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Worthy of the Billionaire's Trust Page 3
Author: Krista Lakes

He stepped forward and caught my chin in his hand, guiding me into his mouth. His lips and tongue found mine and I turned and pushed my bare chest into his dress shirt, grabbing his ass with my hands. His erection pushed into my hip, and I ground myself against it, feeling it harden. His hands found the zipper running down the back of my skirt, and he deftly undid it, letting it fall to the ground. I stood barefoot and na**d except for my sheer panties. They were already damp and getting wetter, my body ready to take him. I fumbled with his belt and the button on his pants, pulling them down to get at that marvelous piece of man that I knew could make my body sing.

A sharp rap on the door shocked me out of my current desire. Mr. King’s secretary called through the door that she had some more papers for him. He looked at me in nothing but my undies, and I knew I couldn’t get dressed fast enough. I grabbed my shirt, skirt, and bra and ran around to hid under his big wooden desk. It was solid in the front, so as long as she didn’t walk around, she wouldn’t see me na**d and hiding. Mr. King was right on my heels, his pants open and an erection making clear exactly what he had been thinking about. I ducked under the desk as he sat down and scooted the chair in, making it appear as though he were simply sitting and working.

It wasn’t as cramped under the desk as I thought it would be, his knees spread apart to give me the most room he could while still covering himself with the desk as well. The desk was tall and I had a surprising amount of head room. I heard the door open and Ms. Aloutte walk in. Her heels clicked softly on the floor as she walked the file to the desk.

“Mr. Thayer wanted to make sure that you got these, there are some ideas that he wanted me to mention.” I heard her pull up my chair and sit, apparently not leaving yet. The only thing I could see under the desk was Mr. King’s erection, begging me to touch it. A naughty urge filled me, and I slowly reached out and caressed his bulging member. He jumped a little, but simply made it look as though he was shifting his weight. I kept touching him, and slowly worked his member out of his boxers so that it was free under the desk.

“Also, here is Mr. Cirrus’s work computer. It was the company’s, so he had to leave it. Mr. Thayer said he didn’t find anything useful, but that maybe Ms. Vanders might. Where is she by the way? ” Ms Aloutte chirped along, oblivious to what was going on under the desk. I wish I could have seen his face as I kept running my fingers along his shaft under the table. He responded to her question that I was in the bathroom, his voice struggling to maintain control.

The little imp in me decided to continue, wanting to push the envelope a little more. I leaned forward and ran my tongue slowly up his shaft, stopping to circle my tongue around the tip of his penis. A small salty pr**cum leaked out, and I licked at it like ice cream before taking him into my mouth and moving up and down. I could hear Ms. Aloutte’s twittering laughter as she relayed more information to her boss. His legs were tensed and hard as he concentrated on keeping a straight face. I heard a stack of papers hit the desk and her tiny footsteps move towards the door. I kept my tongue swirling against him, tasting his hard-on, as she opened the door. She paused in the doorway.

“Do you need anything else tonight, Mr. King?” She chirped as I sucked on him.

“No, thank you. Have a good evening.” He managed to keep his voice even as he thrust his h*ps up towards my mouth, urging me on for more. She tweeted a good night as she closed the door behind her. I felt Mr. King relax, and I released him from my mouth. He started to push back from the desk, thinking we were alone again, when the door opened again.

His knee banged against the desk as he pushed himself back under. The door opened and I heard her voice remind him about his appointment in the morning. The door closed again and we both held still, waiting to see if she was going to pop in again. After a breathless moment, he rolled his chair out and reached a hand down to help me stand. I giggled as I uncurled myself from the interior of the desk.

“You think that was funny? You are a bad, bad girl” he growled in my ear as he pushed me up against the desk, leaning me over the glossy dark wood. I could feel him pressing his raging erection, still wet with my spit, against my thin panties. My body ached with a desire that threatened to melt my core. I literally dripped with desire as he pushed me down against the cool surface of the desk, his hand hot against my back.

“Bad girls get punished. Put your arms out on the desk.” His voice was low and quiet and for a moment I was afraid I had actually displeased him. My stomach dropped into my knees as I slowly put my hands flat on the desk, my arms circling my head like a ballerina dance pose. I didn’t dare look up to see his face.

I heard the unmistakable sound of the duct tape ripping, and then he pressed a strip against my wrist, pinning it to the desk. A second strip peeled off and secured my other wrist, taping me to his desk, my ass still hanging off the edge. A third and fourth strip screeched off the duct tape roll. The roll made a soft thud as he threw it on the ground and then carefully lined either side of my back with the last two strips of tape. I knew those were going to hurt when he pulled them off, the sticky tape already pulling at the tiny hairs with every breath I took.

I bit my lip, waiting to see what he was going to do. I was being punished for surprising him, putting him in a potentially embarrassing situation. I loved it; the thrill of surprising him and now the price of him getting even with me was turning me on more than I thought it would.

I heard the slap of his hand before I felt it, my ass suddenly on fire from his hand. I yelped with surprise at his spank, and he quickly followed it with another. My right butt cheek burned with each spank of his hand. His hand flicked my skin in just the right manner to make a loud crack sound that sent a jolt up my body. Each slap lined up perfectly with the last, and I knew there would be a perfect hand print size circle on my ass in the morning.

My skin buzzed with the electricity of him hitting me, punishing me for misbehaving as he spanked me five times in rapid succession. After the fifth zap, he stopped, gently rubbing two fingers across the blossoming red mark. My nerves screamed with sensation, the pain followed by the soft touch were almost unbearable.

Without warning, he ripped one of the outside strips of duct tape off my back. I screamed into the desk, hoping the room was soundproofed, my ass forgotten for the moment. He ran a finger down the red line forming on my back, ran it across the red welt on my ass, and then around the curve of my butt and in between my legs. My legs opened easily to let his hand slide between them, and he slowly caressed my cl*t through the lacy panties. I groaned and spread my legs wider, hoping he would do more, but instead he withdrew his hand.

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