by Megan West
Copyright © 2016 by, Megan West
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…He leaned down over me and whispered in my ear, “There will be no escaping.” He said as he finished tying the knot with one final tug. As soon as he was done he pulled back, my muscles tensed from the anticipation for the spanking. I was physically scared. I wanted to tell him not to do it. I wanted to run away, but I wanted to feel pleasure more than anything.
SMACK!
His hand hit me so hard my skin stung. Instantly a sharp pain ripped through my whole body. It hurt like hell. I clenched my eyes shut and grit my teeth as my bare ass flared red. I had never been spanked before, but there was something oddly naughty and exhilarating about it.
“Good sluts learn how to submit properly. Are you a good slut?” He asked before slinging his hand forward for another smack. I let out a little yelp before sucking in a deep breath.
“Well?” He asked as another blow came smacking down across my backside. I could already feel the numb tingles taking over.
“Yes!” I practically screamed. Without warning he reached down between my legs and playfully dipped a finger inside me. I moaned against the mattress as he eased himself further inside...
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Chapter One
My fitted black slacks, black leather belt, and sangria colored button-down shirt certainly was ‘professional and fashionable’. I slipped my feet into the pair of sleek, black pumps I bought just for work and headed out. Working for a multi-millionaire CEO was no joking matter; especially when it was the mysterious Robert Huntington.
My bangs and straight, dirty blonde hair that reached down to my shoulders framed my face well. I knew plenty of men found me attractive, especially with my high cheekbones and sparkling blue eyes. I was a classic blonde beauty. It wasn’t just my undeniable good looks that made me stand out; I always made it a point to be nice and pleasant around the office.
It was Monday and I hadn’t bothered with making lunch the previous day. I hoped the special of the day at the building’s cafeteria was a good one. The day ahead was a long one because the office was extra busy preparing for a special event to be held in honor of my boss’ latest acquisition. Robert Huntington, the CEO, was serious, yet pleasant man. Still, he talked with a subtle edge to him—like there were deeper thoughts hidden underneath his words. I always suspected there was a darker side to him. But I never knew how right I would be.
“Good morning,” I said cheerfully, “Would you like a cup of coffee, Mr. Huntington?” I asked with a bright smile.
He looked up from his desk and pointed to a mug, “Got it already. Thank you Alice.” He said with a smirk as he watched me leave his office.
I couldn’t be sure, but I could have sworn he was checking out my ass as I walked away. Who was I kidding? Of course he was checking me out. The way he looked at me before I turned and walked away sent a bolt of tingles down the back of my neck. It was those kinds of moments that made me wonder if the rumors about him were true.
I went to the break room to prepare my coffee, sipping it carefully before returning to my desk. I wanted to get started on work right away, especially since Mr. Huntington had been in the office bright and early. I didn’t want to disappoint him. There was so much to do anyway that there was no use dilly-dallying. I worked extra hard to complete my daily tasks so I could move on to helping out with the upcoming event. I knew Mr. Huntington would appreciate that. He always appreciated my work ethic and was never shy in telling me so. Every time he congratulated me on a job well done it sent my heart racing.
It was a few hours later when I popped my head in his office door. “Is there anything I can do for the event tonight or anything else you need a hand with?”
He took a couple orange folders off a cabinet and handed them to me. “Please review these accounts so payment can be finalized. With your speed, you'll probably have it done by lunch, but there's no rush.”
“I’ll get on it right away.” I said as I took the folders from him with a big smile. As I walked out the door, I couldn’t help but turn around to see if he was checking me out. Sure enough, his eyes were looking up from his paperwork just long enough to catch a glimpse of my ass swaying out the door. I sucked in a quick breath and bit back a smile. There was no denying the boss was handsome. He was a bit older than me, but good looking nonetheless.
But I had to keep things professional and so did he. He always stayed the consummate professional. That’s what was so weird when I heard about all the dirty rumors. Bondage? Spanking? Domination? Even though he had a strict edge to him, none of those things seemed like Mr. Huntington.
A mere forty minutes later, still twenty before my scheduled lunch hour, I walked back into his office and set the folders on his desk. He was on the phone and held up his hand for me to wait a second.
“I wish I could extend your lunch. If anyone really deserves that, it’s you. But how about a rain check? There’s just so much to get done.” He said with the smallest of smiles. My eyes traced over his sharp jawline before settling on his kissable lips. I swallowed a bit nervously. I didn’t start thinking about him in such a sexual way until I started hearing all those dirty stories about him.
“Oh, Mr. Huntington, you have no need to apologize!”
He tasked me with making some important calls to confirm everything was in order with hired services for the event. “If there are any issues just make a note and leave it to me,” he called out as I walked back to my desk.
Mr. Huntington leaned up against the doorway of his office a while later and asked, “Looking forward to lunch?”
"Depends on what's on the cafeteria's menu," I told him as I scribbled a note on the most recent invoice from the main caterer for the event.
He gave the briefest of chuckles, “Good luck with that one. We really should look into improving the food there.”
“Definitely and it’s too crowded during lunch hour to go anywhere else. It’s not worth it to me.”
I moved the invoice to the bottom of the pile and placed my hand on the phone before looking up at him and asking, "Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Huntington? I don't mind making the call after-"
“No, you can get back to work.”
“Oh, no, I don’t mind!”
“Just a few more days of this madness, aren’t you relieved?”
“It’ll be nice to have a little downtime and less stress, but it is definitely a worthwhile cause.” I said with a smile.
“You always have the perfect answers,” he told me with his signature smirk, “You couldn’t respond more appropriately even if you were reading off a script.” His eyes looked me over as he looked down at me. I grinned with slight embarrassment.
“I really appreciate and admire all your hard work. I’ll be sure to show you just how much I appreciate you when this is all done.” He said with the slightest smirk curling at the corner of his lips. Then he gave me a light pat on the shoulder before turning and walking away. My heart leapt to my th
roat when he touched me. I could still feel his warm hand on my shoulder. It sent chills down my back. Good chills…
I wanted him to touch me more.
Chapter Two
The next few days went by in a blur. Thursday evening I made a mad dash to reach the store in time to pick up my gown for the big work event. As I sat on my couch that night after dinner, I couldn’t help but think about the way Mr. Huntington had promised he’d ‘show me his appreciation’. Something about his tone of voice and the look in his deep, brown eyes stirred something in me. My imagination was probably being just that—overly imaginative. I was sure he didn’t mean anything by it. I closed my eyes and shook my head. I couldn’t even count how many times I had thought of that moment throughout the week. I knew I had to let such silly thoughts go.
Mr. Huntington let me off an hour early on Friday so I could get ready for the event. “Alice, I want you to enjoy yourself tonight. You’ve worked extremely hard to make this come together. Enjoy the open bar and have a great time. You’ve earned it.” He winked and turned to walk back into his office with what seemed like a bit of a strut.
I was dumbfounded. What had that wink been about? As I went back home to get ready, I tried to ignore the thoughts clogging up my mind. There was stress about the event going off without a hitch, my lingering thought about my boss, and now the wink. I could already feel the butterflies fluttering in my stomach the closer I got to that night.
I pinned my bangs with a jewel-encrusted brooch and pulled my hair back into a somewhat ornate bun. I carefully applied my makeup, which was heavier than my usual. When I looked in my full-length mirror I gave myself a little smile. I looked good. The navy lace dress flattered my thin, but curved figure. It showed off an appropriate amount of my large cleavage. I absolutely loved the gown. I received the call that the company car had arrived, all set up by Mr. Huntington. I headed down, greeted the driver kindly, and slid into the back seat. It was a little surprising that he had reserved the car for only me and not two or three other employees. But I didn’t think much of it.
Once We arrived and I stepped out of the car, I immediately noticed how nice the hotel was. I had been inside grand hotels for work events before, but this one outdid them all, speaking volumes of just how important the acquisition was for Mr. Huntington’s company. Two doormen opened double doors while greeting me with a pleasant smile. The moment I stepped inside I saw him standing in front of a large, round table on top of which sat an elegant arrangement of flowers. He was talking to a couple of women.
The women were both on the company’s development team and worked a couple floors below us. They both were tall, lean, and looked like a couple of runway models. They looked stunning in their evening gowns. I decided to wait until a moment until he was done talking to them.
Just than one of my coworkers, Ellen walked up to me with a huge smile. “Alice, you look gorgeous.” She said as she gave me a gentle squeeze on my wrist.
“Thank you, you do too.” I smiled before glancing back at Mr. Huntington to see if he was done talking to the women.
“He’s had his eye on you.” Ellen said in a hushed whisper.
“What?”
“Mr. Huntington. He has your eye on you. Some of the other girls around the office were talking about it. I told you about the rumors.” She said as she looked around to makes sure no one was listening.
“The other girls were talking about it?”
“Yea, don’t worry. Its nothing bad about you.”
“I just don’t know if I believe it—the rumors.” I said in disbelief.
“Yea I know. Spanking? Bondage? I mean I know he can be a stiff sometimes, no pun intended.” Ellen laughed. “But I just can’t see him being into such things. But Marry from accounting swears the rumors are true. Do you remember that cute little blonde from marketing? I think her name was Heather?”
“Yea.”
“Well apparently he’s the reason she left the company. They had a hot and steamy night of sex. Apparently he was too much for her to handle, bruised her ass so much she couldn’t sit right the next day.”
I gulped nervously as I stared at Mr. Huntington across the room, trying to imagine him doing such things.
“Some of the other women think its kind of gross. But I think its kind of hot.” Ellen laughed as she took another sip of her cocktail.
“You do?”
“Hell yea girl! Look at him. That’s one sexy man. Just be careful,” she nudged me on the elbow, “he has a thing for the blondes.”
Just then the two women he was talking to walked away with the biggest flirtatious smiles.
“I should probably go say hi to him.” I said to Ellen.
“Of course, oh and Alice.” I turned to look at her before walking away. “If you don’t want to do any of it, just say no.” She laughed as if it was some kind of joke, like saying ‘no’ wasn’t an option. All the rumors had a small caveat attached to them—Mr. Huntington always gets what he wants. It was practically a saying around the office. And from what I could tell, it was true.
That’s why we were celebrating a big company merger that night; because Mr. Huntington always got what he wanted. But it wasn’t just business, it was women too. That’s why when Ellen told me he had his sights on me, I was more nervous than ever. That was all I needed to hear to confirm my suspicions over the past few weeks. All those subtle winks and smirks did mean something. And I wasn’t sure how I felt about any of it. No matter what I felt though, I knew my nerves were a wreck.
I felt my face grow red with a hot blush as I walked up to Mr. Huntington. I smiled awkwardly and drew in a deep breath before walking over to him, trying my best to ignore the way he was watching me. I tried to focus on how handsome he looked in his tux with his black hair carefully combed back.
“Good evening,” I said, but my tone wasn’t as bright as usual.
I was nervous, but held my smile and tried not to break eye contact. There was no reason for my heart to be beating so fast. I tried to push taboo thoughts out of my head. I wanted to believe the way he looked me up and down with a subtle smile meant nothing, but I knew that wasn’t the case. On top of that, his charm was too distracting. My smile grew with a hint of shyness.
“Wow,” he finally said, “You look incredible.”
I instantly felt my cheeks turn pink and my heart race. How could I respond to that? Even he looked at me in a way that made it clear he was wondering if he'd chosen a word that was a bit too out there. I placed a hand on my cheek and smiled, looking away from him in an attempt to regain some resemblance of self-control.
“It’s great to see you and don’t forget your only assignment is to have fun tonight.” He gave me the most charming smile I had ever seen on him, touched my upper arm lightly, and swept his hand in the direction of the event hall.
“Thank you,” I whispered before giving a small nod and walking off.
The entire time, I was keenly aware of him watching my every move. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked and suddenly felt overly exposed with the keyhole opening at the back of my gown. My face started to burn again. I tried to rationalize everything, reminding myself that Robert Huntington was my boss and there was nothing more to it. I took a deep breath before approaching a man near the entrance of the event hall.
After taking my name down, I was surprised to be escorted to the table at the front and center. It was usually reserved for the highest-ranking executives so I double-checked the name card set out once I sat down. Sure enough, there was my name printed right next to Mr. Huntington’s. Now I just had to calm my racing heart?
Chapter Three
I smiled and talked pleasantly with the executives who slowly trickled in and sat at the table. I was doing the best I could to hide my bewilderment of why I was there with them. Perhaps a part of me should have felt happy and accomplished that my boss valued me so highly, but it was all so sudden and confusing that I found it impossible to focus on that. The en
tire time I thought it would be better once Mr. Huntington arrived. Maybe I would feel less out of place, but I was wrong.
When he took his seat beside me, I found it hard to breathe. Why was I reacting this way? It was just a seat at a table. There was no reason to make such a big deal about any of this.
“How are you enjoying yourself so far?”
“Oh, just fine. I’ve had some good company,” I responded.
“You know,” he leaned in and whispered in my ear, “You don’t have to give perfect answers tonight too. You can let your guard down a little bit.”
I felt a shiver run straight down my spine. I gave a small nod and tried to play it off, even though I had to swallow around the lump that formed in my throat.
“Mr. Huntington,” I started to say in a somewhat shaky voice, but he backed away.
“Call me Robert, please. We aren’t even at work.”