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Deacon cupped the back of my head, and I happily rested my face against his thigh. He stroked my curls as he and Richard talked. I suppressed a giggle at the thought of Richard’s face if he knew I was here right now, kneeling at Deacon’s feet as they spoke.
Deacon curled his hand around my arm and tugged. I got to my feet, unsure of what he wanted, until he patted his lap. I hesitated, still not comfortable with sitting on his lap. He frowned at me and gave me a light spank to the ass as Richard droned on about numbers.
I moved between his legs and perched on one thigh like an anxious bird, trying to keep my full weight off of him.
“I can see the May numbers on the spreadsheet, but not February’s,” Deacon said as he stared at his computer screen.
“Shit, did I send you the wrong version? Hold on a second.” Richard’s voice was muffled.
I gasped when, without warning, Deacon tugged down the low neckline of my dress. My breasts popped free, and Deacon tucked the fabric underneath them. He pulled on one nipple, and I squeaked in surprise.
“Is something wrong?” Richard asked.
“No,” Deacon said. He put his phone on mute and gave my nipple a sharp pinch. “If Richard hears you again, you’ll be spanked and sent home without an orgasm, Riley.”
“I can’t stay quiet if you’re touching me,” I said.
Deacon unmuted his phone. “Did you find the correct version, Richard?”
“Yes, just emailing it now.”
I stifled my moan when Deacon kneaded and cupped my breasts with his left hand, his fingers tugging on my nipples as he opened the spreadsheet. As he studied the document, he continued to play with my tits until I squirmed and wiggled on his lap like a fish on a hook.
I’d forgotten my worry about being too heavy, and when he tugged me back against his chest, I slumped against him, my hands squeezing the chair arms and my lips pressed tight together. Each tug of his fingers against my nipples sent a line of hot desire straight to my pussy, and I was pretty sure I was dripping all over his damn lap at this point.
“Okay, this looks better. Did you add in the numbers from the first quarter?” Deacon lifted my left leg and draped it over the chair arm. My dress had ridden up to the very top of my thighs, and cool air washed over my throbbing pussy. I clapped my hand over my mouth, my back arching when Deacon stuck his hand between my legs. He rubbed my clit with slow circles.
“Yes, they’re on the third sheet,” Richard said.
Deacon clicked to the third sheet, his other hand still rubbing my pussy. “I think we’ll need to create a new sheet with monthly numbers only, then another with the quarterlies.”
Deacon’s thick fingers speared into my pussy, and I bit into the meat of my hand to keep from moaning.
“Sure, I can do that. Do you need it today?” Richard asked.
“Monday will be fine,” Deacon said. He fucked me with his fingers as he studied the spreadsheet. “Did Tonya finish the work I gave her on Thursday?”
How the fuck could he sound so normal? His cock was a hard stone against my ass, and I was humping his fingers wildly, but you’d never know it by the tone of his voice. That indifference, that ability to drive me to the brink without losing his iron control, made me so fucking hot I was about to burst into flames right there.
“She did,” Richard said. “Didn’t she email it to you?”
My pussy made wet sucking sounds as it clung to Deacon’s fingers. Richard would hear it, and I would get in trouble. Deacon would spank me and leave me aching and needy.
I lifted my leg off the chair arm and clamped my thighs together, trapping Deacon’s hand as I tried to muffle the sounds my pussy made. Deacon scowled at me, and I gave him a frantic look as he said, “I don’t have an email from Tonya.”
“Okay, hold on,” Richard said with an annoyed sigh. “I know she sent it to me.”
Deacon muted his phone and tugged his hand free from between my thighs.
“Deacon,” I whimpered, “Please, I -”
“Lift your skirt and bend over my desk,” Deacon said.
His voice was calm, and fully confident I would do exactly what he said.
And why wouldn’t I? I was his good girl, and good girls did what they were told.
I stood and shimmied my tight skirt to my waist before bending over his desk. I planted my hands on the desk and stared at the smooth, empty space between them.
