by Hannah Ford
“If there was even a chance that Lucy Bastille was the one who vandalized your desk like that, then there was no way she was going to stay employed here.”
“But what if she wasn’t?”
“I don’t care,” I growl. “The fact that she might have been is enough for me. Keeping you safe is my first priority. That, and making sure you know that there are consequences for questioning the way I’ve chosen to handle things.”
I’ve reached the bottom of her dress now, and I grab it, twisting the fabric in my hands before pulling it up and sliding it off of her in one smooth motion.
She’s wearing a black satin thong and matching bra.
“You look sexy as fuck in these, Ms. Bennett,” I say, running my hands over her sides, enjoying the way her skin prickles with goose bumps at my touch. “It’s a shame that I’m going to have to get you naked now.”
I unhook her bra, letting those big breasts of hers out, then pull her panties down her thighs, past her knees, till I get to her ankles.
“Step out of your panties, Ms. Bennett.”
She does as she’s told until she’s standing there in just a pair of high heels and nothing else.
I cross in front of her, feasting my eyes on her curves, the twin gumdrops that are her hard nipples, the softness of her stomach, the lean muscles of her thighs. It takes every ounce of my self-control not to fuck her right there.
But I can’t.
Because she needs to learn a lesson.
“Lie down on the couch,” I tell her.
She looks like she wants to protest, but finally she bites back whatever smart retort she’s about to give me, and lies down on my couch.
I pull her hands up and over the arm of the couch, tie them together with my belt.
Then I grab my laptop and move to the chair that sits at a ninety-degree angle to the couch, giving me a view of that delicious pussy and the heave of her full breasts as she lies there, naked and at my mercy.
“You’re just going to work while I lie here?” she asks. Her cheeks are flushed, her nipples hard, betraying her desire.
“I am going to finish my conference call which you so rudely interrupted,” I say.
“That’s insane.”
“Is it?”
“Yes. I want… I mean, if you want to punish me, there are other ways to do it.” She squirms on the couch, and I can tell she’s talking about being punished sexually. But that’s not how this works.
“You don’t get to decide the ways in which I punish you, Ms. Bennett. And unfortunately, you have chosen to go about finding that out the hard way.”
She clamps her mouth shut.
An hour passes.
I have my conference call with China. Every so often I look up at her, lying there naked in just her high heels.
At one point I mute the call and instruct her to lay her leg over the side of the couch, giving me a much better view of that delicious cunt. As the minutes pass, her cheeks become flushed, and I can tell her pussy is getting wetter. By the time I hang up, there’s a faint wet spot on the fabric underneath her.
“Enjoying this, are you, Ms. Bennett?”
“Screw you,” she says, her eyes flashing.
I was about to put her out of her misery, was about to fuck her until she came. But she obviously hasn’t learned her lesson yet.
So I sigh, stand up and pull off my tie.
I use it to gag her.
“If you won’t stay quiet, Ms. Bennett, I will have to take steps to make sure you do.”
Her eyes widen, but she stays quiet. She has no choice.
I give her another half an hour on the couch, working on some contracts and spreadsheets, taking another call, until finally, I’m ready for her.
I go over and take the gag from her mouth.
“Have you learned your lesson, Ms. Bennett?’
“Yes, sir.” Her tone is conciliatory now, her eyes wide and innocent, and I reward her by leaning down and drawing her nipple into my mouth, sucking it until she moans.
“Good girl.” I untie the belt from around her hands. “Leave your hands over your head,” I command.
I strip my clothes off, then pull her off the couch and onto her knees, pressing my cock into her mouth, holding the back of her head down on my dick, making sure she can’t get away.
“If you insist on talking back, Ms. Bennett, I will have to make sure you have something in your mouth to prevent you from doing so.”
She’s staring up at me, her eyes watering with the effort of taking all of me.
“Stick your ass into the air.” She does, and I begin to thrash her ass my belt, punishing her, each blow leaving a stronger red mark on her smooth skin. The whole time she’s choking on my cock.
I may have been soft with her last night, but she’s awakened something inside of me now, something that needs to be sated.
She’s sucking my dick and I’m belting her, and God she feels good, looking up at me all innocent, her eyes wide and surprised as her round ass jiggles with each blow.
Finally, I pull her off of my dick with a pop, and she gasps for breath, but looks up at me, those eyes still wide and trusting, and I feel that same feeling inside of me, the one I felt last night, when the word ‘love’ was on the tip of my lips.
But instead of saying it, I bury it.
I bury it and throw her down on the floor, getting on top of her and pushing into her cunt, hard and deep.
She cries out my name, her nails biting into my back as I fuck her, hard.
This isn’t like last night, when I was soft and gentle with her. No, this is hard and dirty fucking.
I smother her cries with my mouth. She might not be a virgin anymore, but she’s not completely broken in yet, and I know I’m hurting her. I kiss her until her cries turn into moans of pleasure.
“Fuck, baby, come for me,” I breath, pumping my hips into her. Her pussy fits around me like a glove, pulling me in.
I feel her clench around me, feel her pussy spasming on me as she orgasms. A moment later, I pull out and come on her, painting her lower stomach with my cum, washing it splash against her skin.
She watches too, her lips arranged in an O of fascination.
“You won’t clean that,” I growl when I’m done. “You’ll keep that on your skin all day, do you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.” She trembles, and I close my eyes, resisting the urge to pull her to me, to take her in my arms.
I stand up and begin to dress, instructing her to do the same.
I’m fixing my tie when my phone rings, the special ring that indicates it’s Darren.
“Yes,” I bark.
“Boss.” His voice is serious. “I have info about who vandalized Abigail Bennett’s computer.”
“I’m listening.”
He says the name, and my blood goes cold…
The End of Part Five
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