Here’s my contribution to the diaries.  Let me know what you think about Miranda and my Jamie. 

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© 2007 Celia Kyle ~ All Rights Reserved

Miranda inhaled a deep calming breath and exhaled slowly through her mouth as she sat on hold, waiting for a representative from Discreet Dildos, Inc.

Checking the status of her shipment online, she was surprised to see that her order had been delivered to her office earlier in the day.  The only problem she found with that was that she did not, in fact, have her order in her hands.  Someone in the office had her package with the chair tucked safely inside and, damn it, she wanted what she paid for.

As if the fact that it was missing wasn’t enough, she had no idea who signed for the package or when. 

Anyone, anyone, in the office could have it. 

They could have it and open it. 

They could have it, open it, and see that the bright pink blow-up chair with an attached eight inch dildo. 

They could have it, open it, see the pink blow-up chair that promised hours of orgasms to her sub Ethan, and read the shipping invoice with her name printed on it!

She had to find that package before somebody else did.  No ifs ands or buts about it.  Operation “Find the Pink Pony” was on. 

It wouldn’t be a big deal if one of the other women in the office had the package; they had all talked about sex, fantasies, and toys at one time or another.  While she never went into detail regarding her personal tastes, the other women didn’t hold anything back.  Men definitely didn’t have the market cornered on lewd sex talk between friends.  Women can be just as bad.  If one of her girlfriends in the office had it, they’d probably make her sweat a bit before handing it over. 

Miranda’s biggest concern was having one of the few men in the office get a hold of it.  Not just men, but one man in particular.  Her boss, James Langston.  Her Jamie. 

Not her Jamie, but in her dreams, he was all hers.

The problem with Jamie was that not only was he Miranda’s boss, he was also a man’s man; alpha male through and through.  She wanted Jamie in her bed and in her life, but would he be able to get on his knees for her?

Not that I’ll ever have the chance to find out.  I need to get back to looking for the box!

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Jamie stared at the open box in disbelief.  There was no way his Miranda ordered that…that thing.  It was impossible.  Utterly unimaginable.  And fucking hot!

Maybe she wasn’t his just yet, but after seeing the lengths the woman of his dreams would go to for a good time; he wasn’t going to let her escape now.

Snatching his phone off the hook, he dialed Miranda’s extension and waited for her to pick up.  And waited.  And waited.  After four rings, his call was sent to voicemail.  Puzzled, he left her a message.

“Miranda, it’s Jamie.  I’m going to need you to stay late this evening.  I’ve got a…”  He cleared his throat and glanced at his growing erection.  “Huge project that was just thrown on my plate and I’m going to need your help with it.  Sorry for the late notice, but there’s no getting around it.  Come by my office around six and we’ll get a jump on this.”

Dropping the phone back onto the cradle he relaxed into his chair and smiled to himself while he adjusted his aching cock.  His Miranda would be in for a big surprise tonight and with any luck he’d finally have the woman just where he wanted her.  Beneath him.  Or maybe on top of him.  Perhaps a little of both, after all, they had all night.

There were rules against boss’ seducing their employees, but he was the owner of the company.  Rules were made to be broken.

Their constant flirtation and the seductive glances sent his way had him in a constant state of arousal and it was time to do something about it. 

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When Miranda didn’t get anyone at Discreet Dildos, Inc. to answer her call she went on her own hunt.  Miranda looked everywhere.  Everywhere.  And the damn box refused to be found.  She questioned every assistant in the office and the receptionist.  Her box had been signed for and promptly disappeared.  She wondered if one of the kinkier ladies in the office opened her box and upon seeing what was inside, decided to keep it themselves.

Sighing, she slumped into her chair and snatched the phone up.  Checking her messages, Miranda groaned when he heard the Jamie’s sinful voice.  As if losing her newest toy wasn’t enough, she now had to sit in a late night meeting with the star of all her wet dreams while keeping her hands to herself.  The only thing that would have made the sexually frustrating meeting tolerable was the knowledge that she and Ethan could use the chair when she got home.  If only I could find the damn thing!  Poor Ethan, he’s going to be so disappointed.

But there was no getting around the meeting.  If Mr. Hot Hunk of Man needed her to stay late and work on a project, she would.  She wouldn’t promise that she would be focused on the topic at hand, but she’d be there with bells on.  Well, maybe not bells, maybe with nipple clamps and a cock ring in my hands, just for him.

How anyone expected a woman to focus on work when faced with a six foot, broad shouldered, muscled from here to Timbuktu, hunk of Grade A man was beyond her.  It wasn’t just his appearance that captivated her attention either.  The man had a voice filled with sin; deep and whiskey rough with just a hint of a Scottish burr that made her knees week.  He was walking, talking, sex with a mind that always kept her on her toes.  In a word he was perfect…and completely oblivious to her attraction to him and what she wanted to do to him.

She’d flirted.  She’d shown a bit of leg.  Heck, she’d practically shoved her chest in his face on more than one occasion and still he didn’t even notice.  After months of trying to get his attention, she gave up.  Being tied in knots over a man that more than likely wouldn’t let her tie him up in knots was an exercise in futility.  Time to move on to bigger and better things…Just as soon as I find that damn chair.

After hours of continued searching and fretting, Miranda accepted that the newest addition to her sex toy stockpile had unceremoniously disappeared.

Grabbing a notepad and pen from her desk she began the walk to Jamie’s office.  The long walk.  Well, that’s not entirely true.  The walk in actuality was fairly short, perhaps forty feet, but to Miranda it felt like forty miles.  From step one her heart beat at a frantic pace, her breathing became quick and shallow, her hands became clammy, and butterflies took up residence in her stomach.  Because of a man.  She whipped men like him for lunch, but he was different.

Approaching Jamie’s door, she took a deep breath and knocked. 

At his muffled “Come In.” her knees went weak and she willed her body to move.  Even through a door his voice got her hot. 

Opening the door, she had to blink a few times to become accustomed to the light, or the lack there of.  For some reason he’d dimmed the lights down low and there was music playing.  Clearing her throat, she spoke as she felt along the wall for the light switch.

“Um, Jamie, I’m here for our…”  She found the dimmer switch and turned the lights up to their normal brightness.  Turning around, her words died on her lips only to be replaced by a shriek.  “Oh my god, you had it!” 

There, in the middle of her dream man’s office, was her bright pink inflatable chair complete with the ten inch dildo.  As if her embarrassment wasn’t complete enough, she fainted.

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Jamie rushed across the room as Miranda slumped against the wall, catching her in his arms before she hit the floor.  She felt perfect in his arms.  Curves in all the places that make a man moan.  Her normally perfectly coifed hair had tumbled out of the confines of her barrette, leaving mussed curls to frame her face.  Cradling her in his arms, he carried her prone body to the couch.  When faced with the prospect of releasing her, his body refused.  Instead, he sat on the couch and continued to hold her in his arms, savoring the touch of her skin on his. 

He hoped his elaborate set-up hadn’t ruined his chances with her.  Blowing up the chair and sitting it in the center of his office had seemed like a good idea at the time.  His only intention was to show her that he wasn’t embarrassed by her adventurous nature, he embraced it.  He loved a woman that knew what she wanted, needed, sexually and went after it.  Apparently she was willing to go after it as long as nobody else knew. 

Pushing a stray curl out of her face, he took a moment to admire her beauty; her chestnut hair and milky white skin.  It was obvious she stayed out of the sun.  At thirty, when most women had a wrinkle or two, she had none.  Her lips, he could spend all day staring at the full peach tinted lips that framed her ever present smile.  They tempted him to taste, to nibble and suck on her sweet mouth, but not before she actually woke up and gave him consent. 

Instead, he resigned himself to an unrelieved hard-on and staring at the woman in his arms.

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Miranda was having the most wonderful dream.  Jamie was holding her in his arms and telling her how beautiful she was.  Whispering in her ear and explaining why he never made a move before, but now…now she was his.  She liked the sound of that.  It was nice to dream in a vanilla flavored world now and again.

Snuggling closer to the warm body next to her, she sighed, content to be held for a moment.  Slowly she came back to herself and realized that she shouldn’t be lying in the arms of anyone, let alone trying to get closer to whoever it was.  Her eyes snapped open and she gasped at what she saw.

It was Jamie holding her so tenderly, his deep blue eyes sparkling with mischief and a smile tugging at his lips.

“What…”

He smiled and leaned closer to her face as if he was going to…going to kiss her!  Struggling and wiggling, she freed her body from his grasp and landed on the floor with a grunt.  Not the most ladylike move, but some serious talking needed to occur before Mr. Hotness got all frisky with the kisses. 

He jerked forward as if to help her up, but a well placed foot on his chest stilled his movement.  She didn’t care that she wasn’t wearing knickers and he could see right up her skirt.

“Miranda, baby, are you okay?” 

She pushed the heel of her stiletto into his chest and narrowed her eyes at him.  “Miranda, baby?  Since when was I Miranda, baby?  And what are you doing with my chair?  Why were you holding me like that?  What is with the…”  She listened for a moment, trying to place the music softly playing.  “…Barry White?  You have got to be freaking joking!”

She’d had enough now.  When she was trying to attract him, he wouldn’t give her the time of day.  Now that he’d come across her chair he wanted to get some action?  Oh, hell no!

He reached to touch her foot.  “Miranda, calm down.  This isn’t what it seems.”

“Don’t. Touch. Me.”  His hand dropped back to the couch, and his mouth dropped open in shock.  “I’ll tell you what it seems.”  She pressed her heel into his chest a bit harder.  Sweet everyday Miranda was gone now.  In her place was the Mistress he’d never met before.  “It seems like now that you’ve found my newest toy you’re trying to get in on the action.  Well, too late bucko.  I’ve been waiting for you to notice me for over a year and what have you done?  Ignored me!  And you made me dream in vanilla!”  She pressed again, smiling when he winced.  “Now that you see I’ve got a bit of kink you think you can just waltz in with your cocky attitude, a sly grin, and a Hey baby I’ve got what you need right here.  No.”

She removed her foot from his chest and started to rise.  When he made a move to stand as well she bent so that their eyes were level.  “Move and you will have the imprint of a six hundred dollar four inch leather covered piece of steel pressed into your chest.” 

She stalked away from him, frustrated tears threatening to pour from her eyes.  It figured that the one guy to sneak past her defenses and make her dream in vanilla would have a little bit of asshole in him.  Snatching her discarded notepad off the floor, she sat it on a nearby table and took a deep breath.  He thought he wanted what she’d been offering, well now he’d get more than he ever dreamed of. 

Turning around, she was pleased to see him still rooted to the couch.  At least he remembered to close his mouth.  Good boy.  She checked her watch and gave him her arched-brow-I’m-the-mistress-and-you-shall-listen-to-me-look that always made Ethan a whimpering puddle.  Jamie, still seated, stiffened.

“You have one minute to provide me with an explanation.  You said this wasn’t what it seemed.  Tell me what it is then.” 

He licked his lips.  Every cell in her body screamed to follow his tongue with her own, but part of the game was control and she resisted.

“I’ve seen every sway of your hips, every bat of your lashes, every soft seductive smile you’ve thrown my way and it’s killed me not to take you.  But I can’t hold off any more.”

She snorted.  “Yeah, right.  Keep talking.  Let’s see if your explanation gets any better with time.”

He narrowed his eyes at her, but continued.  “I’ve wanted you from the moment I met you, but it’s more than wanting now, Miranda.  That’s what this is about.  I wanted to show you that you shouldn’t hide your sexuality from me.  I accept every part of you the way you are.”

Ha!  He accepts me?  Let’s see how much he really accepts. 

She smirked, a small tilting of her lips letting him know what she thought of his acceptance.

“You accept every part of me?”  Miranda pushed away from the door and stalked towards Jamie.  She was in her element.  She was submerged in the power of controlling him with her words and loved every moment of it.  Perhaps, just perhaps, he’d surprise her and she couldn’t wait to see how he would react.

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Jamie swallowed the lump in his throat.   This was a Miranda he’d never seen before and he loved it.  For every step she took, his cock grew harder.  By the time she planted her feet in a shoulder width stance a foot from him, he was sure he could come at any moment.  Just her fingers running through his hair caused him to groan.  It turned into a hiss of pain when she grasped his hair and pulled so that he was looking into her eyes.

“But why?  Why now?  Why not before?”

The power and strength she radiated made him realize that he was far from being in control of the situation and needed to tread carefully.

“Because I’m the owner of this company.  I’m your boss and I didn’t want to risk everything.  You can walk out this door right now Miranda and file a sexual harassment lawsuit that would earn you millions.  Or we can enjoy each other’s bodies and see where it goes from there.”

Her laugh startled him and he jumped.  Miranda reacted and tugged harder on his hair.  Pain shot through his scalp and straight to his dick.

“Well, now, we need to discuss your definition of enjoy, baby.”  She said with a sneer and Jamie’s cock throbbed.  “In order to enjoy,”  She dropped her hand and stroked the side of his face.  “I have to control.  Can you give me control, Jamie?  Can you let me do as I will with the promise of endless pleasure?  Even if it means enduring a little pain now and again?  I require obedience from my men Jamie.  Do you think you can do that?”

Swallowing past the lump in his throat he opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out.  He was stunned speechless, but his body craved everything she offered.  Pressing his face to her abdomen, he nodded into her stomach.  Miranda stroked his head, running her fingers through his hair, nails skimming his tender scalp and he shuddered.  His body craved her touch.

“Good boy.”

Jamie bristled at the comment and locked eyes with her.  She didn’t appear concerned, simply arching her brow.  “I’m not a boy, Miranda.  I may let you hold the reins…”

“Oh, but you are my boy, Jamie.  If your cock’s hard, you’re my boy.  When you’re not hard, you’re your own man.  I have the same arrangement with Ethan.  I think it shall work well with us also.  Don’t you think?”

Ethan?  Who the fuck is Ethan?

He must have spoken allowed because in the blink of an eye her hand was fisted in his hair once again.  Yanking back his head, her palm connected with his face.  The crack of flesh on flesh reverberated through the room.  It wasn’t a hard slap, but it was enough to get his attention.

Yanking his head to the side, she hissed in his ear.  “Ethan is my boy.  If you want to have any chance of joining him, you’ll show me a little respect and stop acting as if you’re in charge here.”

Miranda released his hair and in a flash pushed him against the back of the couch.  Straddling his lap, she pressed her pussy against his straining cock.  The rush of being in her control was pushing him closer and closer to the edge and he groaned.
Keeping his hands at his sides, he let her explore his body as she wished.  She’d already made it clear she was the one in control.  Her tongue licked a path up his neck and across his jaw, skimming his five o’clock shadow.  Soft lips teased his, but he resisted.  He didn’t want to be on the receiving end of one of her slaps again.

“So good,”  She purred.  Her hips lowered and her heat pressed against his trouser encased cock.  His dick ached and he wanted nothing more than to sink into her pussy.  “What do you want Jamie?”

“You.”  He whispered.

“More than that, love.  Tell me, word for word, what you want.”

He swallowed hard.  Explaining what he wanted meant using words not fit for a woman’s ears. 

“I want to fuck you.  I want to press my cock into your pussy.”

“Is that all?”

His breath was coming out in great puffs.  She continued to grind and press against his erection.

“No.  God Mir…”

“Mistress.”  She corrected. 

Any second now, he was going to explode.  The tell-tale tingle started at the base of his spine and his body screamed for release.

“Mistress…” he said on a sigh.  “I want to fuck you until you come, Mistress.”

A bright smile spread across her face and she rose up on her knees.  Jamie whimpered like a child at the loss of contact.  He didn’t dare move and watched with building anticipation as she picked up one of the condoms he had placed on a nearby table.  He had planned on a smooth seduction, but plans had definitely changed.

“Such a good boy.  Thinking of his Mistress.  He deserves a reward don’t you think?”

She had his pants unzipped and cock free before he could answer.  His whole body shook as he tried to restrain his orgasm.  Silky hands wrapped around the base of his cock and his head dropped back onto the sofa.

“Yessss…”

The condom enveloped his cock in seconds, wrapping him in its lubricated latex grasp.  What he wouldn’t give to have nothing between them.

Miranda was straddling him again, his cock poised at her entrance.  Her warm cream dripping and coating the head of his penis.  He looked down to where there bodies were so close to joining.  Her hands roamed his chest, fingers danced around one nipple and then pinched.  Pulling and twisting the skin away from his body.

He grunted and sucked in a breath as the pain flowed through him.

“Look me in the eyes as I make you mine.”  She growled.

His head snapped up and he locked eyes with her, desperate to follow her orders.  Her sweet pussy was so close now, and he didn’t want her to take it away. 

Miranda impaled herself on his shaft in slow increments, surrounding him in her tight, wet heat.  Jamie’s muscles ached from holding himself still.  He didn’t want to move one muscle, afraid she’s pull away if he did.

“So big.  So hard.”  She breathed before pulling him into a scorching kiss.  Lips pressed and teeth nipped as their tongues dueled within each other’s mouths.  While Jamie had succumbed to her dominance, he had to show that he was still fighting her control. 

Miranda’s cunt clenched around his cock and she rotated her hips. 

He pulled out of their kiss and threw his back with a shout.  “Fuck!”  She moved then, when he was at his weakest and really did fuck him.  Shifting, she began to rise and fall on his cock, clenching her inner walls around his penis and holding him tight. 
His heart beat in time with her movements as his orgasm pushed closer.  Muscles tightened under his skin with the effort to restrain it, but it was a losing battle.  The release that had been simmering under the surface was close to breaking free, so close.

“God, close!”

Miranda slowed her movements, causing his orgasm to recede.  He whimpered in protest.

“You want to come, baby?”  He brought his hands up to knead her ass, her skirt still separating them.

“Please, Mir…Mistress.”  She ground her hips down onto his.  “Please…” He hissed.

Miranda resumed her tempo of rising and falling on his cock, occasionally grinding her hips on his as she tightened her pussy.  Raising and lowering her body into his, pushing him closer to the edge once again.

Her roaming hands stroked his arms and chest as she worked him, finally finding their target; she pinched and pulled his nipples through his shirt.  Jamie’s breath rushed out as the pain seared through his body.

“You’re going to come for me Jamie.”  She said with a twist to one nipple.  “You’re going to come for me now.”

Her words, her demand, shoved him to the edge and over the other side.  He came in a series of shudders and groans, body tensing as every muscle tried to force its way through his skin.  His heart and breath stopped in those seconds as his body released.  Coming back to himself, he realized that Miranda still sat atop him, and had not come.

“Mistress, you didn’t…”  Her finger pressed to his lips stopped his words.

“Are you still hard?” 

Her question caught him off guard, but he answered anyway.  “No.  Not really.” 

He couldn’t discern if she was poking fun at his condition or simply making a statement.  What guy could still be hard after an orgasm like that?

“Then the name’s Miranda.  I told you Jamie, I’m only Mistress if you’re hard.  It keeps playing tucked away as it should be in my world.  It’s just playing.”

He tried to process her statement, but was having a hard time comprehending what she was saying.

“So, unless I’m hard, you’re Miranda.”

“Exactly.”

Okay, he got all of that, but what about Ethan?

“And who exactly is Ethan?”

She looked at him and smiled.  He could feel his cock stir, still nestled snugly in her tight passage.

“Do you really want to discuss that now?”  At his nod she continued.  “Ethan is my boy, my submissive.  He lives with me and serves me.  He’s to show me respect at all times, but the term ‘Mistress’ is reserved for when he’s hard.”

“So, he’s your boyfriend?”  Great.  I’m buried balls deep in her and she’s got a boyfriend.

Her brow furrowed, and it was several seconds before she answered.  “No, he’s my submissive.  I love him and he’ll always be a part of my life, but my primary partner will need to accept him as well.  Ethan is a part of my family, but we aren’t each other’s one and only.”

Jamie took in everything she had shared.  While he wasn’t a prude by any means, this type of relationship was new to him.  He’d heard of people engaged in trios and poly relationships, but had never considered one for himself.  Then again, she hadn’t exactly offered a real relationship of any kind, had she?  They’d had mind blowing sex, but she hadn’t offered anything more.

“And he’ll think what about me?”

Her blinding smile returned and he couldn’t help himself, he reached up to stroke her cheek, tracing her lower lip with his thumb.

“He’ll love you.  He’s heard so much about you already.”  Her eyes danced and she rotated her hips, waking his growing erection even further.  “And he’ll love having a real cock around the house.  Fucking is hard work you know.  I get tired pretty easily.”

He hadn’t heard right.  There was no way he’d heard right.

“What?”

“Oh yeah.”  She leaned forward and nibbled his lip.  “Ethan loves to get fucked, hard and fast.  I slip my strap-on in place and ream his ass so good.”  His waking erection was rock hard within her pussy again.  The twisted vision of Miranda with a cock, fucking some other man, had him hard.  “Who did you think the chair was for?”

She pulled away and moved her body off of his cock and straightened her skirt.  Holding out her hand to Jamie, she beckoned to him.  “Why don’t we take our toy home to the boy?”

Jamie wasn’t sure where going with Miranda would lead, but he’d decided that he’d follow her and her pink chair anywhere.

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Because I’m incapable of writing any story without thinking of a sequel, check back in a month for the follow up to Lost: Plain Brown Package titled Found: Bright Pink Chair.

Celia