1. The White Box -- Part 2


    Date: 11/22/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 87.6, Source: sexstories.com

    CHAPTER 4 Monday morning came too soon. I kissed Rita goodbye at my front door, holding her and not wanting to let her go. “I’ll be back tonight, remember and I’ll also see you at nine. Don’t worry, I’m not leaving you.” She kissed me quickly and strode to her car en route to her apartment to dress for work. I closed up the house, placed my briefcase in the passenger seat, and drove the twenty minutes to the office. Brad Elkins was waiting for me. “Great to have you back, sir.” I shook his hand and sat at the security desk to sign for a new building key, elevator card, and new office keys. Dana had taken mine so new locks were needed to maintain security. Once done I walked confidently to the elevator, pressed “9” and sped up to the executive floor. The building was always quiet when I reported to work. Everyone was expected by nine although many arrived closer to 8:30. I always arrived before 8:00. I sifted through the mountain of mail, dumping all the junk as I always did. I attached post-its to some of the important ones and shifted to my email. I was pleased to see that Dana had not been able to crack my password. Most of these were internal memos and, since I’d been away from work for roughly six months, there were plenty to read through. Some were obvious or “pro forma” notes that were obvious once I had read the title. I forwarded them to Rita for filing. Finally, I reviewed my calendar for the day; I was going to be busy. The day flew by with Rita acting as a cop ...
    directing the traffic in and out of the office. I asked her to order lunch for the two of us. She looked at me questioningly. “Don’t worry--we’ll have plenty of work to do.” She turned away just as my next appointment arrived. We finally got around to lunch; chef’s salads for both of us, mine with bleu cheese dressing and Rita’s with Italian. I pulled two Pepsi’s from my wet bar and we relaxed for the first time all day. “God, I miss you.” Her eyes sparkled as she replied, “I am right here, you know.” “Yes, but you know what I mean.” “Yes, I do and I can hardly wait for tonight.” I leaned over across the table to kiss her then I dug into the salad, eating quickly. Rita was entitled to an hour’s lunch, but I rarely had that much time. Today was no exception, especially after being away so long. I was back to work by 12:20; Rita joined me ten minutes later. We finished at six that evening and she joined me at home by 6:30. Rita checked on two potatoes in the oven to bake on the timer while I seasoned a big ribeye and started the grill. I’d done all the cooking—all three meals—the entire time of my slavery. We sat down to eat at seven and I had cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen by 7:40. Rita helped me to prepare for the detective. He was prompt, arriving just before eight. We sat at the dining room table. If he was surprised to see Rita he kept his mouth closed. Brett Lawrence was a top private detective. The file he pushed across the table proved that. Inside was a complete ...
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