issue.

“The next two are sort of similar”, said Lydia as she took out a wooden thin cane and a rubber switch. “Each hit should leave a red or blue mark if you do it right and use it long enough and it will make anybody cry.”

She kept both in her hand and put her hand on the last one in the closet.

“This looks like a bullwhip, but it is closer to a Roman whip for slaves in the Colosseum. It is tricky to use. And you see those metal pieces at the end? Yes, very sharp, and every hit it will draw blood and pretty easy to do some serious damage or kill somebody with it...”

Marc looked and yes it looked deathly. He wondered why she had put it there.

Lydia seemed to anticipate his question. “It is better if there is always something to fear. It keeps one on their toes. We probably should add one of your old belts to the collection, to make it more personal. But yeah, add whatever you feel might be fun.”