Present Day

Soft slices of the early morning light peeked through the slats of her blinds. Glancing at the clock on her bedside table. 06:15 a.m.

Mind alert, she threw the covers from her warm body. The cool air licked at her exposed skin, sending a shiver down her body. Rayne never minded the cold.

Friday. Up, up, up!   Stretching her sleepy muscles, she ran through her mental checklist:

1. Make the bed.

2. Bath.

3. Breakfast.

4. Hair.

5. Dress.

6. Head out the door for eight sharp!

Her morning routine ran like a finely tuned engine—five days a week. Seamless—Perfect.

The thundering of the water filled the tub, freeing clouds of steam into the small room, veiling her mirror. Rayne adored her bathroom; her tiny piece of heaven. Reaching for a golden ampule, she flipped the lid to inhale its contents, before pouring in her favoured bath oil. The smell was calming to her already busy mind. Lining up the hair clip, soap, shampoo, loafer, razor and towel.   Quickly she removed her nightwear, folding it precisely before placing it neatly on the side. Humming to herself, she stepped towards the tub, raised her foot and dipped her toes. Perfect.

Gracefully, she stepped in and lay down. Reaching for her hair clip, she bunched up her curls and clipped them in place before resting her head back on the porcelain rim, allowing the water to continue filling around her. This was one of Rayne's most cherished times of day.

As the water level rose, she reached for the shower head attachment and flicked the switch. Effectively stopping the flow from the taps to force the water pressure through the attachment. Leaning back, taking hold of head she faced it towards her breasts. The sheer sharpness of the water spray hardened her sensitive nipples. Gasping, a rush of familiarity flooded her senses.

Moving the head lower; across her stomach. Her skin welcomed the thousands of tiny pin pricks, like splinters of glass. Lifting her legs slightly; they parted, allowing her knees to rest against each side of the tub. The force of the water hit her groin sending a rush of excitement straight through to her core.  Her free hand slid across her breast, plucking and pinching her erect nipple, before sliding down over her stomach.

Flattening her hand over her sex, she let her fingers form V shape as she separated her flesh wide, exposing the sensitive nub of nerves. Blood pumping through her veins,  a fluttering deep within her sex accelerated her heartbeat. The sudden attack of the powerful jet spray on her clitoris drew a gulp and a moan.

The onslaught of sensations wasted no time in silencing any thoughts of routine or shame. She closed her eyes, allowing her mind to fill with wanton fantasies. Rayne knew no good-hearted person would entertain such thoughts but didn't resist the images of naked bodies or the faceless man licking across her breasts, suckling, kissing and biting her flesh, marking her as his own.

Her stomach and thighs tightened as the needy ache in her clitoris grew. She was close. More visions invaded. The faceless man hovered above. His thick cock resting at her entrance; ready to impale her on request. Quickened breaths dried her parted lips. "Please," she whispered to no one as the nameless man plunged deep inside her, forcing her hips up and out of the warm water.

Heart racing, pressure building, she chased her impending orgasm. Her moans bounced off the walls. The inevitable was within reach. Unable or wanting to hold it back, her imagination supplied the final image. Crying out loud, her orgasm slammed full force, forcing her mind to empty, thighs to twitch and her toes to curl.

Breathing unsteadily, she gradually relaxed, lowering her hips fully below the waterline, before reaching out with eyes closed to turn off the jets. The sated blissful feeling of self-gratification brought a smile upon her full lips, and a flush to cheeks.

Gradually her high dampened and her breathing normalised. Rayne would never feel shame for taking pleasure. Touching herself was one of the few things she permitted, reducing the need to dwell on things that were out of her control.

~ ~ ~

At 8:45 a.m Rayne arrived at the building where she'd worked for the past seventeen months and fourteen days...

Knight Communications.

Rayne held the esteemed position of Junior Forensic Accountant, and her passion ran as deep as the oceans. Numbers she could rely on. They never deceived nor made her feel odd, small or silly. They just existed and provided hours of calm. A busy mind was a happy mind. Yes, numbers were her safety blanket and requiring no one's help to aid in her occupation made it even more satisfying.

Heading quickly inside, she diverted to the stairs. Never taking the elevator. There was a certain enjoyment within the cold, darkened stairwell and its welcome silence. And counting steps was relaxing, soothing. It was of no concern her office was situated on the twenty-eighth floor. Rayne secretly delighted in the fact that no one else travelled these steps and would often sing out the pattern of six, adding a spring to her step. To the rest of the world, Rayne Winters was a little peculiar, not that she minded.

Reaching her floor, she headed towards her office she shared with the lovely Mr Jenkins. She would say she loved Mr Jenkins as she would a father, if she had known one. She had flourished under his watchful eye. Forever helpful, understanding and considerate of her oddities. Never judging or criticising her annoying compulsions. He would often tell her how proud he was, and in those times her heart swelled.

"Good Morning Mr Jenkins." Rayne smiled brightly.

"Ah, good morning, Rayne." He took a moment to take in the sight before him. "And if I may say my dear, you're looking extra pretty today." He noted the slight change in hairstyle, unlike her usual ponytail, today it flowed free as a stream. Bouncing curls caressed her shoulders, adding an unspoken air of sophistication.

He had to stop himself from staring. She was truly a beautiful woman, and totally clueless of her exquisiteness, both inside and out. One day she would make someone a wonderful partner. Rayne Winters was made to love and be loved, and he knew without a doubt that when she found that special someone, she would love them fiercely.

"Thank you, Mr Jenkins." His approval heated her cheeks and set her pulse racing. Turning, she took the six steps to the coat rail and removed hers and hung, brushing it out six times to remove creases. Satisfied, she counted out the steps to her seat and sat, smoothing down her skirt six times, pulling herself up towards her desk. Tapping the space-bar on her keyboard her computer sprang to life, allowing her to enter her six-digit password.

An ominous feeling sat heavily on dear old Mr Jenkins' shoulders. There was no putting it off. Already four months over his intended date. He cleared his throat. "Have you remembered what's special about today. We talked about it last week?" This was the dreaded day. Retirement was looming and today he was introducing Rayne to the person who would fill his position of Chief Forensic Accountant... Miss Spruce.

A shudder passed over his person. Mr Jenkins honestly couldn't think of one agreeable thing to say about Miss Spruce. In truth, it was fair to say he didn't like Miss Spruce—not one little bit. Stuck up cow  would have been an apt description of the woman. But he hadn't shared his thoughts with Rayne. No good would ever come from that.

A boulder of stones settled in her stomach. She'd barely believed it when he talked of retiring. She hadn't wanted to consider the possibility of him leaving her. 

Stop!   She firmly commanded.  It will be fine. Dr De-Luca said change can be good. Change is necessary. Change isn't always a bad thing... right?

She refrained from eye contact. Not wanting him to see her distress. "Yes, Mr Jenkins. I remember."

"Good. When you return from lunch today, I will formally introduce you."

Rayne brought up her spreadsheet, intending to distract herself. Numbers would keep her occupied, complex problems would divert and calm her opposing thoughts.

"And in your email, I've sent you a problem I haven't been able to resolve. If you could look over it for me. I would be very grateful." He had kept this to one side for over a week for this very moment when he knew she would need a distraction.

Her entire face lit up with promise. "Yes Mr Jenkins, I won't disappoint you."

"Of that I have no doubt Rayne," he affirmed proudly.