by Kira Bloom
My mind may be struggling with the encounter, but my body was apparently loving it.
His palm connected with me again.
“Seven.”
A tingling sensation began spreading across my abused flesh, and I arched my hips to meet his hand when he spanked me again.
“Eight.”
I was starting to enjoy the pain just a little. Okay, a lot.
What the fuck was happening to me?
“Two more, Ms. Rivers.”
I groaned at the next slap, grinding my hips.
“Nine.”
Oh God, one more. Just one more left …
The last hit was harder than any before it, and I squealed. “Ten!”
I slumped into his lap, relief and arousal sweeping through me. It was over, but … did I want it to be?
“Well done, Ms. Rivers. You handled your first punishment beautifully.” His long fingers traced over my ass cheeks gently.
Admiring his handiwork?
I whimpered when he began to massage my tender flesh, his strong hands easing the sting and replacing it with the strangest pleasure I’d ever experienced. Soon, I was moaning into my arm as I tried to muffle my reaction to his touch.
“Bad girls get punished. Good girls get rewarded.” He parted my cheeks and tugged at my thong, putting just enough pressure on my clit to make me crazy, but he didn’t touch me there directly. Releasing my underwear, he went back to massaging my ass. “But you are far from a good girl yet, Ms. Rivers.”
His hands left me, and I felt cold without his touch.
“Stand back up.”
Wait, is that it?
He was going to leave me wet and wanting after spanking the hell out of my ass?
Pushing off his lap, I made it back to my feet, yanking my skirt down in annoyance. My pussy ached so badly that I was tempted to shove my hand into my underwear right there in front of him to relieve myself. I figured that’d just get me another spanking, however, and I wasn’t keen on having my sore butt punished again so soon.
He looked up at me, appearing no-worse-for-wear, despite what he’d just done to me. Apart from his obvious hard-on, that is. It was the only sign that he’d been at all affected by our … encounter.
“Sir, I—”
“We have a busy day ahead of us, Ms. Rivers, and your punishment has put us behind schedule. I’ll need you to set up conference room C for the meeting I have taking place in there tomorrow at nine. All the information you’ll need is on your computer at your desk outside.”
With that, he turned toward his desk, dismissing me. I stared at the back of his head in stunned silence.
You sadistic sonofabitch. That’s how it’s gonna be, huh?
Spank me until I’m a wet, horny mess, then show me the door.
Well, fine. If that’s how he wanted to play it, I could pretend to be as unaffected as him.
Tilting my chin up, I spoke in as cold a voice as I could muster. “Yes, Mr. Maslow. Right away.”
I moved around his desk and made my way to the door, keeping my eyes focused straight ahead and forcing myself to walk normal, despite the throbbing in my ass. Anger and embarrassment warred for dominance within me. I’d come in this morning so eager to please him because I thought he was as interested in me as I was of him.
You’re an idiot, Winter. A guy like that is only interested in one thing, and you just let him have it for free after you swore up and down this would never happen.
Opening the office door, I stepped out into the hall and let it slam shut behind me. With a sigh, I pressed my back against it, wincing when I accidentally put pressure on my ass.
Damn him. Damn him, damn him, damn him.
I was a dumbass, and he was an asshole. That fact didn’t make me any less attracted to him, unfortunately. I pressed my thighs together when I replayed my punishment again in my head. Despite my physical discomfort, I’d ended up enjoying the spanking. Hell, I’d loved it. Remembering his big, warm hands caressing me at the end made my breath catch in my throat. Fuck, I wanted to do it again, but I didn’t want to want it.
I wanted to storm out of this building and never look back.
No, I wanted to march back into his office and demand he finish what he’d started.
And I wanted to kneel at his feet and beg for his cock.
I squeezed my eyes shut, shame pummeling me at that last thought. Honestly, the only thing I knew for sure was that I wasn’t leaving. Not yet. Mr. Maslow had sparked something in me that I hadn’t known was there, and I wasn’t willing to walk away from the chance to explore it.
Maybe he was right. Maybe I was a bad girl after all.
Bad girls pull pranks. Bad girls get even. Bad girls don’t let boys ignore them.
With a smirk, I made my way to my desk, my spirits a little higher than they’d been a moment ago.
Dmitry Maslow thought I was a bad girl he could punish.
I’d show him just how bad I could be so that he’d have no other choice but make me good.
7
Dmitry
The next morning, I stared at my reflection in the mirror of my private bathroom.
What the fuck am I? A fucking teenager who can’t control his dick?
Almost the moment Ms. Rivers had stepped out of my office yesterday in an obvious huff, I’d stormed into my bathroom through the hidden door in my office to jerk off. I hadn’t been able to help myself. I’d been so goddamn hard that it had been painful. The way Ms. Rivers had responded to her spanking had nearly driven me out of my mind. She’d arched her back like a cat in heat, and I’d felt how wet and hot she was against me leg. She had loved my hands on her, punishing her, making her squirm as I turned her ass red.
My own reaction to her stunned the hell out of me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so close to losing control of myself. If things hadn’t ended when they did—if I hadn’t dismissed her …
I’d have bent her over my desk and fucked her like I knew we both wanted me to. That wasn’t the plan though. That wasn’t the game. I was supposed to drive her crazy with need. Push her to the brink of madness so that she surrendered everything to me to appease her lust. Instead, I’d found myself grasping to keep hold of the reins.
I ran a hand through my hair and scowled, furious with myself for still being so affected by her nearly twenty-four hours later.
Get your shit together.
The meeting this morning that she was doing last minute preparations for was too important for me to be distracted.
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and willed thoughts of Ms. Rivers and her sweet, curvy body from my mind. I promised myself I’d play with her afterwards. She’d be my reward for landing this job.
I opened my eyes again, feeling calmer. Checking my watch, I saw that it was twenty-till nine. Ms. Rivers had had plenty of time to finish setting up the conference room since she’d had all day yesterday as well. I needed to check that she’d done everything correctly before the client arrived.
There could be no slip-ups today.
Striding from the bathroom, I crossed the length of my office and stepped out in the hall. I paused at Ms. Rivers’ desk to glance at the items on top. With a frown, I realized she had no personal items on it to speak of. Hedging her bets, perhaps? Shaking my head, I continued to the conference room.
When I reached the door, I paused to affirm I had absolute control of myself.
No distractions. For the next hour, Ms. Rivers is an employee. Nothing more.
Convinced I had myself in check, I opened the door and stepped into the room.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
I froze at the sight of Winter on her hands and knees, collecting scattered papers that appeared to have fallen on the floor, her perfectly rounded ass pointed right at me.
My cock shot to attention, and I ground my teeth together as I struggled for control.
So much for no fucking distractions.
I cle
ared my throat, but it sounded more like a snarl. She gave a start and turned her head to look back at me, a few strands of golden hair escaping her bun.
“Mr. Maslow! I didn’t hear you come in, sir. I-I dropped the packets.” Her face turned bright red, and she turned back around to quickly collect the last of the documents. I watched as she worked her way to her feet somewhat clumsily in her tight skirt, but it did nothing to deter my raging lust for her. In fact, watching her ass wiggle around as she fought her way up nearly made me groan. I scrubbed my hand over my mouth and jerked my gaze from her.
“Is everything ready, Ms. Rivers?” I looked around the room to inspect her work. The coffee service was set up and ready on the back counter along with breakfast pastries. Folders and pens were laid out at each spot at the table, and the projector was fired up and ready. Other than the copies of my proposed bid that she’d dropped on the floor, everything appeared perfect.
I couldn’t help feeling pleased.
“Yes, sir, I just need to finish putting these out.” There was a little bite in her tone as she moved around the table, placing a packet of paper in front of each chair. “The instructions left on my computer desktop were very detailed and helpful.”
My last assistant, Mrs. Russel, had been a gem. She had been detail-oriented, thorough in her work, and reliable. Our relationship had remained strictly professional, as I’d had no desire to fuck her, nor her me. She’d been happily married and in her mid-fifties when I hired her. Before she’d retired, she had made sure to document every detail of how I liked things done so her replacement could stand a chance of keeping me happy.
If she could see that replacement right now …
Ms. Rivers’ movements were jerky as she finished readying the room, and she avoided my gaze. I could tell it wasn’t because she was still embarrassed about what we’d done yesterday, though. No, she was pissed. Pissed, and still so turned on, her hard little nipples poked at her blouse. Her obvious pique amused me. Was she mad that I’d spanked her?
Or mad I hadn’t made her come?
I fought the urge to grin as she stormed up to me, her arms folded under those lush tits and her brown eyes narrowed into a glare.
“Is everything to your liking, sir?” she snapped.
Oh, I liked this. This mix of obedience and defiance. Her attitude wouldn’t do for the meeting, however. I needed her pleasant and hospitable. Not looking as though she wished I’d walk out into traffic on Commonwealth Avenue.
My lips slid into a smirk. “Everything appears perfect, Ms. Rivers. Job well done.”
It was clear she hadn’t expected me to compliment her efforts. Her cheeks pinkened, and her lips parted slightly before she remembered she was mad at me. Pressing her mouth into a hard line, she nodded.
“Thank you, sir. If that’s all, I’ll go wait for your guests at reception to escort them back.” She began to move past me, but I rested a hand on her shoulder to stop her. Her body tensed beneath my touch, and her breathing shallowed. Glancing up at me, she murmured, “Sir?”
I leaned down so that I spoke directly at her ear. “You’ve been a very good girl, Ms. Rivers. Like I told you, good girls get rewarded.”
She began trembling, her beautiful gaze flashing with excitement.
“What is my reward, sir?”
“Sit on the table.”
A little gasp escaped her plump pink lips, but she turned to obey without hesitation. She hopped up on the conference table and watched me as I approached her.
“Lay back.”
Her breathing grew heavier as she did as she was told. I stared down at her, so willing and pliable to my commands. This was risky and more than a little stupid. The client was supposed to arrive within the next fifteen minutes, but I couldn’t wait another second to put my hands on her.
After all, the fucking thought of touching her had kept me up all night.
Rolling up my sleeves, I hissed, “Pull up your skirt and spread your legs for me, krasavitsa.”
“Krasavitsa,” she breathed, her tongue tripping over the word.
“It means beautiful,” I explained, my voice rough with my desire to possess this beautiful creature. “Now, legs. Spread them.”
She lifted her legs so she could reach the hem of her skirt and she slowly slid it up her thighs, teasing me. Even from this position, I could see the red splotches from her spanking yesterday before she lowered her legs again and let them fall wide for me. Stepping between her parted knees, I rested one hand on her thigh and briefly kneaded the creamy flesh there.
Her skin was so soft and smooth, I wanted to run my tongue along every inch of her body.
Later, I promised myself, moving my other hand to her panties. Today they were lacy. Blush pink. Just a quick taste now, and you can feast on her later.
Hooking my finger into the crotch of her skimpy panties, I moved the cloth aside to reveal her pink, glistening pussy. My teeth clenched at the sight. She was soaked. If I pulled my cock out, I could sink right into her without issue, and I could already tell that my sweet girl would be so tight.
No time for that! Focus, damn it. Get her off, get through this meeting, then fuck the shit out of her in your office later.
“Mr. Maslow …” she breathed.
I glanced up and met her bright amber eyes. They were clouded with lust and a needy little whimper broke from her lips as we stared at each other.
Keeping my gaze on hers, I nudged a finger between her folds. She jerked at the contact, her breasts heaving with her pants. I wanted to rip open her blouse and bury my face between her luscious tits, but I had to keep telling myself there was no time. Instead, I focused on stroking her, spreading her wetness around and around as I teased her entrance with the tip of my finger. Her hips started to grind into me, but I put pressure on the hand still holding her thigh in warning.
“Don’t. Fucking. Move,” I ordered in a low voice.
Her hips stilled as her teeth sunk into her bottom lip.
Fuck, she was sexy. Such a breathtaking contrast. Her hair pulled back in its prim and proper bun, her blouse buttoned up to her throat so there wasn’t a hint of cleavage, and her skirt up around her hips with her pussy exposed to her boss.
When I sunk my finger inside her, she moaned, her eyes falling closed.
“Look at me.” My voice was rough, but she appeared to like it. The walls of her cunt clamped around my finger, and her eyes popped back open. “I want to watch you when I make you come.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
I loved when she said those words. My cock was straining against my zipper as I began to pump my finger in and out of her, and I sucked in a breath as she clenched and unclenched around me, her cunt a perfect little vise.
“Your pussy is so tight. I want you to grip my cock as hard as you’re gripping my finger, do you understand me, krasavitsa?”
She bobbed her head, making my cock twitch as I imagined her hot lips wrapped around me. “I want that too, sir,” she groaned, keeping her eyes on me just as I’d commanded.
“Soon, you’ll get your wish,” I promised, sliding a second finger into her tight heat. “If you’re a good, obedient girl, I’ll fill you with my cock and fuck you so hard, you’ll feel me between your legs for days.”
Wild sounds of pleasure spilled from her mouth, growing louder and louder as my promises got filthier. Someone passing by the room would definitely be able to hear her. Removing my hand from her thigh, I placed it over her mouth to muffle her noises. That seemed to drive her crazier. She arched her back and her hips began to shake in her effort to stay still.
“Do you like to be gagged, Ms. Rivers?” She nodded eagerly. I guided my free hand up to slip two fingers into her mouth. “Suck. Show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do.”
Her lips sealed around my fingers and she sucked on them with a moan. I pumped my fingers in and out of her pussy harder, pressing the palm of my hand against her clit. I mimicked the motions with the fingers in her m
outh, thrusting them in and out as her tongue lapped at them. I continued imagining it was my dick between her lush lips, and my own hips jerked against the edge of the table.
She was getting close. Her hips began to writhe beneath me, disobeying my command to remain still. I doubted she realized what she was doing, but the thought of punishing her later made me fuck her harder with my fingers, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Tearing my fingers from her lips, I placed my hand back over her mouth to contain her screams when she found her release.
“Come for me, krasavitsa.” I circled my thumb over her clit. “Come hard on my hand. I want to feel you, my beautiful sweet girl.”
My permission appeared to be just what she needed to plunge over into the abyss. Her body jerked as she came, and she sunk her teeth into my palm. Wetness flooded my hand as the orgasm ripped through her. Relentlessly, I continued to pump my fingers into her and rub her clit, stretching out her release for as long as possible. When she’d come as much as she could, her body went limp on the table.
My cock was straining to get free, making me a fucking zombie in my own lust. Removing my hands from her, I undid my belt and unzipped my pants to pull out my hard length. Shoving her thong aside again, I stared down at her as I began jerking myself off. Her eyes widened.
“Mr. Maslow, do you need to—” she started in a breathless voice.
I nodded but didn’t speak. Wasn’t sure if I could.
Raising her legs, she propped her feet on the table and pushed my hand away to hold her frilly pink panties aside herself.
“You can do it here,” she panted, spreading herself with her own fingers. “I want you to. I want to feel you on me the rest of the day. Please, sir.”
I bit my cheek to keep from roaring to the ceiling as my orgasm slammed through me. My cock erupted, cum spurting across her mound and inner thighs. She gasped, and a luscious quiver shook her legs.
When I was spent, I dropped my head to her flat belly to catch my breath. She combed her fingers through my hair, silent as she waited for me to collect myself. When my mind cleared and the last of my pleasure dissipated, I stood back up and tucked my cock back into my pants.