“Handler,” Epoc said, “it was just–”
“Just sex, I am aware, Epoc.” Handler Winter said. Epoc had put on some (fresh) clothes as quickly as possible and was now practically chasing Winter through the halls, trying to keep her voice down while trying to make sure she hadn’t just done something very stupid. “There is nothing in the contract forbidding you from engaging in consensual sex with others, Epoc, unless I expressly forbid you to.” She looked sideways at Epoc with a cold stare. “I didn’t, did I.”
“You didn’t.” They turned a corner and stepped onto the elevator. Epoc did her best not to feel and look as guilty as she did, “so why am I still waiting for disciplinary action?”
“I don’t know, Epoc,” Winter said. “You tell me.”
“Is this, is this about last night?” Epoc said, interrupted briefly by the elevator starting. “Because you hung up before I could even apologize.”
“No,” Winter said. “This isn’t about last night because this isn’t about anything. Our relationship is very simple, Epoc Mako. I am your boss and you are my employee.”
“I thought I was your
property,
” Epoc said as they arrived at the CEO’s office.
Winter looked at Epoc with a blank face, and nodded, slowly.
“You’re right. Step inside.”
“No, thank you,” Epoc said. Winter shook her head.
“It wasn’t a question. In. Now.” Epoc felt something tighten in her chest as she stepped into the office. Winter stepped in behind her, closed the door, and darkened the windows, which included the one below them. She walked up to her desk. “You’re correct in telling me that you did nothing wrong. No boundaries were crossed and no part of the contract was violated. That said, I am, still, your owner, and I think it might be important
to
set some boundaries. Strip.”
“Excuse me?” Epoc’s ears burned.
“You heard me, Hound. I don’t like repeating myself.” Winter leaned against the desk and crossed her arms, glaring. Without another word, Epoc slowly began to strip. There was no pretending like stripping wouldn’t include her underwear, so she didn’t bother waiting for an additional command. Whatever was going on with her Handler, it was best not to annoy her any more than she clearly already was.
The problem Epoc was facing was that this was, in a way she didn’t have words for, working for her. Winter’s disapproving glare. The fact that she was dressed to the nines while Epoc was stark naked. The fact that she felt herself get turned on by the situation and that Winter could clearly
see
her arousal. Still, she made an effort to stand at attention (though in one more way than usual) hands by her side.
“Can I ask you something, Ma’am?” Epoc was very deliberate in her choice of words.
“That depends on the question, Hound,” Winter said.
“You hold executive power over me,” Epoc said. “But is that within your position as CEO, or as my Handler? When you tell me to strip, which is telling me?”
Winter was clearly a little confused by the question. She had probably expected Epoc to say something upsetting, something to challenge her authority. This wasn’t that. She pushed herself off of the desk and approached her.
“You’re… surprising, Epoc, I’ll give you that.”
Winter, wearing heels, towering over her made Epoc feel Some Type Of Way, especially since she was fully clothed and Epoc was, decidedly, not. “As CEO of Mako Group,” she continued, “I own you. You are my property and I can do with you whatever I want so long as I don’t violate the terms of the contract you signed, and where applicable, every single one of those actions also applies to the Handler. It just so happens that that is also me. So, it depends on how you want to see this, Epoc. Do you want to see me as the woman who owns you, or simply the one who holds your
leash
.” Epoc jumped at the last word, the way Winter bit it off between her teeth made it impossible for her to look anywhere else. Her Handler reached up and tilted Epoc’s face up. “I don’t care which it is, as long as you obey.”
“Then why—“
“Because I say so,” Winter interrupted her. “When you have a question that starts with ‘why’ and it pertains to myself or you or Mako Group, the answer is always going to be ‘because that is how I will it.’ You do not get to argue. You have done your bargaining and arguing, Epoc Mako. This is the transaction after the fact. Turn around.”
Shaking slightly, Epoc turned around. “What are you doing?” She could only look at the wall as Winter walked around the office. Turning around was a bad idea. She knew that. But the tension was killing her.
“I’m exercising my rights as owner,” Winter said as she approached her again. She grabbed Epoc’s buttocks. Not exactly what the pilot had expected. Carefully, her cheeks were spread, and something was being pressed against her asshole. It was cool, and metallic. “Relax,” Winter said. “Considering the punishment you’ve received inside of the cockpit, this should be no issue for you at all. Take a deep breath.”
Epoc did as she was told. Gently, the Handler worked the object into her. It was thin at the tip, but rapidly widening, and Epoc had to steady herself against the wall. After what felt like achingly long minutes, during which she was stretched, more than she could remember having been, it slipped inside her, her ass closing up against the flared base.
“There,” Winter said, tapping it with her fingernail. Little shocks went up Epoc’s spine. The plug inside her was heavy, and she could feel its presence, gently pressing down. “That’s one part done. Don’t move.”
She stepped away again, leaving Epoc standing fully erect. The pressure in her ass, the weight of it, caused her to twitch involuntarily from time to time. She was getting close to leaking on the floor, she could feel it. Wouldn’t be the first time, either. The recycled, cool air in the office occasionally brushing up against her didn’t help either, just made her shiver more, and every time she squeezed, the plug refused to yield.
After a minute of agonized waiting, Winter returned to her. She was holding what looked like a small hair tie, but Epoc had her suspicions that it was not, in fact, a hair tie. Suspicions confirmed when Winter clinically slipped it over the tip of Epoc’s cock and rolled it down, like a sleeveless condom. She knew what that was. She had felt something like that in the cockpit.
“What’s—“
“From now on,” Winter said, “you don’t come unless I tell you to.” She held up a hand when Epoc was about to say something. “This isn’t punishment. I fully support you fraternizing with the other pilots, including the Cats and the Rats. Fuck to your heart’s content. But you don’t come without my say-so.”
“So that just… stays on?” Epoc asked incredulously.
“Yes, it’ll adjust to whether you’re flaccid or not. If you try to take it off without permission, I’ll know, and then there
will
be punishment and it
won’t
be fun.”
“What do I tell people?” Epoc looked over her shoulder but didn’t move. It was hard to explain why, considering what she’d already done in this office, but she felt shame over being so aroused without Winter even really touching her.
“Whatever you like,” Winter said. “As long as you don’t divulge company secrets to those without proper clearance. Tell them you’re extremely kinky. Tell them you like being edged. Tell them you’re my bitch. But if you want to come, you need my express permission.”
“That’s…”
“In your contract,” Winter said.
“What if I need to use the bathroom?” Epoc demanded, glancing over her shoulder. Not that she could see her ass, but her Handler got the message.
“Oh, that’s not staying in there all day.”
“Then wh—“ was about as far as Epoc got when Winter raised a small remote and pressed the button. The vibration that surged through the plug was intense and immediate, shattering Epoc’s ability to conceive of anything but it. The vibrations stopped.
“Just for today,” Winter said. “I’d like to see how you respond to it.”
“Respond to what?” Epoc said, breathing heavy. “Everyone would have a strong response to this stuff.” She turned to face Winter, but received smack on her ass for her troubles. It was in the contract. That she moaned in response wasn’t, and while it was possible she’d imagined it, she thought she caught a hint of a smile on Winter’s mouth.
“That’s not what I mean, Epoc,” Winter said. “You signed it yourself. ‘
Social conditioning and behavioral control.’
What did you think it meant? Kneel.” She pressed the buzzer. One. Two. Three times. Each time the vibration was slightly more intense than the last. Epoc groaned. “Not fast enough,” Winter said, and pressed again.
This time, Epoc dropped to her knees, still facing the wall. Trying to catch her breath, she stared at her own cock, leaking on herself. “Wh—what is—“
“Obedience training, Hound,” Winter said. “The problem with servitude is that it is normal to want to be free. Free to do what you want. If you are my property, there is a distinctly human part of you that does not
want
to be property, because property means you are
not
free. So, because I’m not a monster, instead of removing the part of you that wants, I am going to simply give you something else to want. Do you know what that is? Speak.”
She pressed the buzzer once. Epoc let out a soft gasp and watched a bubble of precum form on her tip before rolling down the shaft. She tried to catch her breath and open her mouth, but she was too late.
“Too slow. Speak.” Another press.
Epoc jerked again, and groaned, bucking her hips. “Woof,” she managed, straining through her teeth.
“Louder.” Another buzz. Her whole body vibrated with that one.
Epoc didn’t say woof. Her brain didn’t let her. When she opened her mouth, what came out was a fully-formed, dog-like bark. That’s what her Handler wanted, wasn’t it?
“Good girl,” Antimony Winter said, and ruffled Epoc’s hair. She had to lean forward a little to make it happen. “We’re going to be doing this a few times a day. We need to get you in the habit of responding quickly, Hound.”
“Can I ask you something, Handler?” Epoc asked.
“Yes, Hound.”
“Why?”
“Because,” Winter said, “when you start associating my orders with
pleasure
, you’re going to be a much,
much
better pilot for it. Trust me. Stand up.” No buzz. Epoc carefully stood up. She was shaking slightly, her stomach contracting randomly. “Follow.”
For a brief, horrific moment, Epoc almost expected her Handler to open the door to her office, parading Epoc through the main hangar bay like this, naked and begging. She wasn’t exactly in a position of power, but she would have protested to that one. Not only that, but she was pretty sure she had explicitly
not
signed under ‘public humiliation.’ Winter wasn’t going to commit a breach of contract any time soon.
No, instead, she went to a wall with a keypad on it, typed in a ludicrously long passcode, and the door disguised as a wall panel slid open.
“Panic room,” Winter said by way of explanation. “Among other things.” She walked through the door and Epoc followed. Her thighs were slick with her own precum, but what was she going to clean it off on? The walls?
The walk wasn’t long, but there were several doors, all of them unmarked. Only the CEO knew these codes, Epoc assumed, and only she knew what was where. They went through another door into—