Chapter 59
59
Faith leaned back in her chair behind her desk at work.
It was after lunch, and she was feeling kind of . . . crabby. And she knew part of the reason for it.
She still felt guilty.
She’d come in expecting to find lots of work waiting for her, only to find out that Reuben had done her tasks as well as his own.
Which made her feel even worse.
Well, there was only one way to get rid of this feeling. With a sigh, she got to her feet. They didn’t have any more clients coming in that she knew of.
This was the perfect time.
Getting up, she knocked on his door and walked in when he called out.
“Hey, baby,” he said. “Everything okay? Did you have your afternoon snack?”
Oh. Fudge.
“Go and get it and bring your water bottle back too. Shut the door behind you when you return.”
Shoot.
When she’d gotten up this morning, Reuben had packed her some snacks for the day. How he had time to do that, she had no idea.
Grabbing her water bottle and snack, she started to drink the water hastily. So when she walked back in, she was feeling extra full, but at least most of her water was gone.
Reuben eyed her as she walked over to him. She went to sit in the chair across the desk from him, but he crooked a finger at her, and she walked around the desk. He turned and cupped her hips.
“Did you just drink a whole lot of water before you came in here?” he asked.
“I was thirsty.” It wasn’t a lie. She had been surprisingly thirsty once she’d started to drink.
“You forgot to drink your water and tried to drink it all at once, didn’t you? You also forgot to eat your snack. Do I have to bring you in here to eat your snacks, baby?”
“No, Sir.”
“No? I’m not so sure. I think I will do that. Take your panties off.”
Her eyes widened. “W-why?”
“Who is in charge in this office?”
“You are.” That didn’t even need to be said.
“Then do as you were told.”
Faith slid her panties off. Today, she was wearing a pleated skirt that was blue and white and came down just past her knees. A white blouse was tucked into the band.
“Hand them to me.” He held out his hand and she gave him her panties, blushing.
Why didn’t she have any sexy panties?
He suddenly lifted her onto the desk just next to his computer.
“Spread your legs.”
She obeyed without question.
Satisfaction filled his face. “Good girl. Now, you’re going to eat your snack and drink the rest of your water while I finish up some work. You will not move or speak, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He brought something up on his computer to read and as she opened the packet of nuts and raisins, he started running his hand up her inner thigh.
She let out a small gasp, only just managing not to close her legs. But it was hard.
So hard.
His hand crept higher and she took a drink of water to swallow her food.
“Chew your food properly,” he ordered as he clicked over to a different screen. “I don’t want you choking.”
Right. Uh-huh. Sure. No choking.
I’d like to choke on your cock.
Holy. Heck. Balls.
Where had that thought come from?
At least she hadn’t said it out loud. She ate some more of her nuts as he lightly ran a finger along her clit.
Do not tense up.
Do not make a noise.
God, it was hard, though. Why did this seem like a never-ending packet of fruit and nuts?
Ridiculous.
He moved that finger lower to her entrance and slid the tip inside her. Then he just kept it there.
Dear Lord.
This was not standard workplace etiquette. The need to lecture him was strong, but she held back.
Just.
His thumb lightly toyed with her clit as he kept the tip of his finger inside her.
It wasn’t enough. She needed more.
She whimpered, and he glanced up at her.
Oh, fudge! Don’t draw his attention.
Abort. Abort.
But her body just didn’t want to listen to her brain. It liked his attention.
“Are you drinking your water?” he said in a low voice.
It wasn’t stern or demanding, but she quickly picked up her water bottle and finished it off.
“That’s better. Finish your food like a good girl. And then we’ll discuss what brought you in here.”
Fudge knuckles.
She’d forgotten about that.
He slid his finger further inside her as she finished eating her snack.
There. Done.
“Good job. From now on, if you forget to drink your water or eat your snack, you’ll be back here on my desk like this, understand? You can speak.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl.” He slid his finger free of her pussy and brought it to his mouth.
“Now, what brought you in here?” he asked.
“Can I have my panties back?” she asked.
“No.”
Drat. It didn’t seem fair that he was allowed to use that word when she wasn’t.
“I still feel guilty about taking the last two days off.”
He nodded as though he’d expected that answer. Maybe he had.
“Do you need a spanking, Ms. Blossom?” he asked in a deep voice.
Oh man.
A shiver of pleasure ran through her.
What was wrong with her?
“I’m not sure I’d say that I need one . . .” It seemed wrong to come in and say that she needed a spanking.
But basically, that was what she was doing.
“You need a spanking, but you don’t want to ask for it.”
She should have known he’d be able to read her like a book.
“That’s all right, Ms. Blossom. Because I know exactly what you need.”
He lifted her off the desk. Then he stood, looming over her.
She swallowed heavily. Perhaps this hadn’t been her smartest idea.
“Do you need to use the toilet?”
She nodded. She had drunk a lot of water.
“Go and then come immediately back.”
Rushing into his bathroom, she used the toilet and then walked back into his office.
“You’re going to turn around, Ms. Blossom, and bend over the desk.”
She shot him a nervous look but turned around and did as ordered.
Yikes.
“Now, reach back and pull your skirt up over your back. That’s it. Good girl.”
Another shiver as he ran his hand over her ass cheeks. This was a mix of anticipation and trepidation.
“Spread your legs and push your ass out more.”
She shuffled back toward him slightly, pushing her ass out.
Then she pushed her feet apart further.
“That’s my good girl.”
“What if someone walks in?” she asked.
“No one would dare walk in without my permission.”
God, she hoped not. But the idea of it added a whole other level to her nerves.
“Safeword?” he asked.
“Cranberries.”
“Good. You’ll use it if you really need to. Don’t worry, this punishment is more about obedience than pain.”
Well good, she guessed.
“You’re going to stay exactly as you are. I have a few more emails to answer before I can get to the main part of your punishment.”
The main part? Did that mean there was another part?
“But first, I think you need something to help you remember to obey me.”
She really didn’t think she did.
“This part of the punishment is for not telling me about your living conditions.”
Oh, holy heck.
She heard a drawer open, and then he was holding something in front of her face.
Was that . . . a butt plug?
This was not what she expected. She’d thought he’d put her over his knee and spank her ass a few times.
“Do you know what this is, Ms. Blossom?”
“It . . . it’s a butt plug, Sir.”
“Very good. Now, I have two butt plugs. This one says Daddy’s Naughty Girl.” He turned it around, so she could see the flared end. Yep, etched on the end were the words, ‘Daddy’s Naughty Girl.’
Yikes.
“The other one says, ‘Daddy’s Good Girl.’ Do you know why this is the bad girl one, Ms. Blossom?”
“I, um, is it bigger?”
“It is! Well, done.”
That was her. An overachiever.
“I want you to reach back and part your ass cheeks for me. I need to make sure you’re ready for your plug.”
“Are you sure no one will walk in?” she asked.
He studied her for a long moment, then he walked over and flicked the lock on the door. She breathed out a sigh of relief and the churning in her stomach eased.
Walking back over to her, he laid a hand on the small of her back. “A safeword only works if you use it.”
Faith bit her lip. Oh. Fudge.
“There might be times I push you too far, Faith. I need to know you’ll use your safeword.”
She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“Next time you fail to use your safeword when you need to, there will be consequences.”
“Yes, Sir.” That was fair. Trust went both ways. And he wasn’t a mind reader. Even though sometimes it seemed like he was.
“That’s my brave girl. You’re doing so well. Now, do what you were told.”
She couldn’t even breathe as she reached back and parted her ass cheeks. Embarrassment flooded her.
“That’s it. You’re so beautiful, so perfect. You’re safe here with me. I have you.”
For all that he could be bossy and demanding, he also made her feel like the most precious creature in the world.
There was a squirting noise and then his damp finger ran over her asshole. She tensed.
“Uh-uh. Don’t tense up. Take a deep breath in. Now, let it out slowly and relax. Well done.”
As she let her breath out, he slid his finger into her hole. It burned slightly.
She’d had anal sex once with Matt. At her request. But neither of them had really enjoyed it.
Matt certainly hadn’t fingered her to get her ready, let alone used a butt plug. Which had made it rather unpleasant for both of them.
“That’s it, baby. Let me in.” Unlike before, his voice was a soft croon, meant to lull and cajole her.
And it worked. She found herself relaxing bit by bit as he moved his finger in and out of her ass. Even though it was embarrassing as heck to be laid out on his desk like this, to have to part her ass cheeks so he could finger fuck her asshole . . . there was something about this that spoke to her submissive heart.
That enjoyed this.
“Another deep breath in. You’re getting two fingers now.”
She whimpered but didn’t protest, following the gentle command in his voice as he guided her through two fingers entering her, stretching her.
Faith could feel her body warming, falling under his spell as her clit throbbed.
“That’s it. Well done. You’re doing so well. I’m going to slide my fingers free and get the plug ready.”
Her breathing grew faster. But not due to fear. That was entirely anticipation running through her.
After he removed his fingers, she felt their loss. She heard him squirt out more lube before the plug was pressing against her hole.
“You know what to do. Take a deep breath and let it out slowly. As you let out your breath, I want you to let go of your bottom. That’s it. I’m so proud of you.”
Cripes.
She actually preened under the praise. Even though all she’d done was let herself get finger-fucked, then plugged. Still, as he pushed the plug in, settling it inside her, she felt like she’d achieved something monumental.
Faith slumped over the desk, panting.
“My precious baby. I’m going to go wash up and then I need to get some more work done. You are quite the distraction, Ms. Blossom. I do believe you’ll need to be punished for that as well.”
His voice had morphed from a soft croon to his crisp, cool, ‘I’m the boss’ voice.’
And she was here for all of it.
Faith lay there as he left to wash his hands. She waited for concern to creep in. But there was none. She felt kind of . . . at ease? Relaxed?
It was strange. But she wasn’t the least bit concerned about what was coming next.
Because Reuben would keep her safe.
Reuben settled back into his chair and typed something. She turned her head to try and watch him, but the angle made it too painful to do that for long. So, she just settled in to wait.