Spanking Ms. Whitman (Play at Work) (7 page)

Dear God.

Dizziness washed over her and she swayed then sucked in air.
Oxygen.
Automatic things like breathing required thought. Every bit of her focus dwelled in her finger being stroked and sucked.
I want that tongue in my mouth, on my neck, my nipples, my…my…
A trickle of moisture escaped her pussy and dampened her upper thigh.
I want his mouth there.

She pulled her finger out, tugging him closer. Closing her eyes, she relished his soft exhale against her face then swallowed and went for it. A touch, lips parted, mouth open, heat…and he took control back.

Growling low in his throat, he lifted her astride his lap, her aching pussy riding the length of his hard cock through the layers of his clothing. His wool pants chafed at her swollen lips and when she opened her mouth to protest he descended with a searching kiss, devouring her, invading and overwhelming her senses. His clean, masculine scent surrounded her, and she whimpered, accepting his mastery, his total dominance. She followed where he led, the kiss—she hoped—the beginning of what they could share. He lapped at her mouth as though she sated deep hunger.

She rubbed against his cock, panting at the rising waves of pleasure. Her well-spanked ass burned where it touched the wool, but that too blended into the waves of sensation, pain and pleasure blurring a line that no longer made sense.

“Oh, please,” she rasped. “Please.”

He moved her back, nuzzling her throat, nipping at the sensitive skin and licking away the sting. “Please, what?”

“I-I don’t know, but I can’t stand it.”

“You’ll have to ask if you want something from me. Unless you trust me to understand your needs and take care of you.” He bit her earlobe then lapped at it, soothing. And amazing.

Relief washed over her.
He knows what I need.
“Oh, please, I trust you. Please take care of me, take me….”

He paused, sitting her straight on his lap and holding her gaze with such a serious expression, she felt a flash of fear run over her, raising goose bumps on her arms and legs.

“Do you have any idea what you ask? What I am? What I might want of you?”

Panting, she shook her head. “Yes…no. I don’t know.”

“I am a Dom.”

She blinked, still under the influence of his drugging kiss and adrift with more sensation than she’d ever experienced.
A Dom?
Fighting to think straight, she visualized what she’d thought that meant. A guy in leather in a dungeon, whipping a woman chained to the wall…a cartoonish image that did not fit the current situation or Mr. Marks at all.

“Okay…a Dom?”

“I am.”

She shivered, missing the heat of his embrace, but struggling to understand what he said. “And you want me to be your slave?”

He rolled his eyes. “No, not exactly. I just want you to know, that if we continue…on the path we are on…who I am. What I look for in a relationship.”

Her heart lifted. He was still talking, but she only heard the word relationship. After a moment, he reached behind her and gave her fanny a smack.

“Oh, oww.” She bounced, landing back on his cock.

He winced. “Pay attention.”

“Fine.” His serious expression made her search her mind. “Sir?”

“Yes, that’s the first step. There’s a lot to a Dom/sub relationship, and while I believe you need what I have to offer you, I don’t think we need to get into all that now.” He rocked his hips, rubbing his length against her wet folds. “So, for tonight, just for now, will you allow me to take control…to take you where you need to go.”

She nodded, fighting for speech. He didn’t move however, until she said, “Yes, sir. I’m yours.”

“I will take you at your word.” He leaned against the chair back and smiled at her. “Remove your blouse.”

“Yes, sir.” Fingers shaking, she opened each button, then let the white cotton slide back off her shoulders and drop to the floor.

“Your bra, please.”

She complied while her heart tried to pound out of her chest. Could he see its frantic thumping through her skin when the bra fell away, leaving her breasts bare? She trembled when he pinched one of her nipples

“Lovely, like rosebuds.” He pulled her toward him and licked at the other, sucking it into his heated mouth . She squirmed, trying to make contact with his cock, but he grasped her hips and held her still.

“Oh, please….” She linked her fingers behind his head against her.

He released her nipple. “Please what?”

He sucked the other peak into his mouth. “Please, sir?” He bit down, held it between his teeth, and she squeaked.

He let go then stood and spun around to lay her on the glassy expanse of his desk. The cold wood soothed the burn in her ass, but the look on his face stole her breath.

Resuming his seat, he lay one of her legs over each of his shoulders. “Beautiful.” He ran one finger through her folds. “Pink, like the inside of a conch shell.” He pinched her clit, and she moaned. “So, little one, who’d have thought you’d be bare. The conservative Miss Mona, getting a full wax, thank heavens for modern fashions.”

Shuddering she tried to close her legs, but he held them in place. “No, I like you open to me.” He stroked the inside of her thighs, urging her wider, splayed at the edge of the desk for his examination. “ I like to see what’s mine. And you are mine, aren’t you? For tonight, at least.”

“Y-yes.”

He rubbed the side of his hand through her slippery wetness, from front to back and forward again. “Tell me, then.”

“I’m yours, sir.”

He bent close, and her heart fluttered. “Not that I plan to do anything that might call for it, but I want you to remember your safe word.” He stroked a finger through her wet pussy and she clenched inside. “If anything I do is too much for you, you only have to say it.”

“Tardy.”

“Very good. Now, I want to see if you taste as sweet as you smell.” He grasped her upper thighs, pushing her even wider, so open she felt completely exposed, and dipped his mouth to her pussy, licking her outer folds, mapping her with his tongue. She reached for him but he released her legs and took her hands in his, holding them down to the desk.

He moved away from her, hot breath still titillating her sensitive tissues. “Next time maybe I’ll tie these down.”

Next time?
He sucked her clit into his mouth and closed his teeth on it, just the slightest sting enough to send her flying over the edge into oblivion and beyond thought.

Bucking her hips, she rode the waves, crying out until after a moment or a lifetime, she rode them to the beach and landed, covered with a fine sheen of sweat to find him sitting back and watching. Too overwhelmed for embarrassment, she panted, waiting to see what he would do next.

He clucked and flipped her over on her belly. “You neglected to call me sir a few times.” She heard the slide of the desk drawer opening and a sharp click as he laid something beside her. Turning her head she saw the paddle. “I don’t want to overdo your first time, but I need to help you remember.”

She gulped, “Yes, sir.”

“And how many spanks do you think it will take to remind you.”

Her mind raced. “Five…sir?”

“Fine. Count them.”

The first smack hit her backside and she croaked, “One.”

The next four came fast and painful but then they were over leaving her eyes flooded with tears again, her heart sore at disappointing him. Little enough to ask from a man who made all her fantasies come true. But, oh it hurt!

He’d exercised so much control, he didn’t know if he had any left. The vision before him was more than he’d ever dreamed of seeing—well, exactly what he’d always envisioned if he were truthful.

Mona’s ass held the fading pink from a bit earlier spreading down to the tops of her shapely thighs and in the center of her cheeks, the rosy marks of the paddle. His eyes drifted to her puffy pussy lips shiny with slick arousal. He wanted to yank his pants down and thrust his cock into her heated core without delay, but a good Dom takes care of his sub first, before his own needs.

He tugged on her legs, bringing her back to the edge of the desk and resting his palms on her backside. The heat of her paddled skin under his palms made his cock jerk in his pants, but he forced himself to take the time to rub out the worst of the pain, rewarded by a soft whimper and a long sigh from the woman he wished to make his, now and forever.

“Shh, it’s okay. Do you need anything? A drink of water?”

“No, no thank you, sir.” She flashed a watery smile, and his heart thumped in response. He pushed his chair back and stood, shedding his clothing without ceremony, anxious to return to her. From a drawer, he drew out a strip of foil packets and dropped them on the desk.

He helped her to stand and held her in the loose circle of his arms, taking in her beautiful face. Tear-streaked cheeks, lashes darkened and stuck together. He rubbed a thumb over her swollen lower lip then bent to give her a soft kiss. Emotion he’d suppressed for years surged through his veins when she returned it. He tightened his arms and held her for a time, her skin against his a pleasure he’d never expected to enjoy, but soon his lust made itself known again and his cock twitched.

She rocked her hips against him and his cock hardened further. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me—sir.”

Nearly beyond thinking, he lifted her and carried her to the wide sofa, laying her there with care—a precious and fragile treasure. He bent his knees to join her when he remembered and moved to grab the string of condoms—an impulse buy on the way back across town, just in case he hadn’t read her wrong.

Before lying with her, he drank in the high color in her cheeks, the flush across her throat. Strands of silky blonde hair framed her face. Arousal tightened the buds of her nipples and her slim waist drew his eye to her rounded hips and the smooth slit between her satin thighs. As he returned to her face, he became aware that her own attention focused on his cock and a pucker had formed between her brows.

Size. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen that expression. He hastened to reassure her lest anxiety ruin the moment.

“We’ll take our time, and I will make sure you are well prepared.”

She raised her arms, her tiny smile rushing straight to his heart. He dropped to the sofa and pulled her to him, using his free hand to caress her from breast to hips, circling and stopping to pinch and pull at her nipples, gratified by her gasp. Then he dipped into her slit, his fingers finding her ready for him, wet and slippery, but he rubbed his thumb over her clit until her breath rasped in her throat.

Unable to resist, he bent and took a nipple in his mouth, nibbling at the ripe peak while his fingers played in her wetness. She cried out and arched her back in orgasm and he gave her a moment, held tight in his embrace, kissing her before leaning away to tear open a foil package and sheathe his cock.

He knelt between her legs, then paused and pulled a cushion from the corner of the couch and lifting her hips, tucked it under her buttocks. “So open to me.”

“Always.” Her serious expression stole any part of him he’d ever held back. Mona was his, but…he belonged to her—if she would accept him.

“I love you,” he said and thrust inside her heat, the sweet cream of her desire making his size not an issue.

“Oh, God!”

“No,” he said, “sir is enough.”

She laughed and clenched her internal muscles around his him, panting and arching her back. “I love you, too. Fuck me…sir.”

“As you desire, Miss Mona.” He pushed deep then pulled almost all the way out, fighting to keep it slow, the satin fire surrounding him making it nearly impossible to hold back, but wanting to give her pleasure as well. To see to her needs. All of them. Love and lust warred, tenderness and passion, as he stroked into her over and over, deep and strong, giving her everything he had. Just as he thought the boiling fire in his balls wouldn’t hold back another second, she screamed and tightened around him, and he shot his cum into her heat, pumping again and again. When his legs went limp, he collapsed to the side, taking her with him, still in her enveloping warmth, wanting to be there forever.

He pulled the clip out of her hair, stroked the strands, silk and satin against his palm, and pressed kisses all over her face. Her eyes drifted close then popped open and she bit her lip.

“Where do we go from here?”

He tipped her chin up to meet his gaze. “Well, you said you were mine. Did you mean just for today?”

“No.”

“Then let me worry about that. It’s my job.”

She snuggled against him, his cock beginning to harden again in her warmth. “Works for me…sir.”

“And do you think you learned your lesson? Will you be on time for work now?”

A devilish smile told him she wouldn’t be…and that worked for him, too. He’d spent a long time worrying about what dating an employee might do to their business relationship. But she’d occupied his mind constantly, anyway.

“Sir?”

He folded her tighter into his arms and dropped a kiss on her silky hair. “Yes, Miss Mona?”