by Megan West
“I know but you’re still-”
He held his hand up and shook his head, “Don’t say it. It’s Robert, I insist.”
I nodded slowly. I was fully aware not many people who worked with him had the freedom to address him as Robert. It wasn’t long before dinner was served and there was a more lively conversation at the table. I was glad to make minor comments here and there, but I tried my best to just focus on my food. It didn't take long for me to become acutely aware that Robert noticed it.
I turned to look at him and he gave me a little smirk. That was when Karen Browne, one of the highest-ranking executives in the company, made a joke about marriage and work that made most of the table reel with laughter. That was the moment I realized Robert and I were the only two there who weren’t married. I suddenly felt like his ‘date’. My heart started to race again. I wondered why he hadn’t brought an actual date; or if he even had a girlfriend at all. It was odd, but it was yet another thing to add to the growing list of things I was forcing myself to ignore or rationalize in some way.
“Let’s drink together?” he asked suddenly, once dinner was over and people had started to dance and mingle.
I nodded with a smile, but I knew the surprise on my face was obvious. I never once had the thought of drinking with my boss. We walked together to the bar and he commented on the décor and music.
“Everything turned out just great. You did a spectacular job, Alice.”
“It wasn’t all me. In fact, I hardly had anything to do with it.”
He placed his hand on my forearm to stop me and stared me dead in the eyes. “This wouldn’t have been possible without your help. Everything you do is invaluable.” He smiled as he handed me the drink I ordered, “I won’t keep you! Go have fun.”
“I am having fun already. This is nice.” I laughed.
He raised his glass with a smile, “That’s good to know.”
Sometime between him polishing off the second drink and me finally finishing my first, he grabbed a hold of me for a dance. I was thrown for a loop. It seemed like everything Robert did from the moment he told me he’d show his appreciation threw me into some sort of inner frenzy.
“You can say no, you know,” He smiled as he tugged me toward the dance floor. “But then I’d just make you.” His smile turned into a devilish smirk.
“I just never expected you to ask.”
“Well?” He asked, motioning me toward the dance floor.
Now I couldn’t ignore everything anymore. At that moment, between what he was saying, the way he was staring into my eyes, and how he’d managed to step in closer to me, there was something more than just friendliness.
The two of us enjoyed more than one song together. Halfway through the second song I felt panic well up in my chest when I started thinking about what others must think of me dancing with him. Then halfway through the third song, I decided it didn't matter what anyone else thought; I was enjoying my time with him and it was clear the feeling was mutual.
“I need some fresh air,” he said at the end of the song.
“Okay,” I told him, looking more downtrodden than I had wanted to.
“Come with me.” He said pointedly.
I nodded with a smile. He took me by the hand and I felt my heart leap into my throat as we made our way outside. He’d only held my hand briefly, but eventually I felt him press the palm of his hand gently above my elbow. This wasn’t friendly or professional—everything he was doing screamed of something more and I found myself wondering how much farther he planned to go. I couldn’t help, but question how far I wanted to go too.
We walked out to a large garden with small, twinkling lights casting a pretty glow on the walkways. There weren’t many people outside. I would’ve felt chilly if it wasn’t for Robert pressed his hand against my lower back, guiding me everywhere we went.
“You seem uncertain.”
I gulped nervously. “Uncertain? No, I’m fine.”
“Then what is it then? I sense apprehension.” He took a step closer and assured me, “You can be honest with me.”
I looked into his eyes and took a deep breath. This was the closest we had ever been, and it wasn’t just about our physical distance. I could practically feel the moment leading up to a kiss building up between us. “It’s nothing really,” I finally muttered.
He paused and took another step forward. Now there were mere inches between us and I could feel his warm breath on my skin. He took a deep breath and slowly reached out to place a hand on my shoulder. When I didn’t move his hand away, he ran it slowly toward the base of my neck. “I’ve noticed you ever since your first day in the office.” He breathed out again and leaned in a bit. My whole world went still.
Everything seemed to stop around us as I saw his face inch closer and closer to mine. My mind drew a blank, unable to believe the moment when his hand clasped the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. His arms wrapped around me as I melted into his embrace.
“I’ve noticed you every time you’ve turned around and walked out of my office,” he whispered against my lips as his and brushed along the top of my ass. A part of me felt like I should have felt violated. Like he was sexually harassing me. But that all would have been a lie. The truth was, I liked the attention. There was something about the way he spoke and touched me that sent excitement coursing through my veins.
“But you’re my boss, Mr. Huntington. How can we…”
His hand reached down and grabbed my ass so hard it hurt, forcing a little yelp to skip out of me.
“Not tonight, Alice. Tonight, I’m something different.”
Chapter Four
I had no idea how many minutes had passed between our kiss in the garden and the moment he slammed my back against the wall of his hotel suite, kissing me hard and fast.
“I’ve been waiting to have my way with you for far too long.” He whispered against my ear. His words were hot and heavy and his breath sent a shiver down the back of my neck. My knees went weak as he kissed me with force. Now I found myself pinned between his body and the wall. His hands ran up the sides of my body like he was a beast devouring a meal he had been waiting far too long to eat. I sucked in a quick breath as his palms brushed over the curve of my breasts, all while he continued kissing me with a wild passion. I leaned my head back against the wall, shutting my eyes and allowing myself to get completely lost in the moment.
The air around us was stiflingly hot and I felt the urge to have the lace dress ripped off me. I reached around and tried to unzip the dress. He smirked and spun me around to push me into the wall with my back to him. I let out a little giggle as I planted my palms to the wall. He brushed his lips around the inside of the large opening at the back before unzipping and pulling the dress off in one quick yank.
His hands trailed down my sides and down my outer thighs. He dragged his nails lightly up my back and breathed in my ear, “You’re so fucking sexy.” he whispered. That’s when I felt it. His cock pressed against my ass.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered.
He kissed along my shoulder blades and licked the side of my neck, as he pushed his cock against my ass again. He moved back and forth, grinding himself against my backside. His ragged breaths were loud in my ear. It was all so hot and so different from how any man had ever treated me before. He slipped his hands under the waistband of my panties and rubbed my ass before giving it a tight squeeze and then pulling the thin fabric down my legs to pile on top of my dress. He pressed his hard cock into my bare ass and groaned. I wanted nothing more than to get his pants off of him.
“Bedroom,” he grunted into my ear.
I turned to see him undressing slowly as he made his way to the suite’s bedroom. By the time he was inside, he was completely naked. I couldn’t help but stare at his thick erection, throbbing and pulsing for me.
“On your knees,” he demanded. His sharp order caught me off guard, but I quickly sank to my knees without question. I didn’t want t
o defy him. Because the moment we entered his bedroom, his entire demeanor had changed. I waited for whatever he ordered me to do next.
He leaned back on the bed as he looked at me expectantly.
“Suck it,” he ordered.
His words were sharp and biting, almost demeaning. He spoke as if my sole purpose in life was to give him pleasure. I had no idea why it excited me so much. I quickly leaned forward and wrapped my mouth around the thick head of his cock. As soon as my lips wrapped around him he let out a low groan. He was already slick with precum, which I tasted as soon as he was in my mouth.
I glided my tongue over the head of his cock to lap up the wetness. With a heavy pant, he clutched my hair to twist it around his hand. He pushed my head all the way down until I swallowed his entire length. My eyes watered as I nearly coughed, but somehow I managed not to. I choked so he pulled my head back until he was entirely out of my mouth.
I gasped for a breath as he looked down at me with his devilish smirk I had seen so many times before in the office. So this was the dark side everyone had talked about. He gave me a couple moments to catch my breath before shoving his entire cock in my mouth again. When I looked up at him with him still in my mouth, he was smiling. He let go of my hair in favor of grabbing my chin and pulling me up until I got the clue to actually stand up.
“Straddle me.” He ordered. I didn’t dare second guess him.
I felt a jolt of excitement run through me as I swung my leg him and did what he said. Both of us groaned when his cock pressed against my wet entrance. The head of his cock was covered in my wetness and I knew it would be easy for him to shove it all the way inside me in one thrust. Tightly, he held on to my waist with one hand and slapped my breasts with the other.
I winced. That was something I had never experienced before. Then he pinched each one of my nipples hard and I let out a little squeal each time.
“Oh, so you like the pain?” He said with a smirk. Without warning he smacked the side of my ass hard, causing me to yelp and jump slightly. He let out a low, delighted chuckle. “It’s a good think I like to dish it out. On your stomach.” he instructed, lifting me off him and tossing me on the bed. I scrambled to position myself on the bed, instinctively poking my ass up in the air for him. He looked quite pleased with my obedience.
“It won’t be long before I have you trained.” He laughed as he traced his fingertips along the curve of my ass. His touch sent tingles racing down my legs. Was this where the spanking came in? “Put your hands behind your back.” He said as he reached below him and grabbed his untied bowtie.
I did as I was told, putting my wrists together as if I were going to be arrested. He quickly wrapped the tie around my wrists and pulled it in a tight knot. A little voice inside of me was screaming to tell him to stop—to tell me I was uncomfortable with where this was going. But a bigger part of me couldn’t deny my racing heart and the thrill I felt.
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.
Before I had a chance to fully appreciate the pain mixing with the pleasure, he pulled back and hit me again.
SMACK!
“Holy shit!”
I tried to crawl away from him a little using my shoulders, but with my hands tied behind my back it was difficult to move at all. My ass hurt so bad a gentle breeze would have made it sting. Just like before, he reached up and pressed his fingers inside me. My teeth sank into my lip as he grinded his hand against my mound. I could feel my juices wet the inside of my thighs and onto the bed as he worked me.
“Are you a good slut?”
“Yes.”
SMACK!
My hands clenched and I tried to roll on my side to hide my ass from him, but he stopped me from moving.
“I want to hear you say it!”
“I’m a good slut.”
“That’s it.” He drove his fingers back inside of me. My eyes clenched shut as I rolled my hips against his hand, begging him to push in deeper. “That’s it. Good little sluts like the pleasure. Isn’t that right?” His pushed in deep as his thumb brushed along my clit. A wave of pleasure flowed down my legs from the new sensation.
“Yes I like it.” I whimpered.
“And they obey their master to avoid the pain.” He pulled back again without warning and smacked me yet again. My breath stilled. This time my ass was so numb it actually hurt less.
“I bet you want to get fucked don’t you?” He said, leaning down over me. I could feel his hard cock teasingly press against my ass. I pushed back against him, egging him on.
“Yes.”
He reached down and pinched my ass, forcing a sharp yelp to skip out of me. “Yes master.”
“Yes master I want to get fucked.”
“You want to get fucked like what?”
I thought for a moment as he playfully bit the back of my neck. “I want to get fucked like a good little slut.”
“That’s it!” He laughed as he pressed the head of his cock against my opening. I let out a quiet whimper as he eased himself inside, ever so slowly.
“Please master, fuck me.” I cried as I tried to push my ass back against him and force him inside faster.
“Only because you ask so nicely.” He took hold of my waist and pulled me toward him, pushing his entire length inside. I moaned loud and breathy as I clenched my eyes shut. I clawed at the bowtie as he started thrusting in long, slow strokes. He went in deeper each time until he picked up the pace. Each time his hips slapped forward my ass stung a little more, but the feeling of my pussy wrapped around him brought so much more pleasure. He lifted my ass a little higher and penetrated me deep at an angle, sending a new wave of sensations over my body.
“Oh shit, that feels good master.” I groaned. I felt his hand reach around so he could rub my clit. I opened my mouth, practically screaming. The familiar feeling of an orgasm bubbled up inside of me and was ready to explode at any second. Then his thrusting stilled, his cock pressed deep inside of me.
“From now on you do what I say when I say it.” He whispered in my ear, his weight pressed against my back was uncomfortable, but all I wanted was to feel my orgasm. I was so close, but he stopped! “If I say get down on your knees and sock my cock, you get down on your knees and suck my cock. If I say lift that skirt so I can fuck you on my desk, you lift that skirt.”
He slowly drew his cock back before slamming back into me, deep and hard. It only brought me an inch closer to the edge of explosive pleasure. I was so close I could taste it. “From now on you are my little slut and you will do what I say when I say it. Only then will you feel pleasure like this.” Another push of his hips, another inch closer to orgasm. I could barely breath underneath his weight, but all I was thinking about was coming. “Am I clear!”
“Yes master!” I begged, squirming to push my pussy back against his cock.
“That’s my little slut!” He pushed into me hard and deep. “Now you
can come.” He drew back and pounded into me again. Almost on command, I shook and quivered as my orgasm finally exploded. My toes curled in tight little balls as the warm feeling flowed down the back of my legs. He started thrusting faster and faster, grunting as the bed squeaked in rhythm with his hips. Just as my orgasm was waning, I felt his cock pulse and throb inside of me. His hands clawed at my shoulders so hard it hurt.
My master pulled out and a mixture of my liquids and his orgasm dribbled down my inner thigh. I sighed with exhaustion before curling up on my side. I struggled against my restraint and wondered when he would let me free, but I knew that wasn’t my choice.
That was my master’s choice. I didn’t care what the other girls in the office would say about me now. I didn’t care about the rumors that would be spread. All I cared about was being his good little slut.