Tell Me - Ashe Barker Page 0,43

start my audit of your human resources policies now, Mr diMarco?” She emphasised his name, particularly his title.

Tony managed to conceal his grin. So, his little sub wanted to keep things formal here, did she? He’d indulge her, up to a point. But she’d earned a spanking later. The first of several if he was any judge. He pulled a small block of post-it notes toward him and jotted a few words on the top one. He tore it from the block and stuck it on her leather-bound document folder.

Later. Dining table. Your bare bottom, my belt. xxx

Tony enjoyed a private moment of pure lust as her face coloured puce. He beamed a smile at a speechless Thea as he sauntered out of the room, nodded to Isabel in the outer office, and headed back down into the warehouse to charm his employees.

“I didn’t get chance to ask you earlier, how did it go with Denise Metcalfe?” Tony leaned back in his chair and placed his feet on the desk. He surveyed his new colleague as she closed down the recently installed computer terminal on her pristine desk. Isabel, with her customary efficiency, had had the additional furniture and equipment delivered and set up within hours of him requesting it. Thea looked quite at home already.

“Great, once she calmed down. She was convinced I’d called her in because of the investigation, which of course was true indirectly. She looked astonished though when I offered her the job.”

“She accepted?”

“Oh yes, but we’ll need to find some management training for her. She’s a good accountant, but as we already know, there’s more to her new role than that.”

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something suitable.”

“Me? So is staff training my responsibility too?” She swivelled her chair round to face him.

“Part of human resources, surely.”

“I suppose.” She picked up a pen and turned back to her desk to jot a note on a sheet of paper.

“Don’t you use an electronic diary?”

“Yes, for some things. But I like lists. On paper. It’s a system that works.”

Tony shrugged. “Whatever. Who am I to quarrel? But I will require you to turn your desk around, I prefer you facing me.”

She swivelled again and looked up, peering at him over her glasses. “What, you want me to do that now?”

“No, next time you’re in. Which will be when?”

“It’s Tuesday today. I need to go in to Kershaw’s tomorrow, certainly, and probably Thursday too. I’ll be here again on Friday though, all being well.”

He nodded. “Bring a weekend bag with you. You’ll be staying at mine. So, are you ready for the off?”

“Almost. I just need to rinse these cups and—”

“Leave them. We have a cleaner who does that stuff. Come here.”

“Tony…?”

“Here. Now.” His tone held that curt Dom timbre. She rose and crossed the room.

“Sir, I don't think—”

“You look very prim, Mrs Richmond. Tell me, are you wearing knickers under that oh-so-decent skirt?”

“Of course, Sir.”

“Commendable. Remove them please. And the tights too, obviously.”

“I will not. Not here.”

“Oh Thea…” His tone was deliberately ominous, dripping sensual menace. “You know better than that.”

“Sir, I don't mean to be difficult. Or disobedient. But…”

“We are quite alone here, Thea. I promised you a spanking, but I’ll deliver that at home. And incidentally, the six strokes I had in mind just doubled. But I want your underwear now.”

He held out his hand for her knickers, and watched with interest as a parade of emotions crossed her face. Alarm, confusion. And perhaps arousal. Yes, definitely arousal. She stepped out of those sexy, understated little shoes and bent to lift her skirt, then rolled down her tights from under it. She offered those to him, and he accepted them. His intention was that she be naked under her suit. He waited while she peeled her panties down her legs too, then pocketed both garments.

“Are you wet, Thea?”

“Yes, Sir.” She stood before him, her expression despondent.

“Why so sad? Is this not a cause for celebration?”

“Not here. It’s okay if we’re somewhere we can fuck, but—”

“I don’t usually fuck my colleagues, but I suppose I could accommodate you. If you insist.”

“That’s not what I meant, Sir.”

“No? Are you not wet then? Disgracefully so? Not dripping in readiness for a long, sweet fuck?”

“Sir, I can’t do this.” She raised her gaze to his, the telltale sheen of tears unmistakable.

“Why? Tell me, Thea.”

“What if someone were to see? What if Isabel had to come back for something?”

“The outer doors are locked. There’s no CCTV in here. No one’s