Mimi Mine

by Aubrey Cara

  “You too.” Ms. Linda's poor daughter-in-law wasn't going to know what hit her. The woman could be as tenacious as a pit bull with a bone when she set her mind to something. As Ms. Linda turned to leave, Mimi called out, “Wait, I um—do you know if Mr. Coleman is going to be in today?”

  “You thinking about sneaking out early yourself?” Ms. Linda asked, shooting Mimi a sly look.

  “Oh, no. Nothing like that. I was just wondering.” For all the wrong reasons, she silently added to herself. But not the ones Mr. Linda was thinking.

  “Sure you were,” Ms. Linda said with a conspiratorial wink. “Mr. Bossman should be in around one this afternoon, so you better wait before ducking out yourself.”

  “Thank you. I'll do that,” Mimi said genuinely wishing she could duck out and prevent the inevitable awkward moment between her and Mason. “Happy Thanksgiving.”

  “Happy Thanksgiving!” Ms. Linda called back over her shoulder as she was already halfway down the hall.

  Mimi pursed her lips as she tapped her pen and went back to staring at her computer screen, not really seeing anything. All alone her mind automatically tripped back to where it had been all day. Over analyzing what had happened last night, and what it could possibly mean.

  After the Earth shaking spanking and the impromptu blow job last night, Mimi had fled the premises like she'd robbed the place. She had gotten halfway to her parents house and had to pull over she'd been shaking so badly. Sexual arousal had warred with embarrassment and confusion. She'd gone through dinner and putting Zeke to bed in a daze.

  Reliving the spanking sent new tingles down her spine. Then what had come after...good heavens, the man had a beautiful cock. She kept replaying the moment she took it out. The look of wonder and pain on Mason's face before she sucked him into her mouth.

  Mmmm. She had nearly come herself when he gripped her hair tight and mercilessly came down her throat, making her take every last inch of him. And there were more than a few inches of him, she recalled with a delightful shiver.

  Should she be ashamed? He certainly hadn't expected her to suck him off. She knew she shouldn't care but she hoped he didn't think less of her now. Although, if he now thought she was slutty that was on him. He's the one that spanked her.

  Oh God, he'd spanked her.

  She was having trouble correlating the man who'd ordered her over his desk and spanked her soundly with the Mason she knew. Had she misjudged him? At the moment she wasn't sure she really knew him at all. Sure as shooting things hadn't progressed the way they did in her books.

  She wasn't quite sure how she should proceed. She was feeling out of her depth. The few guys she'd hooked up with the first two years after the divorce had been superfluous relationships with men she knew she'd never see again. They had been good looking and sexually interested in her. Shamefully she'd used them to salvage her pride. Mimi had needed the ego stroke at the time. She'd only felt comfortable asking one to give her a spanking, and it had been more light and playful than anything.

  Mimi had never been in the position of getting a real spanking from a man, let alone one she was having a semi-romantic relationship with—who was also her boss. It confused things.

  She had thought he may like something more serious with her. Had she read the signs wrong? Was he looking only for casual sex? Did the spanking have anything to do with sex, or was that something he did? She certainly couldn't picture him putting Ms. Linda or any of the mostly male staff he employed over his desk.

  Mimi glanced at the time. Mason was due in the office around one. It was getting close to one now. She couldn't help but wonder who she was going to get this afternoon. Mason, or the stern Mr. Coleman?

  A shiver raced through her just thinking about leaning over his desk while he spanked her again.

  *** ***

  Mason had picked up the phone to call Mimi so many times last night. He just couldn't do it. Then it had been too late and he didn't want to wake her if she'd been sleeping. He had spent half the night tossing and turning. The other half of the night he debated what he should say the next time he saw her. He himself wasn't sure how he felt about what happened yesterday and that wouldn't do. He liked order and control. Executing a plan of action was more his thing. This was new territory.

  Even with nerves racking his system he was looking forward to seeing Mimi again. Bounding up the stairs to the second floor that housed the offices and conference room he strode down the hall and stopped at Mimi's door.

  Distracted she looked up from what she was doing. “Mason, um Mr.Coleman?” she said, seemingly unsure what she should call him.

  After they left things yesterday she was probably feeling like she was standing on shaky ground as much as he was.

  “Mimi,” he said, making his tone gentle, hoping to put her at ease. She just blinked up at him, more guarded than she'd been in a long time. He hated that. “I should have called you last night.”

  “Oh?”

  “I, um—is there anyone else in the office?” he asked, looking around.

  “No. Ms. Linda is off until Monday and well, I don't think I've ever seen Carter use his office up here.”

  “Right. Would you like to talk...in my office?”

  “Um, sure. I—yes.”

  She sat behind her desk staring at him a few beats before seeming to collect herself and come out from behind her desk. He motioned for her to precede him and she walked in front of him. Her back was ramrod straight all the way to his office.

  He hated that she was so stiff and reserved around him today. Walking into his office he strolled to the windows and closed the shades before walking back and closing the door. She got even stiffer at that.

  Not giving her time to grow any more frigid he pushed her against the door, wrapped an arm around her waist and closed his mouth against hers. Resistant at first she quickly grew pliant against him. His body responded enthusiastically against her soft, yielding form, his cock coming to painfully hard attention. He deepened the kiss, twining their tongues, taking in her sweet taste until his pulse pounded in his ears and she moaned into his mouth.

  Lord, when she moaned he felt it to his toes.

  When he pulled back Mimi's lips were swollen and her eyes glazed. Her body was molded to his front. Relief coursed through him to see he hadn't ruined things with yesterday’s imprudent actions.

  Running a finger down her cheek he asked, “Are you okay?”

  She swallowed nodding. “Yeah, I'm a little confused.”

  “I'm sorry, Mimi. I hadn't meant to take things so far. I wasn't sure what I was doing.”

  “Do you often spank your employees?”

  His breath huffed out on a laugh at the image that question invoked. His staff at all his shops were mostly men. “No. I can assure you that is something I've never done before.”

  “So, the other women that um, work at other locations around Texas—”

  “Absolutely not.”

  “Girlfriends?”

  He just shook his head in the negative.

  “Okay. I um, I guess I should have asked this before but—maybe I should start with saying I'm not some office slut. I don't do this sort of thing. It's been years since—well, since anything.”

  That threw Mason off. He moved back to hold her at arms’ length so he could read her better. “Whoa, I don't think you're a slut. I would never think—”

  “Are you a slut?”

  “What?”

  “I know you probably date around a lot. You're good looking, you have money, and you obviously have a side that is um...dominating—which women are naturally drawn to, myself included.”

  “I haven't had sex in over four years.” He hadn't meant to share that information, he'd only wanted to stop her rambling. From her shocked expression it had come out as badly as he had thought it sounded.

  “Oh God, you're not gay are you?”

  Now it was his turn to be shocked. He knew she had to be on guard for that sort of thing s
ince her husband...but still. “No. I promise you. No. I'm extremely sexually attracted to you.” Any more sexually attracted to her and he'd be walking around with a constant erection. “And I would never do that to you.” He thought about the look on her face when she'd confessed her husband had been lying to her, and wanted to punch the bastard all over again. “Ever.”

  “Are you...damaged?” she asked, now looking at him like he may be dying.

  “I—what?”

  “Does it work alright? Your you-know-what, I mean.”

  He raised an eyebrow giving her a meaningful look, and he saw the moment she remembered it's working order. A pretty blush spread over her cheeks.

  “Right,” she said. “That would explain why you shot off so quickly.”

  Mason groaned in embarrassment. “Thank you for putting it so eloquently.”

  “I'm sorry. I was flattered.”

  “Yeah, you sound real flattered.”

  “I was. It was... hot. And I have no room to judge. Last night was the most action I've gotten in four years. I just figured since you're single, wealthy...and male—” She opened her mouth a few times to say something before she finally said, “So, is um, the uh spanking—that happened—is that something I should expect to happen again?”

  “Would you like it if it were?”

  “I think so,” she said, shrugging casually like it was no big deal. Her flushed face and her fidgeting hands told a different story.

  Getting an idea he asked, “Did you work out payroll?”

  She looked at him questioningly at the sudden shift of conversation. “I did. I had it sent out by ten thirty this morning.”

  “Good. And the month's expense report? Is that finished? Is there anything you need to get done before you're off for the holiday?”

  “No, actually I'm all caught up.”

  “Good. If I went to your apartment right now would I find all the doors and windows locked?”

  *** ***

  “I um, I don't know.” Mimi knew for a fact her apartment was locked tight. She had actually made a point out of making sure everything was secured since Mason had made a big deal about it on Saturday, but she wanted to see what he'd do.

  Biting her lower lip, she looked up at him and wondered if she should confess she'd fibbed. He looked genuinely annoyed.

  Taking her hand he led her to the corner of his office. “Put your hands on the wall, Miriam.” His voice had gone deep and his tone brooked no argument.

  A shiver coursed through her as she leaned forward a bit. She stretched her arms out, heart racing, and braced her palms against the cool, smooth wall. Mason stood behind her and placed a kiss on her neck. She arched her head back to give him better access and reveled in the feel of his hot mouth nibbling along her throat, sending sparks of awareness through her body. All the while he inched her tight business skirt up her legs and around her waist, until she was fully exposed.

  “Pretty,” he said, as he ran a finger along her satin black thong.

  The sensation made her want to arch into his touch like a cat. Ironically the panties were a pair she bought thinking of the man now pulling them down. He stopped mid thigh and kicked her legs out. She helped by stepping wide. Her bottom was now thrust out with her panties caught on her thighs.

  Kneeling behind her he kissed along the backs of her legs and bottom before running a finger through the gathering wetness at her core. She bit back a moan at the sensation of his mouth and hands on her, and the feel of his breath so close to where she wanted his kisses most of all. His finger slid easily back and forth along her wet slit until he traced a path to her back hole. He did this a few times before he circled her rosebud and pushed just the tip of a finger in.

  “Have you ever been taken here?” he asked. His voice had gone deep and the sound of it spread warmth through her body.

  “No,” she said in a small, breathy voice. She allowed the intrusion at her tight orifice wanting to see how far he took things. She swallowed back a groan at the slight burning sensation as he pushed in a little further.

  “Would you let me take you here?”

  “Yes,” she hissed out as he pushed his thick finger all the way in. At the moment she'd let him do anything he wanted to her.

  Standing he removed his finger and she looked back wondering if he meant now. He didn't reach for the front of his pants however. Instead he moved behind his desk and sat down, taking a wet wipe packet out of his drawer to clean her juices off his hand.

  She stood watching him in confusion for a full minute before she asked, “Aren't you going to spank me?” Or at least keep doing naughty things, she irritably thought to herself. She hadn't had enough of his hands on her by far. After being left out to dry last night she wasn't sure how much teasing she could take.

  Leaning back in his chair Mason looked her over. His body language was that of a casual business man but his gaze burned with intensity. “Not this time,” he said. “You seemed to enjoy it too much. I think this time you should stand in the corner like a good girl and think about the merits of locking your apartment.”

  “I did lock my apartment,” she blurted before she realized what she was saying. She sucked in her lips like she could swallow back her words.

  With a cocked brow he asked, “So...you lied?” It wasn't as much a question as a point of fact.

  “Oh, um, well...” She trailed off and faced the corner racking her brain for an appropriate excuse outside of I wanted to see if you'd spank my ass. Her naughty bare ass. God she wanted a spanking.

  She looked back as she heard him pick up the phone. “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “I have a meeting with our parts distributor.”

  “And you want me to stand here...like this?” With her panties down there was nothing to stop the trickle of arousal from dripping out of her core and rolling down her thigh. She bit her lip in embarrassment.

  “That is how corner time goes.”

  “But, but I—”

  “Would you like a safe word?”

  “You want to give me a safe word?”

  “It seems appropriate.”

  It did seem appropriate, she had just never had one before. She'd never participated in anything that warranted one. Her pulse picked up a bit at the knowledge she was about to get a safe word. “Alright.”

  “Carburetor.”

  “Carburetor?”

  “It's supposed to be random.”

  “Right, no carburetor is good.” He went back to making his call and she cut him off mid dial. “Mason?”

  He put his finger down to stop the call and pinned her with a look. “You do not have permission to use my first name right now, Miriam. It's Mr. Coleman or sir to you.”

  Oh, that little nugget of information did quivery things to her insides. “I'm sorry, sir,” she said breathlessly, reveling in the moment. “I was just wondering...what happens if I use my safe word?”

  That seemed to give him pause. He sat for a minute before he said, “Well, I guess we wouldn't play these kind of games anymore.”

  Disappointment shot through her at the thought of him not spanking her ever again. She wasn't sure about this whole corner time thing though. Her body was stirred up but she wanted a spanking.

  “What about when I've done something like last night? Or what if I just want to be spanked?”

  He hung up the phone looking at her so long she wasn't sure if he was going to answer and she had to look at the wall because she was getting a crick in her neck from looking back.

  “I think,” he said to her back. “If we're going to do this sort of thing...you don't get to choose your punishment. Not when you've earned a punishment. Not when you need to be taught discipline.”

  His authoritative tone was back and Mimi’s toes tried to curl in her shoes as the sound of it seemed to roll through her body.

  “I think I'd like to control your pleasure, too. Those are going to be my terms,” he said.

  “Wou
ld we still see each other outside of work?”

  “Of course.”

  “Will you do this sort of thing then too?”

  There was a long pause before he answered. “I don't know.”

  “Oh.” She hadn't expected that.

  He sighed and said, “This is new to me. I'm not sure how far I want to take it, I just know that right now I like spanking you. I like having you stand in the corner on display, completely exposed to me and only me. I also like the thought of controlling your pleasure, knowing that it belongs to me and only me. And there will be no one else if we do this. No more Craigs or whoever else you've been dating.”

  She shook her head. “No one else. I promise.”

  “Alright. Are you going to take your corner time like a good girl, Ms. Westfall, or would you like to call carburetor? I'm five minutes late for my meeting and I don't like being late.”

  “I'll take my corner time,” she said in a small voice.

  More arousal slid out of her exposed sex and ran a trail down the inside of her thigh as she stared at the wall. She hoped his meeting didn't last very long. Her arms were already starting to get tired. She shifted on her feet wishing she'd worn flats. On a whim she'd worn her peep toe pumps with a four inch heel imagining Mason bending her over again.

  At least she looked good as she contemplated her behavior. The women in her books were always feeling ashamed and crying. As she stood there all she could think about was Mason and being on display to him. For his pleasure. It was safe to say their relationship had moved way past professional.

  She dared a peek over her shoulder and he was sitting at his desk talking in his normal voice. His honey smooth, masculine tone washed over her, tinkling along her nerve endings the way it always did. God, she loved his voice. Stern or gentle, it made her melt.

  His silver gray gaze was intensely locked on her bottom and exposed sex. He smirked arrogantly and winked at her when he caught her looking back at him.

  She faced the corner again feeling her face heat in embarrassment. She could only imagine the picture she made. She was indeed fully on display and exposed to him. Only me, he'd said.