I walked in and sat down. I didn’t close the door, I wasn’t willing to make it that easy for him. If he wanted to make a move on me he would have to do it himself.
He stood and stretched. The muscles in his arms bulged against the expensive fabric of his crisp white shirt. My eyes travelled down the length of his body, drinking in every inch of his tall, muscular frame. Richard was a weasel by comparison.
David strode around the desk and shut the door. He swung around to face me and held out his hand. “I take it you have what I asked for?”
“Y-yes.” I hated my voice for betraying the fear and excitement that coursed throughout my body. With trembling fingers I passed the small sodden heap to him. He opened them up and examined them closely before lifting them to his nose. His smile was all predator as he inhaled the scent of my sex.
My heart rate leapt as he clicked the lock shut on the office door. I tried to stand to move out of his reach but he was faster than me. He roughly grabbed my arm and dragged me in against his chest. When I opened my mouth to protest he shoved the scrap of lace into my mouth, effectively gagging me. I was stunned. My body went limp as my mind raced over everything that was happening.
He spun me around and bent me forwards over the desk. His hands slipped down my thighs and gripped the hem of my black dress. The feel of his hands on my body sent thrills of desire racing through me. He yanked his hands back up bringing the dress with him.
I squealed through the lace gag as the cool air circulating the office caressed my fevered skin. Ashcroft’s hands stroked the round pale globes of my ass. He handled them roughly, pinching and stroking my ample flesh. My head dipped down towards the desk as he explored my ass with his hands.
When the first strike came down hard on my ass, I stiffened. My whole body grew tense and rigid as the sting radiated up through me. His hands returned to stroking and rubbing my ass cheeks. He smoothed his hands down over my skin to the backs of my thighs before dragging his nails back up over the curve of my ass to my lower back.
He spanked me again and I screamed, the sound muffled in the gag. The spank was followed by Ashcroft’s hands rubbing and caressing my hot flesh. He repeated the process over and over until I had lost count of the amount of time he had spanked me.
My eyes rolled back in my head as Ashcroft probed a finger against my pussy. He easily slipped a thick finger into me. My wetness was running down my thighs as he slowly pushed his finger in and out of my body. I wanted him, there was no denying it. As he pressed against my ass, I could feel his erection pressing against my sore, hot, ass cheeks. It seemed I wasn’t the only one who was aroused by the situation.
He fucked my pussy with his fingers for a few moments. I knew my body was on the verge of a giant orgasm. It crept towards me like outward ripples in a pond. My own denial in the shower that morning simply added to the tension that was gaining pace in my body. Making me shake and tremble. Ashcroft must have felt the muscles in my pussy beginning to tighten because he chose that moment to withdraw from my body. He pulled away from me, leaving my exposed lower half to cool in the chill of the air-conditioning.
Embarrassment burned my cheeks as I stood and pulled my dress back down over my body. It was just how I thought it would be. He had used me. Used me and then denied me. I turned to face him and was stunned to see him licking my pussy juice from his fingers. His blue eyes burned me with a sexual intensity I had not seen before. No man had ever looked at me like that.
He pulled the gag from my mouth and slipped my panties into his pocket. “I spanked you because you have been distracted lately. Distraction leads to mistakes. I cannot afford to have you making mistakes, Carrie.” He lingered over my name. It instantly brought back the sensation of his fingers slipping in and out of my body. It made my knees tremble and for a moment I was certain they would buckle beneath me. How did he do that?
“I’ll have someone messenger over the outfit I want you to wear tonight. I’ll pick you up promptly at seven. I expect you to be ready...” His eyes raked over my body once more lingering on my breasts and pussy. He licked his lips slowly and stood up. He towered over me and I shivered softly.
Part of me wanted to rebel, to fight against what he was doing. But a much larger part of me wanted it. I wanted everything he could give me. Every touch of his hand on me sent shivers down my spine. If he could do this much to me in his office, then what would he do to me once he had me alone somewhere secluded?
“Am I making myself clear?” I nodded and swallowed hard. There was no way I could disobey this man. He held power over me and I wasn’t sure why but I wanted to get to the bottom of it.
“You should go home then. I can’t have you here making any more mistakes. I want you to be fully prepared for tonight.”
I nodded once more and walked towards the door. Ashcroft grabbed me as I passed him and pulled my body back against his chest. He pushed my hair aside and carefully nibbled down the side of my neck. “Don’t wear any perfume. I want to smell you. I want to know the moment you are aroused. I want nothing between us. Understand?”
“Yes...” I whispered the words. Ashcroft kissed my neck in response and then released me as abruptly as he had grabbed me. I stumbled slightly and flushed a rosy red. Ashcroft’s chuckle followed me from the room as I fumbled with the lock and escaped out of there.
Reaching my desk I picked up my purse and tried to look important. Grabbing my coat I strode from the room my head held high. I needed to pretend that I was in control. If anyone knew what I had just done with the boss... they would never take me seriously again.
The lift pinged open and I practically ran through the lobby and out into the fresh air. My emotions were in turmoil as I began to make my way home. Someone familiar caught my eye in a coffee shop window opposite my work. Richard sat inside the window, his hand draped across the hand of a slim, pretty blonde. The woman was laughing and her long hair flowed around her shoulders.
A stab of hurt lanced through my stomach. Richard had been an asshole, but to see him laughing and flirting with another woman—a much slimmer, prettier woman—made me want to cry. The excitement I had felt as David had teased me in the office faded away. Why bother? I wasn’t attractive enough to keep anyone. David might be flirting with me now, but give him a few days and he would soon see sense. A man as attractive as he was would never want a frump like me.
Tears stung my eyes as I ran down the sidewalk. Flagging a cab, I jumped into the backseat. Directions to my apartment were the only thing that stopped me from bursting into tears then and there.