hair. “Undo your buttons for me, sweetie,” he says softly.
I eagerly get to work on the buttons of my blouse, and he slides a hand up my pencil skirt. When I’m finally done, he smiles. “I don’t like this,” he says, staring down at my camisole. “Too many layers.”
I laugh and eagerly pull at my camisole, and I finally reveal my brassiere.
He traces the lace trim. “Beautiful.” He dips his head, and with a skillful hand, he frees my breast from its cup, and takes it in his hot mouth. He moans as he sucks my nipple and bites gently. The sensation goes straight to my sex, making me so wet.
This is pure torture. All of it. I want to take it further. But I don’t. I’m not ready to be with another man. I’ve never been with anyone but Donovan. It would feel like a betrayal. But when do I stop feeling like this? His death was my fault, and I don’t deserve a second of pleasure. I should be the one six feet under.
I push Weston away, and he eyes me with concern. “This hardly feels like being disciplined,” I tell him. “I’m enjoying it way too much.”
He laughs. “Yes, I apologize. I’ve kind of been sidetracked.”
“Yes, very much so, Mr. Hanson.”
“Turn around,” he commands, and I spin around like a ballerina.
“Press your hands flat on my desk.”
Again, I obediently do as I’m told. I’m loving every minute. I never realized I was so submissive before, but turns out I am. I enjoy every second. I love being under his control, at his mercy.
Once again, he grabs my hips forcefully and pulls me against him. My whole body dips down, and my face is pressed against the notebook on his desk.
He pulls up my pencil skirt, and I bite my lip in anticipation of what is to come. He traces a soft finger along my thigh, teasing, taking his time. He slaps me once, not too hard. “Bad girl.”
I smile, wanting more.
He does it again. “I want those concepts on my desk by tomorrow morning. If they’re not there, I’ll just have to spank you again, Grasshopper. Understood?”
I laugh.
“Understood?” he asks again, more sternly this time.
“Yes, understood, Mr. Hanson.”
He pulls down my panties and strokes my ass. “God,” he breathes. “You have an amazing bum. I want to make it red.”
“You can,” I say, giving him permission to kick it up a notch. “I’ve been very bad.”
He slaps harder, really hard. It hurts, but feels so damn good. I want more. I finally understand what the Fifty Shades fuss was all about. I’d read the books, and enjoyed the romance of it, but never really understood how Anastasia could enjoy being hurt. Now I really get it.
“Harder,” I beg.
“Are you sure, sweetie?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He slaps me again. Hard. Once. Twice.
I whimper.
“I think that’s enough for today,” he says and rubs circles against my skin. “I wouldn’t want this lovely bum to get too sore.” He falls to his knees and kisses me gently. He pulls my panties further down.
I desperately want him to take them off, and fuck me right on his desk. But I know I’m not ready for that yet. I know I’ll regret it. “Oh no, you don’t,” I warn. “Remember the rules. Panties stay on at all times. Back up they go, please.”
He laughs and growls at the same time, and reluctantly pulls them back over my rear.
“I’m not crazy about these rules,” he whispers against my ear. “I’m so hard.”
I grin like an idiot. “Mr. Boss Man is so horny all the time,” I tease. “It must be painful.”
“It is,” he tells me. “But you can’t blame me. I haven’t had sex in about three years.”
I whip around. “Really?” I ask, shocked.
He smiles, bashful. “Really.”
“But why?” I ask. “Someone like you? You could have anyone…”
“Someone like me?” he says. “Believe it or not, I don’t meet women at every corner, and besides I’m not the kind of man who just wants a body. I need to experience a connection with a woman to fully desire her. And that doesn’t happen often.”
“Oh…” I say, at a loss for words.
“I went through a really hard break-up four years ago—”
“Yes… your divorce. That must have been hard.”
He plays with a lock of my hair. “No, it wasn’t my divorce. It was someone else.”
My heart dips into my stomach. Someone else? Was he cheating on his wife? Was that why they got divorced? Who is this other