24. Tardiness
Blake
Seth kept Madison at the apartment this morning, insisting she eat breakfast before coming up to work. She tried to protest that she didn’t want to be late, but I already knew she’d give in to him. She can’t seem to help herself.
I stand in my doorway as she hurries off the elevator, almost skidding in the heels Seth dressed her in. She heads toward the break room, but I clear my throat in the quiet outer office.
She stops like I’ve caught her doing something naughty and looks at me. I’ve been hard and waiting for her for the past half hour. I tried to work, but just thinking of how I could punish her for being late made me lose focus. Which made me want to punish her more.
“Madison, come here.”
She smooths her hands down her skirt before walking calmly toward me. “Is there something I can do for you, Blake?”
“In my office, now.” I step back to allow her to come in.
She opens her mouth and points to the break room before she closes her mouth on whatever protest she was about to make. As soon as she’s in my office, I close and lock the door. No need for interruptions.
Turning slightly, she glances over her shoulder at me while she wrings her hands in front of her.
“You’re late.” I walk around her to lean against the edge of my desk.
Her cheeks flush pink. She opens her mouth, and I wait for the excuses to pour out. How Seth wanted to dress her, which I can’t deny he did a good job of. How he forced her to stop and eat something, which I completely agreed with.
“Yes, sir.” She bows her head to me, and a rush of pleasure trickles down my spine. So obedient.
“Take off your skirt.”
She raises her eyes to me but undoes the fastening and lowers it to the ground. She steps out of it and lays it over the back of a chair. She’s wearing a thong, and her perfectly round, pale ass cheeks are on full display.
Fuck. I almost adjust my erection as she turns to face me. I’m confident Seth dressed her like this on purpose, knowing I wouldn’t let the opportunity to punish her slide by me.
I stand to my full height and gesture to where I was sitting. “Brace yourself on the desk.”
Her curious gaze lifts to mine before she does it. She bends over so her hands are pressed down on the surface. Her heels hold her higher than normal, and her ass is perfectly positioned for what I want to do to her.
Fuck me. I rub my hands together, anticipating the smack of my palm against her ass.
“Why are you being punished?” I close in on her from behind. Her breath catches at my closeness.
“I was late to work.” The words are nearly breathless.
“Coop made the coffee and put away the dishes this morning. Whose job is that?”
“Mine.”
As soon as the word leaves her mouth, I spank her ass. She gives a startled cry, but she doesn’t move from her position. I didn’t tell her she couldn’t cry out. I like the idea that Cooper and Seth can hear her in their offices.
“Count them, tiger. Out loud. You need to remember, when you’re late you waste someone else’s time. Not just your own.” I smack her ass again.
“One.”
“After your spanking, you’ll apologize to Cooper for making him start his day late.” The sound of the spank fills my office.
“Two. Yes, sir.”
“In the future, I expect you to be on time or early. You can’t expect us to behave if you can’t control yourself.”
She counts as my hand falls on her ass cheeks eight more times. Both our breathing is heavy.
“Do you understand?” I want to fuck her. Slide that thong to the side and sink my cock into her sweet pussy until she shatters beneath me.
“Yes, sir.” Her voice sounds a little weepy.
I brush my hands over her pink skin. She hisses, making me want to do it again. I stroke my finger under her panties and find her soaking wet. She lets out a shaky breath as I run my finger along her pussy.
I stop and grab a tissue from the box on my desk to wipe my finger. “If you hadn’t wasted time, I could fuck you right now, but I need to get back to work.”
“Yes, sir.” She doesn’t move from the desk. Such an obedient tiger.
I walk around to my chair. Her eyelashes sparkle with tears as her big blue eyes look up at me.
“Come over here.”
She walks around my desk and stands in front of my legs as I let my gaze drag over her.
I open my pants and pull out my aching cock. “I can’t get any work done when you make me like this. Kneel and suck me off while I work.”
“Yes, sir.” She presses her thighs together before kneeling in front of me. Taking my cock in her hand, she wraps her luscious lips around my head before sucking.
Pulling the keyboard closer, I work while she takes me deeper into her mouth. I could hold back my release and make her stay under my desk for a while, but she does have work to do. I let her mouth do its job to drive my cock into a frenzy until I come down her throat. When she swallows around me, my cock aches as it empties inside her.
Pausing my typing, I hand her a tissue, and she wipes my cock and then her lips. She tucks me back into my pants and zips me up.
“Do you need anything else, sir?” She gazes up at me from kneeling. Her face is flushed and her breathing is chaotic. She needs release. I could withhold it, make her sit and squirm while she works this morning.
“Sit in the chair over there. Pull your panties to the side so I can watch you fuck yourself.”
Her eyes flare with heat as she hurries to do my bidding.
“Make it quick, tiger. You still have to apologize to Coop and get the morning reports done. Lots of work to be done today.” I raise an eyebrow.
She sits.
“Spread your legs over the arms of the chair. I want to see everything.”
Always obedient, she does as I ask. When she pulls her panties to the side, her wet pussy glistens in the office light. My cock begins to harden again.
She plunges three fingers of one hand into her greedy cunt while her other fingers work her clit, fast. I don’t know how Seth does it. Watches her and doesn’t take her. I want to fuck her right now.
I want to stand, kick my chair out of the way, round my desk, and thrust my cock into her sweet, hot cunt until we both find oblivion. But I don’t.
Her eyes lock on mine as she pushes herself over the edge. Her mouth opens as her eyes squeeze shut. She tries to fold in on herself. The temptation is almost too much, but I remain seated.
Her blue eyes open and fix on mine as she drags in a breath.
“May I use your bathroom?” She draws her fingers out of her pussy and adjusts her panties.
“Make it quick.” My voice is a little deeper than normal. She scurries into the bathroom, and the water runs while she washes her hands and maybe even brushes her teeth.
She would let me push her down on my desk and fuck her, but it’s Monday morning and I’ve had two orgasms. That should be enough. But with her, nothing seems like enough. I always want more.
When she walks out of the bathroom, she gives me a shy smile as she puts on her skirt. “I’ll get you that report right away.”
* * *
Madison
“Come in,” Coop says.
I open the door and step inside.
He glances up from his computer screen and grins. “What’s up, sweetheart?”
I blush at his pet name for me. I guess he can use it all the time now, while the others tone it down at work. At least he isn’t calling me his little whore up here. That nickname makes me warm in other places, but I’m not sure how I’d feel if he said it in front of others.
“I need to apologize for being late.” I clasp my hands together in front of me.
Smiling mischievously, he rocks back in his chair. “Close the door and lock it. Then come over here and I’ll let you apologize.”
Heat flows through me as I do as he says. I’m never going to start my workday. Hopefully, they won’t punish me when I work late tonight.
After the door is locked, I walk around his desk to stand in front of him. Will he make me suck him off too? My tongue flicks out to wet my lips. My lips aren’t the only thing wet.
“I’m sorry you had to make coffee and put away the dishes this morning. That’s my job.” I swear this is just making me later. But if the guys need to blow off some steam, I’m more than willing to help.
“Seth dressed you?” Coop leans forward and wraps his hands around the back of my thighs before hooking his thumbs under the hem of my skirt.
“Yes.” My voice wavers as he slowly lifts it.
“And Blake punished you for being late?” He pushes my skirt up over my hips.
I almost protest about wrinkles, but if I have to, I can go back to the apartment and change. “Yes.”
“Turn around, sweetheart. Let me see what he did to your ass.”
Fire rushes through me. Will he just tease me or will he make me come? At this point, I never know what the guys will do. He might just leave me aching with need all morning. No one’s said I can’t take care of it myself, but it’s so much more satisfying when at least one of them is involved.
I turn around and he cups my ass cheeks. A whimper escapes me at the flash of pain.
“Do you want me to cool it down?” He licks my thong over my entrance.
My breath catches. “No. It’s fine.”
His tongue delves under my panties and presses inside my pussy. My whole body shakes with need as he fucks me with his tongue. I gasp and my legs widen.
“Lean on my desk, sweetheart.” Coop’s voice is soft and smooth.
I do as he asks, and he tugs my panties down until they flutter to my ankles.
His foot widens my stance a little as I press my chest to his desk. The papers crinkle beneath me.
“I don’t think you should be punished for being late because of Seth. But I can understand why Blake did this. Your cheeks are so fucking red. It makes me want to fuck you hard.”
He squeezes them, and I whimper from the pain and need building inside me. I want him to fuck me hard. Need him to. He pulls them apart and flicks his tongue over my asshole. A moan works its way out of my mouth.
“Did Seth fuck you when he dressed you?” He leans in and flicks his tongue over my clit.
“No,” I say on a gasp.
“Did Blake fuck you when he punished you?” He pushes his tongue inside my pussy again, thrusting in and out while his fingers spread me open.
“No, he had me go down on him and then made me get myself off.”
“Mmm,” he hums against my pussy, and I instinctively press back into him with a moan.
For a few minutes the only sounds in the room are the low hum of his computer, his licking and sucking noises as he eats my pussy, and my breaths in all sorts of tones.
“So he sent you to me after making you horny?” Coop pulls back. “Is that what you want me to do, sweetheart? Make you horny and then send you to work?”
I shake my head, not ashamed to tell him what I want. “I want you to fuck me.”
His fingers part my pussy lips, and he leans in to suck my clit. I cry out. I can feel my release just out of reach. It’s so close. Standing, he removes his hands from me. I blow out an exasperated breath.
“You make me break all my rules. The office is supposed to be for work.”
If he stops now, I’ll finish myself in the bathroom if I have to. I can’t imagine sitting at my desk with this aching need pulsing between my thighs, destroying my concentration.
His belt buckle clangs, followed by his zipper. My legs tremble in anticipation. The tension releases from my muscles as he draws the head of his cock against my clit. I push back against him, needing more. Needing him to slip inside me and bring us both relief.
“You’re aching for dick, aren’t you, my little whore? You got fucked by four men this morning and you’re still writhing on my desk, needing my cock to fuck you into oblivion again.”
“Yes, please.” I’m beyond caring, so close to the edge but needing that shove to fall over.
“Maybe Blake is right. Maybe you’re a naughty girl who needs to be punished. Maybe you shouldn’t get to come until you’re properly contrite for what you did.”
Whimpering, I press my forehead against the desk. My pussy is on fire, pulsing, aching with need. I can feel him close to me. I just need a little push to go over the edge.
His finger slips inside me and I moan.
“More,” I beg. My legs tremble.
“You want my dick?”
“Yes, please, Coop, give me your dick.”
His cell phone buzzes on the desk beside my head, and I almost shout fuck. The universe and these men are suddenly conspiring against me getting fucked.
“Be quiet and I’ll fuck you while I work.”
My brow furrows as he clicks the phone on speaker next to my face. Heat engulfs my cheeks as I realize what he’s about to do.
“Heath, how are you?” Coop slides his cock along my clit before pressing against my entrance.
I bite my lip. I don’t know if I can be quiet. But I definitely don’t want to alert Heath that I’m getting fucked.
“Doing well. Thought we might go out sometime this week. Have dinner. Maybe some drinks. Find some willing women.” Heath still sounds just as jovial as he did the other day.
“Sorry, old man, I’m off the market.” Coop slides his cock deep inside me, and my walls quiver around him. I hold my breath, trying not to make a noise as my insides go off like fireworks.
“Off the market?” Heath exclaims like it’s unthinkable that Coop might have one lady in his life. “It’s not Becca, is it?”
Who the fuck is Becca?