Chapter 14
Avery
The next morning, I woke up in Callum’s bed very, very sore.
Last night had been utter bliss. As soon as we’d walked in the door, he’d walked me to his bedroom, stripped me completely naked, and immediately taken me over his knee.
He gave me an even harder spanking than he’d given me earlier and left me begging before he’d fucked me even more roughly than he had over his desk.
After that, he turned me over, chest down, ass up, and made me reach back to spread my own cheeks so that he could finish in my ass.
I’d come so hard that I’d actually blacked out for a moment.
And that was only the beginning of the night.
I turned over in his bed and sighed. I ached, but it was a good ache, a reminder that I was his in every way and I couldn’t stop the smug smile on my face.
Then I noticed he was not there.
I sat up, the sheets falling away from my bare body. The room was quiet, the morning light just beginning to filter through heavy curtains. On the nightstand was a note in his distinctive handwriting.
Avery,
There is a breakfast tray in the kitchen. It is 6:15 a.m. I have an early meeting with the Hartwell team, and you need a few hours of rest before you return to the office at your usual start time.
You will eat the breakfast I prepared.
You will go to the office in the outfit I laid out for you.
You will come to the office on time. You will work at your newly assigned desk beside mine. If you’re a good girl for me, I will reward you at the end of the day.
Callum
P.S. If you touch yourself before I see you, there will be consequences. You know what happens to naughty girls.
My stomach flipped in that complicated way I was getting used to when he called me good girl or threatened consequences. I was wet instantly just from reading his note, but I also felt a rush of affection for the breakfast and the clear instructions.
I got up and found my way to the kitchen, naked, where a tray waited on the counter with coffee, scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh fruit.
He even had a small vase with a single white rose next to the tray.
I smiled to myself, eating the breakfast quickly at the table in the breakfast nook, then took the tray back to the kitchen and went to find the outfit he’d laid out for me.
In the master closet, I found clothes neatly arranged on the center island.
There was a pink silk blouse with pearl buttons, a light gray A-line skirt, nude stockings with a garter belt, and black pumps with a modest heel.
The garter belt made me bite my lip—intimate and sexy without being obvious to anyone who didn’t know what was beneath my skirt.
I quickly noticed that there was only a bra. There were no panties.
Of course not.
He wanted me at his mercy all day. Wanted me to remember that I was his even during meetings. Wanted me to feel the air against my bare pussy and stay wet for him.
I dressed carefully, enjoying the ritual of it. The stockings slid up my legs smoothly, the garter belt settling around my waist. The skirt was snug, the silk blouse soft against my skin. I put on the heels and looked in the mirror, blushing at what I saw.
I looked professional, elegant even, but I also looked like a woman who belonged to someone. There was something in my eyes—a softness, a satisfaction—that hadn’t been there before.
That something was Callum’s doing.
I left his apartment at 8:30, taking the car that was waiting for me to the office. The whole ride, I squirmed in my seat, the material of my skirt brushing against my bare pussy, reminding me that I wasn’t wearing panties. By the time I arrived at Rowe Tower, I was flushed and aroused.
Benjamin was at his desk when I stepped off the elevator. He looked up, his expression unreadable as he took in my outfit.
“Ms. Hale,” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re early.”
“Good morning, Ben.”
His gaze moved over my face, then lower, lingering briefly on the skirt. “I see you’ve embraced corporate fashion.”
I shifted slightly, feeling awkward under his scrutiny. “Is Callum in his office?”
“In a meeting,” Benjamin answered, typing something on his computer. “He said to send you in when you arrived.”
“Thank you.”
I walked to Callum’s office door, feeling Benjamin’s eyes on me the whole way. When I knocked, Callum’s voice called, “Enter.”
I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.
Callum was at his desk, phone to his ear, looking just as powerful and controlled as always in a dark suit and tie. But his eyes heated when he saw me, his gaze moving from my face down to my skirt and back up.
“I’ll call you back,” he said into the phone, ending the call without waiting for a response.
He stood and walked around the desk, stopping in front of me. I waited, my heart racing, my body already responding to his presence.
“Turn around,” he said softly.
I did, slowly, feeling his eyes on me. His hand touched the small of my back, then moved down to cup my ass through the thin material of the skirt.
“Good girl,” he murmured roughly. “You wore what I chose for you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Beautiful,” he hummed, his hand caressing my fabric-covered bottom. “Did you touch yourself this morning?”
“No, sir,” I replied quickly.
He smacked my ass lightly, making me jump. “Don’t lie to me, Avery. I know how wet you are.”
“I didn’t,” I insisted. “I wanted to, but I didn’t.”
“Good girl.”
His approval made me shiver. Then he turned me back to face him, his eyes dark with desire.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded.
I did, my face flushing as I felt the cool air between my thighs. His hand lifted my skirt, and then moved beneath it, finding my bare pussy. I was soaking wet, my arousal coating his fingers instantly.
“I see you missed me,” he said, sliding one finger inside me.
“So much,” I gasped.
He worked his finger in and out of me, his other hand holding my hip. “You’re going to sit at your desk all day with this needy little pussy dripping. And you’re not going to touch it. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
He added a second finger, stretching me. “You’re going to be so wet and frustrated by the time I take care of you tonight.”
I moaned softly, my hips pushing against his hand. He curled his fingers inside me, finding that spot that made me see stars.
“Please,” I whispered.
He removed his hand suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. “Not yet. You have work to do.”
I whined softly, which made his mouth twitch in amusement.
“Go to your desk,” he ordered, smacking my pussy lightly.
I straightened my skirt, my face hot with embarrassment and arousal. “Yes, sir.”
At my desk, I tried to focus on the emails that had accumulated overnight. It was impossible. Every movement reminded me that I was bare beneath my skirt. Every time I shifted, the material brushed against my sensitive flesh.
A while later, Callum called me over to him, and then he pointed to the floor in front of his chair. I walked over and stood before him, my hands clasped in front of me.
“On your knees, young lady,” he demanded softly.
I sank down immediately, my breath catching.
“Unbuckle my belt.”
I obeyed.
“Unzip me.”
My hands shook slightly as I reached for his pants, unzipping them slowly. I pulled down his pants and underwear the best that I could and his cock sprang free, already hard and thick. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking him once before he stopped me with a hand in my hair.
“Did I say to touch?” he asked, his voice firm.
“No, sir.”
“Open your mouth.”
I did, looking up at him as I waited. He guided himself to my lips, rubbing the head against my mouth. “You’re going to suck me quietly while I work. If you do a good job, I’ll let you come at lunch.”
I moaned softly, taking him into my mouth.
He tasted so good, the weight of him on my tongue making my own arousal spike.
I sucked him slowly, carefully, as he quietly got back to work.
He held a file in his hands and turned the page every now and again.
Each time I heard the paper swish, my pussy clenched.
For twenty minutes, I knelt there, my mouth full of him, my pussy throbbing with need. He occasionally stroked my hair or adjusted his position slightly, but mostly ignored me as he sat and worked. The humiliation and arousal of being used so casually had me dripping onto my thighs.
Finally, he looked down at me with dark eyes. “That’s enough. Stand up.”
I released him reluctantly, rising on shaky legs. He zipped himself up and reached beneath my skirt, finding me soaking wet.
“I think,” he said, “it’s time for your lunch reward.” He patted his thigh. “Over my knee, young lady.”
I did, draping myself over his thighs, my ass up. He lifted the skirt and pushed it up over my hips, exposing the stockings, garters, and my bare bottom. His hand caressed one cheek, then the other.
“I’ve been thinking about this all morning,” he said, his voice low. “About how red your ass got yesterday. About how you cried out when I spanked you.”
I whimpered softly, already anticipating the sting.
He brought his hand down on my ass, the smack loud in the quiet office.
I gasped, my hands gripping the arm of his chair as he spanked me.
He continued, his palm connecting with my ass in a steady, relentless rhythm.
By the tenth, I was squirming, the heat building.
I lost count after that, and the spanking got harder until tears were pricking my eyes.
Finally, he stopped, his hand resting on my heated flesh. “You’re being so good for me, Avery.”
“Thank you, sir,” I whispered.
His hand moved between my legs, finding my wetness. “This is what you needed, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Rowe,” I admitted, pushing back against his hand.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded.
I did, and then his hand came down between my thighs, smacking my pussy directly. I cried out, my back arching.
“Quiet,” he reminded me, spanking my pussy a bit more firmly this time.