Chapter 11
Kelsey
I jolt as Hendrix calmly stands and crosses the room. He softly shuts the door and locks it before returning. The connecting door to his office is already closed. It doesn’t have a lock.
I don’t need to turn around to know when he’s in my space. My fingertips are on the desk, keeping me from wobbling. Surely he won’t go through with this. But I know him. He’s not the sort of man who backs down.
Why didn’t I do as I was told?
His hands come to my hips, and he gives a tug toward him. “Keep your hands on the desk, take several steps back.”
My breath hitches. I can’t seem to deny him.
I should tell him to go fuck himself, but I won’t.
I might have defied him to see what he would do.
I could use a good, hard spanking right now.
That’s horribly inappropriate in the office, but I need it.
I’m stressed beyond belief and confused with it.
My brain would settle if I could get a nice round of impact play.
But we’re in the office…
Hendrix guides me to move far enough that I’m bent ninety degrees at the waist. He nudges my legs wider and sets a hand on the small of my back.
My breasts hang in my bra. Being spanked by him is nothing like any scene I’ve ever engaged in at Edge.
Everything with him is more intense, more intimate.
He makes me wet and needy. He hasn’t done anything yet, and I’m not in the sort of headspace I would normally be in if a Dom was going to strike me with a paddle or flogger.
All I can think about is my next orgasm and how I might get it.
“I love the deep red of this blouse, Kels,” he says in a low tone. “I bet there’s a black lace bra under it. Am I right?”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathe out.
“Are you wearing a matching thong, baby?”
I swallow. “Yes, Sir.”
He sets a hand on the back of my thigh and smooths his palm up slowly, eventually flipping my pleated black skirt up to expose my ass cheeks.
I rise onto my toes when he squeezes my needy bottom.
“Such pretty skin,” he murmurs. “It’s lost the pink tinge I covered it with Saturday, though. You need that, don’t you, Kels? You need to feel the burn again, right, baby?”
“Yes, Sir,” I admit, shivering as those words leave my lips. I’m in so much trouble.
Hendrix gives my ass a firm swat, making me moan as I rock forward. “Where did I say I was going to spank you, Kelsey? Did I say I would do it over your desk?”
I lick my lips, loving the pain as he grips my cheek tightly. “No, Sir.”
“Where, Kels? Where are you supposed to be while I punish you?”
Damn him. “Over your lap, Sir.”
“That’s right.” He suddenly releases me and backs up a step to sit on one of the chairs. “Stand, baby. Take that thong off and hand it to me. Do I need to start counting again?”
I twist around to face him, swaying a bit before I stop myself from actually stumbling with one hand on the desk. “No, Sir.” Disobeying him before was probably subconsciously intentional in order to get what I wanted. Ignoring his orders now would be going too far.
Reaching under my skirt, I glance at the door as if it might suddenly open. It can’t. He locked it. Plus, there is no one in the office yet, and if they were, they wouldn’t be able to get in here to see me so blatantly submitting to my boss.
After quickly pulling off my thong, I hand it to Hendrix.
“Good girl.” He tucks the lace into the front pocket of his pants and pats his lap. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
I step to his side, breathing heavily. “We shouldn’t do this, Hendrix,” I say with absolutely no conviction.
“Do what, baby? We shouldn’t fall for each other and enter into a relationship? Too late. Maybe you meant you don’t think you should submit to me at work. That’s your decision. It will always be your choice. I gave you options. You decided you needed your bottom spanked.”
His logic is maddening. Shit.
“Would you rather I put your panties in your mouth while I spank you, Kels?”
I rush to get closer to him. It probably would be a better idea if he gagged me, but I can’t ponder that now.
I need this spanking, and I’m going to have to control myself while he does so.
And I should want him to get this over with before the chance increases that someone arrives on this floor and hears us.
Hendrix lowers me over his lap, pushes my skirt up, and palms my bottom. “Good girl. You feel better already, don’t you, baby?”
I blow out a breath. I do. Damn him. I reach out with both hands to steady myself against the floor in this awkward position. My breasts are pressed against his thigh.
He rubs my skin, his other palm on my lower back. “How many swats do you need, baby?”
I’m panting. He wants me to decide my own punishment? I can’t do that.
Shocking me, his hand comes between my legs, and he fingers my pussy, drawing out my arousal. Desperation consumes me. I need him to spank me. I also need to come. How did we get here?
“Please…”
He eases a finger into me maddeningly slowly. “Answer my question.”
I swallow. Shit. “Ten?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
“I need ten, Sir.”
“Good girl. That’s not a lot, so I’m going to make them count. They’re going to hurt, but that’s what you need, isn’t it, Kels?”
My ears are ringing. “Yes, Sir,” I mumble.
The first slap is loud, and it stings more than I expected. I lift my head, arching as I cry out.
“Shhh. No one is here yet, baby, but they will be soon. I don’t mind if people hear me disciplining you. I don’t care what anyone knows about us. If you want to keep this side of our relationship private, you need to control your reaction.”
I purse my lips. For some reason, the threat of getting caught—no matter how remote—drives my arousal through the roof. Wetness gushes out of me. My clit needs attention with the same desperation as my ass.
“Relax, Kels. Tell me when you’re ready for me to continue.”
I shudder before taking several deep breaths and then nodding. “Please spank me, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He spanks me hard and fast. I can’t keep up. I lose count before realizing he’s given me the rest of the nine swats all at once.
When he’s done, he lifts me by the hips and stands me between his legs.
I’m disoriented. My knees won’t support me. But he’s got me. He won’t let me go. “Look at me, Kelsey.”
I blink several times before managing to meet his gaze.
I should be humiliated. I guess I am. I’m trembling from the aftershock of such a harsh punishment.
My adrenaline rush is real. My heart is racing.
The embarrassment feels oddly right. I asked for this.
I wanted it on some level. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have disobeyed him.
“Good girl,” he coos again. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
I lick my lips. “I need to come, Sir.”
He rises, lifts me off my feet, and sets me on the edge of my desk. I don’t know what his intentions are until he pulls the chair closer and pushes my skirt up, exposing me.
He’s going to eat me out. My Dom is going to put his mouth on me and make me come on my own fucking desk in my office. I stomped in here just minutes ago, fuming, and my boss managed to diffuse my frustration with a hard spanking. Now he’s going to lower his face to my pussy, and I want it.
“Spread your legs, Kelsey,” he orders.
I part them as wide as I can.
He pulls my folds apart and stares at my cunt.
And then he shocks the hell out of me. “Masturbate, baby. Finger your pussy until you come.”
I gasp, my spine stiffening. What the hell?
“You may not get up from this spot until you come, and you will do it with your fingers while I watch.”
I jerk my gaze to the door. What time is it? Oh, God.
“Your focus should be on me and pleasing me right now, Kels. Nothing else matters. Finger yourself. The longer you take, the more the chance of getting caught increases. Is that what you want, baby? Do you want Josephine to arrive and hear you moaning in here? Do you want her to start exploring until she eventually comes through my office to find you sitting on your desk wantonly fucking yourself in front of me?”
I’m shaking at his words. The humiliation is as real as my rising arousal, so I don’t waste time reaching between my legs with my right hand and finding my clit.
“That’s my girl. Show me how you like to touch yourself.”
He doesn’t know that I don’t usually reach orgasm without a vibrator. It doesn’t matter. I certainly did on Friday night at his house, and I know I can do it now. I’m so horny it won’t take long for me to come.
“Faster, Kels. Rub your clit hard.”
A moan escapes my lips as I find my sweet spot. I hold the hood back with my pinky and thumb while using my middle finger to flick my clit rapidly. The pressure grows until I throw my head back toward the ceiling, trying hard not to audibly react to my growing need.
The tension builds and builds. All the while, I’m aware of the way he’s holding my thighs wide, staring at my pussy, and whispering encouraging words I can no longer distinguish.
Finally, I reach my peak. I almost hate to tip over the edge. I love the feeling that lasts only a few seconds right before I come. It’s the best sensation in the world, and it’s ten times better with Hendrix watching than when I’m alone.
“Come, Kelsey,” he demands.
My release is instantaneous. My entire body vibrating from the waves of my climax as I close my eyes and enjoy every second. All too soon, it’s over. I’m so sated that I slump forward.
Hendrix is on his feet, and he catches me by the shoulders, letting the top of my head settle against his chest.
My hand is still between my legs, my fingers trembling.
After a minute, he eases back, lifts my arm by the wrist, and brings my hand to his mouth. He looks me in the eyes while he sucks my juices off every finger, one by one. It’s the hottest, most kinky sight.
When he’s done, he tucks his fingers under my chin and leans closer, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“You’re mine, Kelsey. Erase every shred of doubt from your head.
No two people have ever been so perfectly matched as you and me.
You may take whatever time you need to accept that.
Meanwhile, I will hire some movers to bring your stuff to storage tomorrow.
After work tonight, I will drive you home to get whatever you need, and you will move in with me.
I don’t want to hear any more nonsense about quitting your job or getting fired.
That’s not happening. If you enjoy living on the edge and the adrenaline rush you get from the threat of getting caught when you’re being disciplined in the office, all you have to do is defy me and I’ll give you what you need.
If you’d prefer to keep our kink at home and the club, you’ll stop arguing with me at work. That’s up to you.”
My head is spinning. I’m not sure I heard every word of his lecture. I’m too stunned to react.
He startles me when he stands me on my feet again. “Why don’t you go freshen up in my private bathroom.”
I gasp and tip my head back to look at him. “That’s it? You’re not going to fuck me?” I don’t care what the risk is. The fact that I just had an amazing orgasm only makes me yearn for his cock even more. I need him inside me. He’s not going to leave me hanging, is he?
He smirks. “No, naughty girl. You aren’t going to touch my cock until you do what you were told.”
I frown, searching my brain for whatever the hell he’s talking about. And then it dawns on me. My face heats, and my breath hitches. “You can’t be serious.”
“Just as serious as I was yesterday. Call your parents. When you’ve done so, let me know.” He turns from me and heads toward the adjoining door.
“When are you going to tell Maddie?” I call out, knowing this grand revelation goes both ways.
He looks over his shoulder. “Already did. We talked last night.”
I gasp.
“Yep. She wasn’t surprised. In fact, she was excited. She got a kick out of calling me a hypocrite, which I deserved. There’s drool leaking from the corners of your mouth, baby.”
I growl at him. Infuriating man. As he steps into his office, I remember one last thing. “Hey, give me my panties back.”
“Not a chance.”