Chapter 12 #5
“You need to go clean up,” he said after a while, his voice returning to its usual firmness. “I have to get back to work, and you have the rest of your training to get through this afternoon.”
My eyes flew open. “I can’t go back out there,” I whispered, horrified at the thought of facing Benjamin, Dana, or all the other people out there after what had just happened, which didn’t even take into account that I was still naked from the waist down.
“Use my private bathroom. Then when you come back out, you and I are going to discuss the rest of your day.”
I nodded reluctantly, stepping back from him.
My legs still felt unsteady as I made my way to the adjoining bathroom, closing the door behind me.
The mirror showed exactly what I expected—flushed face, swollen lips, hair coming loose from its pins.
I cleaned myself as best I could, wincing when I touched my tender bottom, which was indeed bright red and marked from his belt.
I cleaned myself off with a washcloth and warm water and looked in the mirror one last time.
My cheeks were red and they flushed much hotter as I thought about the fact that my godfather had given me a real spanking with his hand and his belt.
And he hadn’t stopped there. He’d punished both my pussy and my ass with his big cock, and I wanted him to do it all over again.
I blushed even redder at the thought.
When I emerged, still bare from the waist down, Callum was behind his desk, his suit jacket back on, his tie perfectly straightened. He looked every inch the powerful CEO again, though his eyes softened when they met mine.
He gestured to the new desk that had appeared in his office.
It was a large mahogany desk that was perpendicular to his.
I hadn’t even heard it come in. I don’t even know how he could have made it happen in the timespan of me cleaning myself up, but somehow, he did, and that kind of power was hot in its own way.
“Sit,” he said.
I moved to the desk, lowering myself carefully into the chair. I hissed softly as my naked ass made contact with the seat. Callum’s mouth twitched in what might have been a suppressed smile. He was enjoying this and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying it too.
“Comfortable?” he asked, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk.
“Oh, very,” I replied dryly.
“Good.” He picked up a file from his desk and walked around to my side, placing it in front of me. “Your afternoon is scheduled. You will finish your training in here with me. I want your notes on each module by the end of the day.”
I opened the file, trying to focus on the documents in front of me. “Yes, sir.”
His hand came down on the desk beside me, making me look up at him. He leaned down, his voice dropping so only I could hear.
“And Avery?”
“Yes?”
He reached beneath my desk, his hand finding my thigh. I gasped softly as his fingers trailed higher, finding bare skin. His eyes held mine as he explored my lack of clothing, one finger brushing teasingly against the lips of my still-sensitive pussy.
“I’ll want a full report on how sitting at that desk all afternoon with that bare, well-used little ass and pussy on display makes you feel,” he murmured, his touch making me shiver.
“But someone might see,” I whined, glancing at the door. If someone came in right now, they wouldn’t be able to see my lower half under the desk, but the chance that they might made my pussy clench and my stomach tighten into a knot.
“They won’t,” he assured me, withdrawing his hand with obvious reluctance. “But you’ll know and I’ll know. That’s the point.”
“What about my skirt?” I swallowed heavily, glancing at the torn thing beside his desk on the floor. He picked it up and tossed it in the trash.
“I will get you a new skirt.” He straightened up, his professional mask sliding back into place.
“Now, get to work, Miss Hale. Your training doesn’t complete itself.
If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll let you put on the skirt I get you at the end of the day.
If you don’t behave, we’ll have to have another discussion with my belt, won’t we. ”
“Yes, sir,” I blushed, swallowing past the ball in my throat.
I opened the first document, my body still humming with sensation.
Wearing only a bra and a blouse, I was painfully aware of every naked inch of me.
As I began to type notes, I couldn’t help but shift slightly in my seat, my tender bare ass reminding me of everything that had happened.
And beneath it all, I could feel the evidence of everything he’d done to me and more.
The workday stretched ahead of me, but for the first time since starting at Rowe Structural, I had absolutely no complaints about being bored. After all, how could anything be boring when every movement reminded me of exactly who I belonged to now?
And as Callum sat at his desk across from me, occasionally looking up to meet my gaze with a sinister promise in his eyes, I knew that my workday at Rowe Structural had only just begun.