I can almost guarantee it’s a wet sticky mess, but he stops right before he gets there. His hand drifts back up. I want to cry out for him to move it lower but my shyness gets the better of me. This is obviously a spanking and nothing more. I’m in trouble and must be disciplined. This line of thinking doesn’t help the throb between my legs.
“You’ll accompany me to a charity event on Friday.” He presses something hard against me. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from making another sound of need. I’m almost sure it’s his erection. Is he as turned on as I am? Can he feel this, too? He’s so good at hiding how he feels. Whereas I show everything on my face. There’s no hiding how I am feeling. At least that’s what I think. Maybe I hide what I’m feeling behind a smile. Is that so different from what he is doing?
“A date?” I ask. Is he asking me out on a date? I want to turn to look at him, but again my shyness stops me, and I’m not sure I want to read his expression right now.
“No,” he says sharply.
“Okay. I’ll work Friday night.”
He gives me a hard smack. The sound rings out in the room. It almost seems as though he doesn’t like the fact that I said it was for work. His hand stings but not as much as his words do. I know him saying it’s not a date shouldn’t hurt, but it does and I can’t figure out why.
9
Liam
Professionalism. That is what my company is built on. There’s a reason I’m on every up-and-coming CEO list there is. I’m young but not impulsive, bold but not brash. Above all, I’m a consummate professional. I must maintain those standards.
Which is why I redden my sunshine’s ass with several hard strokes of my palm. She moans, her low keening cry a demand. One I must meet. So I give her more discipline, punishing her for the cat, the skirt, and most of all--for intentionally leaving her panties at home.
When she’s panting and her ass is the color of a ripe peach, I drop to my knees and kiss her sore spots, running my tongue along her silky flesh. After all, I’m not without mercy. It’s imperative that I treat my employees with respect even when I discipline them.
Moving lower, I grip her legs and spread them farther apart. Getting a view of the sweet pink skin between her legs sets off a hunger in me that far surpasses anything I’ve ever felt for my $400 steak.
Perhaps now is the time to demonstrate that, as a professional, I value my sunshine’s work. When I see her wetness, I know I’m right, so I delve my tongue along her trembling lips, tasting her cunt and groaning at the flavor.
She jerks and knocks my fountain pen off my desk.
I don’t care. I grip her thighs and bury my face in her ass, my tongue greedily taking everything she has to offer as she pants and squirms. But she isn’t escaping me. Not when I’m showing her employee appreciation time. My tongue darts into her tight hole, and I spread my lips wider, tasting and feeling every bit of her wet pussy.
Pulling back, I tongue her perfect little asshole, and she squeaks.
“Mr. Baxter!” She turns and looks at me, her eyes wide.
I tongue her again, her thighs shuddering as I bring one hand to her wet slit and press two fingers inside her. She jerks, her body tightening around me as I pull my fingers out and stroke her clit while I lick her, my tongue wild on her lips and ass.
Her hips shake, her body seizing, and she comes with a moan that goes straight to my cock. I press my fingers inside her, feeling how hard it hits her. Fuck. I need to be inside her to give her full punishment. Fucking her roughly, the way she deserves, is the only true way to correct my sunshine and let her know that she’s an important part of my team.
I rise to my feet and survey her red ass. This will have to do for now. Even though my cock aches, I can’t rush this. A good, seasoned employee takes time. Running my hands up her hips, I grab the hem of her skirt and pull it down.
Leaning over her, I pull her upright and press my cock against her