I couldn’t let that happen.
It was early. I had to make doubly sure I was at work on time and that I looked good. I made sure I had plenty of time to work with. While I was in the shower, though, I couldn’t stop but think about him. I was so far gone I didn’t know how I was going to manage since it was apparent he didn’t want me back.
I could still fantasize while I was in the shower. I turned so that the multiple jets of water were hitting from every direction. I leaned against the wall and I remembered the heat from the last time we had been together. That last time he spanked me. I clenched my thighs together, my inner muscles clenched. I wanted him so bad. A hand drifted between my legs and I cupped my pussy, the skin felt so hot to my fingertips. The denial was going to kill me. I was better off doing this myself. It looked like it was the only way I would be getting off.
I slipped my fingers between the outer lips to trace the aching slit between them. How would sex be with him? I couldn’t help but wonder; it didn’t matter if he was fast or slow. It would be so hot. I didn’t hesitate to bury two fingers into my tightly clenched hole. It wasn’t enough, but I couldn’t help the soft keen that escaped me.
He was so commanding, the power he exuded was just overwhelming. I started a steady stroke of my fingers, the rhythm was so easy to fall into, but it was no way enough. I found the hood above my sex and began to furiously circle it with my other hand. I didn’t bother to stifle the noises I made, but with the thoughts of his voice and his hard hand I couldn’t help but cry out as my stroking fingers finally brought me over the edge.
I was in a blissful haze the rest of the morning getting ready for work. Like I wasn’t going to face the consequences when I got there. I didn’t have a clue as to what he was going to make me do. My nerves didn’t get into an uproar until I got to the office, early I might add.
When I got to my desk I saw Mrs. Todd still enjoying her coffee. It was clear she hadn’t begun work, but she gave me a nod in the form of a greeting. Not exactly a morning person without her coffee, I assumed. I sat down and got ready to make sure I had everything done from Friday. It was a blur that I couldn’t remember if I had slacked off or not.
Before my computer even booted up my phone began to ring, I answered it without hesitation. “Hollister Aviation.” I hadn’t gotten used to incoming calls and the intercom, yet.
“I want you in my office now.” His voice came through the receiver in a low growl that seemed to pierce my ear.
That initial thrill turned into fear quickly. This was it. I hung up the phone and got up, trying not to drag my feet as I went into his office. I closed the door behind me and I couldn’t help but be afraid. He was behind his desk and he looked so well put together that I wasn’t sure how to take it.
“What you did Friday night was highly inappropriate,” he began slowly, his voice low and menacing. “My son was there.” He looked at me and pinned me with a glare. “You cannot just show up where you want and expect to get your way. It does not work like that.”
“I know,” I started shakily. “I’m sorry.” I tried not to let my emotions get the best of me; it was so tempting to fall apart. “It won’t happen again.”
He stood and came to me, his hazel eyes dark and that menacing tone he seemed to carry in the way he walked. He stopped just in front of me. “You have been very naughty.” He stepped aside and gestured for me to come further into his office. “Now it's time you take your punishment.”
My breath caught in my throat. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. I went to his desk and with my nerves twisting up in my stomach I laid across the edge of his desk. “Good.” It came out as a purr. “Pull up your skirt.” I followed his direction, the cool air of his office causing goose bumps to break out on the exposed skin of my ass. He hissed lowly and he caressed one cheek.
The gentle touch didn’t last long; it was immediately replaced with a solid slap of the paddle he had used on Friday. He spanked me hard, in a quick succession of slaps that bit into my skin and made me cry out from the pain. It hurt, so much. But it didn’t keep my pussy from throbbing with need.
After the last solid strike, he released a breath. “You can go back to your desk now.”
I didn’t bother to stifle the sob. I felt the dampness start to trickle down. I stayed bent over his desk. “Please. Please. I can’t stay like this all day.” I kept my ass on display, hoping he would see what he just did and take pity. “Please, please fuck me.”
“You don’t deserve that,” he said coldly, but I felt his fingers lift the little strap of my thong and then with a tug he ripped the lacy material. “You don’t deserve for me to fuck you.” I felt his knuckles brush against my pussy lips and I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped. “Bad girls,” he growled low at me, “don’t get what they want.”
“I’ll be good,” I babbled senselessly. “Please, please don’t do this to me.”
I didn’t get any further warning. I wasn’t prepared for the quick invasion I got instead. I felt the hot thickness of his cock in me with a swiftness that tore a moan from me that I couldn’t stop. His hand came down hard on my ass and he thrust into me with a ferocity that left me unable to respond. All I could do was hold onto his desk as he pounded into me.
The fact that I was humming with want had me on the edge of an orgasm. That was until he jerked his cock out of me. I could hear him panting and then the groan before I felt the hot liquid hit my sore cheeks. “That,” his tone sounded so cruel, “is what bad girls get.”
I turned to look at him and I could see him cleaning his cock with a tissue before he put himself away. That… that was it? “Please.” I couldn’t help the whine. I was right there. There was no way I could be like this and be able to do anything. My pussy throbbed with the beat of my heart and I wouldn’t be able to think past it. “Please, you can’t do this to me.”
“Go get cleaned up.” He nodded toward his bathroom. His tone brokered no arguments and I couldn’t help the sob that quaked through me as I went to do as he commanded. I took the time to clean the smeared makeup from my face and the hot come he left on my aching ass.
I didn’t realize he was watching me until I heard him chuckle. “If you can behave today,” I looked up at him, his eyes seemed to sear me. “You can come to my house tonight for a reward.”
I would. I would be the model employee. It was something I was determined to be. The ache between my legs wouldn’t let me fuck up again.
Chapter 10
Geoffrey
The interlude this morning didn’t seem to satisfy me enough. It had happened on a whim and was over so quickly that even though I had come it still left me burning for more of her. Fortunately, when I went to check on her, Missy was showing she was taking my demand that she behave seriously. She was working diligently when I came out of my office for lunch. She didn’t even look up, and there were no poor attempts at flirting.
That was good. Maybe we could move past that bratty, spoiled little girl.
I went to Trevor’s office to borrow him for lunch, “Have you had a chance to do the brainstorming session with your team?” I was curious as to what his team would come up with.
He locked his computer and stood. “Not yet. I have one scheduled for Wednesday. I will let you know what we come up with.” He walked with me down the hallway to the cafe, his expression confused. “I hate to ask this,” he started before he seemed to question himself. Then he decided to forge ahead, “Did you find out why Missy Hamilton came to the house on Friday?”
That question pulled me up short. Especially considering what I had done to her just this morning. I looked at him trying to figure out what he knew. What looked back at me was genuine curiosity, there were no accusations there. I decided it was probably the best idea that I not share that aspect with him, “I don’t know. But it was easy to tell that she was inebriated to the point of being incoherent.” I started us walking again. “I don’t think it had anything to do with either of us. B
ut I made sure she was aware that it wasn’t acceptable.”
He nodded, though he looked as if he were lost in thought. “She was always a partier from what I remember of her from school. From what I understand it only got worse.” He shrugged at me. “I guess that would explain Friday.”
“Well, I would expect it to not happen again. She has too much to lose to live like that now,” I muttered.
He made a noise. “I know you’re doing a friend a favor by hiring her. I can only hope it works out for the best. I can’t imagine she’s good with responsibility.”
“Not everyone is like you, Trevor.” I patted his shoulder. “Some people have to learn things the hard way. I imagine that we will see Missy grow into a responsible woman while she works here.” I was intending to make sure that happened but probably not in the most responsible way.
Lunch went by too quickly, but it was as if time decided to just inch by in increments that I didn’t have the patience for. A string of business meetings that treated me to a view of my assistant but the inability to touch her. She played the good part, taking notes and staying focused on what was being said throughout each meeting.
It was good. I couldn’t focus on any of it.
It didn’t have anything to do with the way she was dressed, which was much more appropriate for an office atmosphere. But it didn’t hide the memory I had of her bent over my desk, the sight of her red ass turned up in the air. The sound of her cries and the begging for more.
There was no time for another private meeting between her and me; I was damning myself for giving in. That brief moment I had with her tightness was something I couldn’t let go of, and I was looking forward to another chance to fuck her. The chance to spread her out and take my time with her. I wanted to hear all the little noises I could get her to make.
How loud could I get her to be?
My thoughts were interrupted by the buzz of my phone. I hit the intercom and I heard the object of my lust speak professionally back to me. “Ross Hamilton is on line two for you, sir.”
It gave me a rush and I couldn’t help the smirk that crossed my face as I answered his call. “Ross. Are you calling to check on your daughter again?”
“After Saturday,” he grunted. “It seems necessary. Like I’m her parole officer instead of her father.” Well that was because he was looking at this the wrong way. He spent her entire life letting her do what she wanted and have her way. No wonder she was the problem. “I wanted to make sure you had everything handled.”
“I handled her.” If only he knew. I closed my eyes and remembered the squeal she made when I first thrust into her. “I made sure she knew what was appropriate and inappropriate.” It felt like I had illustrated that to her perfectly; I doubted that she would misunderstand me again.
I heard him breathe a sigh of relief. “I have no idea what I’m going to do with that girl.”
“Did she go out again over the weekend?” I asked out of curiosity. I wondered if she had been with another man that night she came to my door. There were so many questions as to what she did before she ended up in my office bent over my desk.
Of course, I couldn’t ask him those details.
“No.” He sounded like he was ready to brag about her now. “Actually, she didn’t. Which surprised me, to be honest. She didn’t try to sneak out or have any of her little friends over. So, I think she realized the mistake she made.”
That was good. I felt relieved knowing that she had been smart enough to not go out and seek out more trouble. Maybe she did deserve something good when she came over tonight. “I’m going to make sure she works late tonight,” I informed him. “Just to make sure that the punishment sticks, and we don’t have to worry about talks like this anymore.”
“I trust you to do what you think is best.” He sounded confident in me.
“I imagine the longer she works here, Ross,” I smirked at the thought, “the more she will blossom. I’ll make sure she does a lot of growing up here.”
“I owe you more than a round of golf for this, my friend.” He sounded so grateful. “Name the day and the time, and I’ll be there to pick up the tab.”
“I’ve got to look at my schedule, but I’ll get back to you on that.” I laughed a little. I didn’t know how much I would have my hands full with his daughter. But I was going to find out tonight and I was going to enjoy every minute of it.
I let Ross go with a promise that he didn’t need to call to get tabs on his daughter. “If anything serious happens, you will be the first person I call,” I promised. His definition of serious versus mine was different.
With that phone call done it left me counting down the minutes, staring blankly at spreadsheets and plans. I toyed with the idea of leaving early, wondering if it would make her sweat. But decided against it. Instead, I would consider the options of what I would do to her once I had her in my bed.
Chapter 11
Missy
My heart was pounding in my ears when I finally got back to his house. I knocked on the door and I made sure I wasn’t the slobbering mess that I had been the last time I was here. He opened the door and it was apparent he hadn’t been home long. He was in the pressed slacks and a button-down, he had already lost the tie. With the way he leaned against the door frame it was clear he wasn’t going to make this easy on me.
“Can I help you, Ms. Hamilton?”
I swallowed hard and I tried to find my confidence. “I came to return something that belongs to you?”
He looked intrigued, but he hadn’t made any attempts to let me in yet. I glanced back at the driveway, checking to make sure no one could see us. With the fence and hedges, I was sure I wouldn’t be giving his neighbors any sort of show. Nervously, I picked up the hem of my skirt and showed him just what I wanted to give him. I had made sure I was trimmed just for him, but I could feel the heat from exposing myself rising up my neck. “I wanted to return your property to you, sir.” I heard the quiver in my voice, and I hoped he wouldn’t hold it against me.
He opened the door wider and he waved me in. I dropped my skirt and stepped past him. I tried to look at his house, this being the second time I was here but I couldn’t concentrate on what any of it looked like. I was electrified and waiting for him to touch me, so I could go into shock.
“Upstairs, Ms. Hamilton,” he instructed and I followed him. It was clear we were going into his bedroom. When I saw the size of his massive bed I couldn’t keep from quaking.
He took the time to turn down the sheets and blankets before he turned back to me. “Undress for me.” His voice was a low command I couldn’t resist. Not that I had much on, the dress was something modest but easy enough to get out of. I slipped it off my shoulders so that it became a puddle around my feet. With him watching I unhooked the black lacy bra that was left of the lingerie set that I had worn today.
I could feel his eyes skimming over me before he motioned me to come forward. I kept my heels on and I tried my best to stalk to him with that same air of confidence that I felt when I knocked on the door. I was so happy when I didn’t stumble.
“You are beautiful,” he breathed before he leaned down to kiss me. It made my heart pound harder and I gave in at the sweep of his tongue against my lips. He tasted like a bitter coffee that I knew I wouldn't be able to get enough of and I couldn’t help but cling to him as his kisses became hungrier. He pulled away, deftly unbuttoning his shirt so he could strip it off. I finally got a view of the muscle beneath those well-tailored suits and I couldn’t help the quiver that shook me. I wanted this so bad.
“Get on the bed,” he instructed and I was quick to follow his order. I crawled onto the bed until I got to the middle and waited for his next bit of instruction. Instead, he continued to undress, slipping out of his slacks and eying me with an appreciation I could feel. When he came to me it was all I could do to stay still. He took a hold of my wrists and put them up above my head, “I want these to stay right here, do you understand?”
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I nodded. When he started to touch me, it was an effort to keep my hands where he put them. He didn’t hesitate from taking what he wanted from me. His cupped my breasts with a tenderness I hadn’t expected. He rolled my nipples between his fingers until they became painfully tight. His hot mouth replaced his fingers and he sucked at one breast while he toyed with the other. It was as if there was a line of fire between my nipple and my pussy. I couldn’t help but moan with each sharp pull of his mouth.
His free hand had made its way between my thighs while I was distracted by his mouth. He parted my thighs without an effort and I felt his probing fingers start to map out my heated skin. His thumb found my clit with little effort and it began to tease it mercilessly. I was so torn by it that the invasion of his fingers had caught me off guard. My hips bucked upward against his hand involuntarily, but it didn’t seem to bother him.
He worked me with his hands and mouth as if I was a machine he was intimately familiar with. It felt so good, better than I could have imagined on my own. The invading fingers curled up within me and I choked on my breath, my thighs closed and before he could pry them apart again I was coming in a gushing mess. He managed to rip an orgasm from me so unexpectedly, I felt blindsided by it.
I heard him growl in approval and before I could even reconnect with myself I felt the hard length of his cock thrust into me. It was a sharpness that had me wrapping my legs around his hips. I barely had the sense to keep my hands above my head. The thrust of his cock in me pressed his pelvis in a beating rhythm against my clit. It was going to be too much. I couldn’t not touch him.
As soon as my hands found his shoulders he stopped and before I could protest, he pulled out. He crashed down beside me and started to pull me on top of him. “You can’t listen to direction? Then this is something you will have to do.”
I was dizzy from the sudden movements, but I didn’t protest. Instead, I found his cock and I held it still so I could slide down onto him. Feeling myself spread above him was just as good as when he speared me. I carefully started a rhythm that added to the crest that hit me while riding his cock. He took a hold of my hips and spurred me on, let me have a sense of control without letting me completely lose it.
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