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“Did you miss me?” he asks, removing his suit jacket, folding it in half the long way, and placing it over the chair in the corner. He works at his cufflinks, tucking them into his pocket before rolling up his sleeves. The dark sprinkle of hair on his forearm steals my attention.
There is no longer any fear here. Not as he turns to assess me, not when he smirks at the shake of my head.
There’s only excitement; a vibration of impatience running through me.
Touch me already.
Kiss me already.
Show me who you are already.
“I missed you.” He leans against the wall, his jade eyes flashing with appreciation. “I missed you so much, I got you a present.”
“I’ve seen it. For future reference, flowers will suffice.” I set the pen down again and place my hands together on top of the desk.
He shakes his head, a smile stamped on his face. “Close your eyes.”
There’s a delicate balance of power between us. And just as he’s decided to take on the power role, I’ve somehow acquiesced to his will.
My eyes are shut when I feel my chair roll back, coming slowly to a stop as I begin to catch my breath again. Hands reach for mine and pull me up to stand.
“Take your panties off,” he whispers in my ear, causing me to shiver.
I attempt to stave the need to open my eyes as I lift the skirt of my dress, telling myself that he’s touching me, andthisis what I’ve wanted. That impatience and disobedience will likely ruin it.
“Slowly,” he adds, wielding his power quietly.
Inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter, my panties fall until they get past my knees, sinking to the floor with ease.
I’m barefoot and bare under my dress as I hear the squeak of the chair, assuming he’s sat in it.
Hands reach the backs of my knees, and I part my lips, giving myself over to the sensation. His thumbs run over the insides of my thighs, and I press my eyes closed as I try to control my breathing.
He sits behind a desk, building an empire. His hands know small electronic devices and with the touch of a few buttons, he controls millions of dollars.
But those calluses speak of hard physical work as they graze over my sensitive skin.
“I can’t help but touch you,” he tells me, as if he’s sorry.
He doesn’t know that when he touches me, I’m at peak existence.
I can’t give him that knowledge.
“Slowly,” he commands, reminding me that he’s in charge. “Bend over.”
I have to bite my lip. To keep from voicing my annoyance or from smiling? I’m not sure tonight.
But I do; I take my time, reveling in the way it feels to have the fabric of my dress lifted and bunched along the way. I straighten my spine and lean forward, pressing my chest onto the desk. One of his hands slides down my back as I do so, stopping just where the bottom of my dress is gathered.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” His voice has gone husky, and quiet; smooth and warm like whiskey and just as intoxicating.
I’m falling into a dangerous place, my eyes still closed, my body humming.
Until the sound and the sting shatter my impending peace.
Did he just…spank me?
My eyes open and I wet my lips with my tongue, unsure of how I feel and what comes next.
