Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Monday morning came, and I was slightly worried that work would feel different after the weekend Caleb and I had. Thankfully, not much changed except that we agreed to walk to the office together in the morning. It was fun getting to chat on the way to work.
When we got to the office, everything was the same as usual. At noon, Gretchen and I went to get lunch together. Our lunch group had grown; Natalie, Michael, and Grace joined us.
I had been surprised when Grace came over and asked to eat with us. I had gotten the feeling from our first meeting that she might not be the biggest fan of mine. But I was wrong. She was kind, and I discovered we shared several interests.
After the hour passed, I went back upstairs with Gretchen. Caleb had left for the day because he had a meeting with one of his clients, and I got back to one of the larger projects assigned to me earlier in the month.
When five o’clock came, I gathered my belongings and headed home. Today felt like any other day, and I was grateful.
I walked into my family room after eating dinner and taking a nice, long, hot shower. I picked up the book Caleb had lent me last night and started to read it. I became engrossed in the story. The juxtaposition between the two main characters had me turning the pages wanting more.
Unfortunately, eleven came quickly, and I had to stop my reading for the evening and get ready for bed. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I was back in Caleb’s shower, using his body wash to clean my skin. I gave special attention to my breasts. My nipples had hardened into pebbles, and running my thumbs over them sent shivers down my back.
I squeezed my breast s, pretending it was my boss doing it. He’d knead my flesh and tease me until the area between my legs was soaked with desire.
My lips parted, and I let out a shaky breath as I skimmed my right hand down my stomach and to my swollen bundle of nerves.
“Oh yes,” I moaned as I gently massaged the area. With each pass of my fingers, my body was building toward what I knew would be a heavenly climax.
I just needed some penetration, and I’d be pushed over the edge. Before I could insert one of my fingers into my vagina, Caleb’s booming voice filled the bathroom.
“What do you think you’re doing, Theresa?”
I jumped and turned to face him, moving my hands away from where they had been on my body.
“Nothing?” I answered, suddenly feeling like I had gotten caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
“Really, nothing? It looked like you were pleasuring yourself.”
“Well, maybe.” I smiled at him sheepishly and shrugged my shoulders. I had been caught in the act.
“You belong to me. I don’t allow anyone, including yourself, to give you orgasms without my permission.”
His words sent a thrill of excitement shooting through my body. I should be appalled that he was referring to me as if I were some sort of property to be owned. But a dark part of me loved the thought that I was his and only he could tell me when and how I could touch myself.
“Finish your shower, then come into my bedroom. It appears I need to teach you a lesson. Don’t finish what you started,” he ordered, his voice dripping with authority.
“Yes, Sir.”
It took me less than five minutes to finish up, towel off, and walk into his room. I hadn’t brought any clothes with me, so I stood before him naked. He was still wearing the suit and tie he had on from the office.
“What am I going to do with you, Theresa?” he asked as he unbuttoned his cuff links and rolled his sleeves up to his forearms.
I tried to swallow, but my mouth was suddenly dry. “I don’t know, Sir.”
“We haven’t been together for a long time, but I want to make it crystal clear that you are not allowed to touch yourself unless I tell you to.”
“I promise I’ll remember,” I said, placing my hand over my heart.
“I’m pleased to hear you say that, but I think you need a physical reminder to make sure you keep your word. Bend over. Grab an ankle with each of your hands,” he commanded.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, and complied with his directions. From this position, I was unable to see Caleb until he walked behind me and I could make out his lower legs.
“So pretty. So white,” he said as he caressed my ass. “Personally, I like it when you have some red on your cheeks.”
“The ones on my face or the ones on my butt?”
My sarcastic comment earned me ten hard smacks with his hand.
“Ouch. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Making jokes while you’re exposed to me like this. Not a smart idea,” he said, squeezing the area he had just punished.
“I said I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Trust me, you will be.” He let go of my bottom only to place one hand on my low back, and then used his other to rain down spank after spank on my ass.
A slow, growing burn spread across my bottom. With each smack, the pain increased, and I was pushed closer to tears. I didn’t bother apologizing again. That hadn’t helped before. I decided being quiet and taking my punishment like a good submissive was the best course of action.
Caleb didn’t slow down his pace, and after what felt like several minutes, I was letting my tears flow freely. It was getting harder to stay bent forward. My knees were beginning to shake.
“You took your punishment very well, Theresa. I’m proud of you,” Caleb cooed as he rubbed my tender flesh. His words were like a cool balm.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Now your ass is a beautiful shade of red. Just the way I like it. And it appears you like it this way too,” he commented, and brought his hand between my legs.
He dipped one of his fingers inside my weeping channel.
“Hmmm,” he hummed, making circular motions with his digit.
“I wonder how you’d like it if I played with this little hole,” he mused, moving his wet finger to my tight second hole.
It took all my willpower not to jump away from his touch. No one had ever given me any attention there before.
“I’m not sure how I’d feel, Sir.” My voice quivered as I responded.
“I think you’d like it. I think you’d beg for me to claim you there.” He pushed his finger against my tight opening. The pressure had the surprising effect of increasing my arousal.
“Please, Sir,” I whispered. A coat of sweat covered my body as I fought off my impending climax.
“Tell me, Theresa, that you want me to mark you as mine here one day, and you may come.” He pushed further into my forbidden area.
“Yes, please take me there one day, Sir.”
He moved his finger a smidge deeper inside of me, and it was enough to let the roaring sensations consume my body as my orgasm came over me.
I shot up in bed, sweat dripping down the side of my face as my body shook from the aftershocks of my pleasure.
“Holy crap,” I murmured as I tried to catch my breath. I hadn’t even been touching myself, and I came from my dream. Dominant Caleb was a potent aphrodisiac.
I fell back against my pillows and slung one of my arms over my eyes.
How was I going to look my boss in the eye again after the filthy fantasy my mind had conjured up?
We’d done plenty of kinky things, but nothing like what I’d dreamed about.
I didn’t have an answer to that question at the moment.
All I knew was that my alarm clock was going to be going off in a few short hours, and I had to get back to sleep.