Price of Betrayal 5: Ella Fucks Up/An Unexpected Encounter - Sex Stories

Price of Betrayal 5: Ella Fucks Up/An Unexpected Encounter

"Shit!" I chuckled when I heard Tanya in her bedroom. It was almost eight o'clock on Thursday, and I knew exactly what she was thinking. I put down the paper and took my coffee down the hall. I stopped in her doorway and grinned as I saw her trying to get out of bed. She looked at my left shoulder, eyes wide, and I just raised my eyebrows as I took a sip and watched her over the rim of my mug. She had only been able to sit up, and she worried her bottom lip with her teeth. "Where exactly do you think you're going?" I asked, stepping into the room and placing my coffee on her dresser. "I'm late for work, Sir," she said, flinging the sheet off her. It was the only thing she could stand touching her the night before. "No, you aren't." She frowned, but stopped trying to rise. "What do you mean, Sir?" "I mean," I said, sitting down on the bed, "I already called your firm, told them you'd been injured, and that you wouldn't be in to work until Monday." I shrugged. "They said they hoped you felt better soon and that they'd see you then." Her frown remained, and she looked down at her hands. "What am I supposed to tell them on Monday, Sir? What kind of injury did you say I had?" I laughed and stood up. "I don't give a fuck what you tell them, and I didn't specify an injury. I just said that you were unable to come to work." She lowered herself back into a supine position and smiled. "Thank you, Sir. I don't think I would have made it through the day." "You're welcome," I said, ...

... covering her with the sheet again. "Now, I have to go to work, but if you have any problems, text me immediately. I can be here within an hour. I left the witch hazel oil in your bathroom along with the arnica cream. Go easy on yourself today, and I'll see you around four. If you feel up to it, maybe we can go to dinner tonight." I kissed her, picked up my mug, and finished off the dregs as I walked back to the kitchen. I decided to drive to NYU. It was a nice day, and I was in an excellent mood. I only had office hours today with no classes to teach, I had sated the demon for a while, and I had no papers to grade. It was going to be a great day. I had just pulled into my assigned parking space when my phone buzzed. I looked at it and smiled. I was wondering if I could use your computer, Sir. Sure. Just know that I have a very sophisticated tracking system, so I'll know everything you use it for. Thank you, Sir. Have a nice day at work. I got to my office and pulled up a copy of the tracking program on my computer. With it, I could see what Tanya was doing almost in real time. I set it to notify me whenever she opened a new page and went down the hall to the faculty lounge after locking my office door. The coffee there was surprisingly drinkable, and I filled a cup while trading inane pleasantries with my colleagues. When I got back to my office, a young woman was waiting for me. When she saw me, she smiled brightly, and I cringed. "Susannah," I said shortly as I unlocked my door ...