11. Catriona
Eleven
Catriona
What the hell just happened? I mean seriously, what the hell just happened?! I wrap my coat tighter around me as I hurry down the street, only short of running.
I let my boss spank me.
I didn’t stop him when he dropped my trousers and spanked me.
“And I liked it,” I whisper to myself, then groan. My cheeks heat in mortification.
Oh, God.
The sight of him as he rose from his desk. His lean frame seemed twice its size. And his eyes, I’ve never seen them like that, so full of life yet so dark and…controlled. I hadn’t done anything to stop what he was doing to me. I didn’t want to.
“Let go.”
I did. As the burn on my skin spread like wildfire to every part of my body, the outside world had disappeared and all that existed was Rian’s voice, his heat, his touch, his demands.
I had arched my back to make his hand hit me better and barely managed to suppress my cry of pleasure when his fingers slid under my underwear.
The utter disappointment when he stopped.
I glance over my shoulder to check for traffic, then run across three lanes to the other side of the road and slip through the side gate of Trinity College, aiming for the shortcut through the cobblestoned grounds.
I can still feel his warm, heavy breath on my neck – proof he was just as affected by what happened as I was. What does it mean? I shake my head, trying to focus. How can I ever look him in the eyes again? How can I ever look at myself in the mirror?
Oh my God! What if my mother finds out? I almost scream at the thought, gathering my jacket tighter around me. Not that my mother ever will find out.
And it will never happen again, I swear, while trying to ignore how uncomfortable my wet panties are and how the hot skin of my bum rubs against my trousers.
* * *
“Yes…”
I blink in the dark room, the contours of my dream slipping like sand through fingers. But the sensations remain.
I reach past the small patch of hair and down between my swollen lips.
My gasp whispers in the room as I find my sore clit – sore from making me come not once, but twice before going to sleep.
But my pussy is greedy for more. I rub my bum against the sheet, chasing the burn that still lingers, and arch my back as I pinch my clit and clamp my internal walls around two fingers.
* * *
“Rough night?”
I almost choke as I try to stifle my yawn and glance up over the divider.
“Um, something like that,” I reply and give Trevor only half a smile, hoping he’ll take the hint and move on. He does as I gulp down some coffee from my Run Forrest Run mug.
I sigh, disappointed at my own rude behaviour, but I’m really not on form for any small talk this morning. Unease and nerves are churning in my stomach.
“Right, let’s do this,” I mumble and grab the O’Toole file, desperate to keep my mind occupied with anything but Rian and the dark desires that transpired in my bedroom.
Dates of when the contract was first established, the history of the company, internet searches for any recent developments, street layouts, new builds…
How can I ever face him again? He has all the power now; he humiliated and literally spanked me.
I’ll never be able to hold my head high.
He’s won. I check the time. I have at least another hour until his lazy arse will make an appearance in the office.
I could grab my bag and leave the company and so avoid the embarrassment of seeing him again.
I huff and internally slap myself for my cowardice thoughts.
I want to build a career in KSS, and I’ll be damned if Rian-fecking-Kearney ruins it!
What if he fires me? He won’t, will he? No, he’s too reliant on me.
We just have to get over this episode and pretend it never happened.
Pretend he never had my trousers around my ankles, never slipped his fingers under my panties, or called me “good girl”.
A pulsation between my legs has me squeezing them together. Oh, God…
Ding.
My attention snaps across the room to the lifts, but it’s Linda stepping out. I wonder if Rian took her to the National Gallery after I left. What if he also took Linda home with him? Bile rises up my throat, and I hunch down in my seat.
When Rian finally arrives, late in the morning as usual, I pretend not to notice. Keeping my focus on my computer screen, I hold my breath until I hear his office door close.
I know I have to face him at some point, but I don’t want to. My internal me whines like a spoiled four-year-old.
Pulling my imaginary big girl’s panties up, I seize my chance when Marcus and Anika from the Strategic Planning Division go into Rian’s office for a meeting at eleven.
He’ll surely not say anything with them present.
Before I can change my mind, I get off my chair and knock on his door.
My legs are unsteady when I hear him say, “Come in.”