Spring Flings & Wedding Rings

Chapter 5

She walks past me as I stand at the door, a quick flick up of her eyes, the briefest meeting of my gaze before she stops in front of my desk.

I make a point of closing the door, locking it. Slowly. Ensuring the blinds are down. Nothing unusual for meetings. But it leaves her wondering what’s about to happen. My mind is already consumed by her, wanting to touch her, taste her, do unspeakable things to her. Fuck, I want to do unspeakable things to her.

I stalk across the room, six, seven steps, stop before her, and raise her face to mine.

“Eyes on me.”

She hesitates, not so bratty now as looks up at me from under lowered lashes. She’s divine, beautiful, and up close like this, I can see every amber fleck in those expressive hazel eyes.

“Did you ignore my calls on purpose earlier, divert one of them even?”

A tiny smile curls the left side of her mouth upwards.

“Answer me.”

She bows her head. “I did.”

“And you tried to ignore me just now out there?”

“Yes.”

I run a hand up her thigh, feel her soft skin. “Is that going to be a regular occurrence, you ignoring me when I tell you to do something?”

She shakes her head.

“Use your words.”

“No, I’ll do better,” she almost whispers as my hand grazes across her arse.

“You forgot a word there.”

“I’ll do better … sir,” she amends.

I keep pawing her arse, pulling her closer with each pass of my hand. Finally, she’s close enough to push against, my cock steel as our bodies touch. It’s been too long since we were this close, that one night, that one gorgeous fucking night.

“You will do better. And if you don’t, if you get all bratty again, there will be punishment.”

She shivers at my words, a movement that ripples throughout her body. “I understand, sir.”

Fuck, she’s my dream. The sweet, funny and beautiful little thing, who I’m starting to think is a total minx underneath. And I can’t wait a second longer, that urge inside me is too strong, too needy.

“Are you okay with this? This is something you want?” I ask, wanting to be certain before going any further.

“Yes. So much.”

A whole chorus of angels sing Hallelujah. “Pick a safe word.”

I see the slight flash of apprehension, the lip bite, the slow breath out. My pulse races as I trail my fingers down her cheek, slowly over her throat, feel as she swallows hard.

“We don’t have to do this. We can stop. It’s your choice. But if you want to go on. I need a safe word from you.”

She trembles, takes my hand and places it on her throat, wraps my fingers around it and angles her head up towards me. “Bubblegum.”

Fuck, I’ve never been this turned on. “Good girl. Now, I think it’s time you took your punishment for being late this morning, don’t you? Shall we try a little spanking?”

She nods, realises her error quickly. “Yes, sir.”

“Turn around, bend over the desk, lift that skirt.”

She does as she’s told instantly and I’m left looking at her gorgeous arse, black underwear the only thing between it and me. I yank them down roughly, leave them somewhere above her knees, I don’t care where, just as long as that arse is mine.

My hand caresses it, follows the curves, the perfectly rounded globes of her cheeks. And then I bring my hand down. Hard. She gasps, jerks, braces herself on the desk, ready for another. The second is even more satisfying than the first, elicits a whimper from her, and it’s then, and only then, that I remember where we are, that there are people outside that door, that my hand and the smack it creates, her moans, might be heard. And yet, my cock twitches even more at the thought.

The third, and I have to place my hand over her mouth, the squeak, the breathy moan, louder as her mound is thrust against the edge of the desk. She’s writhing by the fourth, and by the fifth her eyes are watering and she’s trying to close her legs, press her thighs together.

“You okay?” I ask. “Want more?”

“Yes, sir. Please.”

I place my foot on the inside of hers, jerk outwards, spread her legs further, those black panties stretching, leaving red marks on her creamy thighs. I run my hand over her wetness from behind, my whole palm stroking front to back, her juices already flowing.

Her arse cheek is pink, yet instead of switching, instead of changing it up, I continue right here on this side. I want to see it redden, to find that perfect shade of mottled pink and crimson, want to see her squirm as I pull the pleasure from her, watch as she feels this sting turn into a burn, a fire creeping across her skin. And then, and only then, will I soothe it with my mouth.

The thought of getting my mouth on her sends me wild, each spank that little bit harder than the last, this inner part of me finally released, taking over. I carry on to twenty, relish every sound, movement, the way her thighs shine, slick with her arousal. It’s nearly all too much. I want to drive my cock into her hot little cunt, but I restrain myself, have to. I need to keep my girl wanting.

“You should get back to work,” I say moments after I’ve kissed away the pain of my palm with gentle kisses.

She looks over her shoulder at me, a desperation in her eyes. Mmm, and this is only one session. I smile at her from where I’m still on my knees behind her, ease those panties down her legs, steady her as I tell her to lift one foot and then the other.

“And you’ll do it without underwear,” I add as I pocket the scrap of fabric.

She looks lost for a moment, but stands, straightens her skirt, pulls it down a little, probably aware she’s got to get through an entire day bare beneath it. I let her almost reach the door before I give her what she needs to hear.

“You did well, my girl. I’m proud of you.”