5. You Like it Rough
You Like it Rough
He wheeled the chair away from the table, and she turned to watch him over her shoulder again.
“Don’t turn around, and don’t look at me, Ms. Malone. Keep your hands at your sides. Most important of all, don’t say a word, don’t make a sound. Can you do that?”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Chambers.”
Her cry rang out when his broad hand cracked across both ass cheeks at once, and her thighs shook from the force of it.
“Can you do that?” he repeated in a cold voice.
She nodded her head, and he stroked the backs of her legs.
“Good girl. You’re learning, Ms. Malone.”
The sound of his belt sliding through the loops of his pants was loud in the quiet room as was the murmur of his zipper sliding down. She gasped when he stroked her tender ass with the cold leather of his belt. Would he spank her with it? Would she like that?
The wetness of her pussy suggested she might, but when she whimpered at the idea, it was his hand that smacked down on her stinging ass cheeks. This time, he didn’t let up after ten spanks. Instead, he slapped her ass until she was on fire, inside and out.
“Maybe now you’ll do as you’re told,” he rasped.
Sheila’s breath caught when he gripped one of her arms and gently set it on her lower back. When he did the same thing with the other arm, she bit back a moan, barely. She was so turned on it was a marvel she didn’t spontaneously combust when he touched her.
The cool sensation of leather bound her wrists together at the base of her back as he tightened his belt around them.
“Such a pretty ass and pussy you have Ms. Malone. I’m so glad you made those mistakes so I can take it out on your delectable body.”
Sheila whimpered when he kissed the fleshy part of her ass where he’d spanked it moments before.
“You look so sexy with my hand prints on your pretty, pale ass, Ms. Malone, that I’ll let that little sound pass. Don’t push your luck, or I’ll fuck that perfect ass of yours.”
She ached to beg him to fuck her, but she didn’t dare speak. Her poor little butt hurt enough. The crinkling of foil made her knees weak with relief. When he stood close enough behind her that his hairy legs tickled her smooth limbs, she widened her thighs, desperate for his cock.
“I like how eager you are to fix your mistakes, Ms. Malone. That speaks to your character. Maybe you can be trained after all.”
Derek rubbed her soaked clit, and Sheila bit her lip to keep from crying out.
“Maybe this will drive home the point that mistakes will not be tolerated.”
He shoved his thick cock into her pussy, both of them moaning with relief as her wet heat enveloped him.
“Fuck, Ms. Malone, you take dictation better than anyone who’s ever worked for me.”
Sheila’s laugh quickly turned to a groan when he hammered into her. There was no slow build up this time. He went to town on her pussy, fucking her relentlessly, his hips a blur of movement. His cock pounded into her like a machine, spreading and filling her wet cunt with each thrust.
It was rougher than she was used to from him, but it was perfect for this setting, this scenario.
He grunted as he held onto her bound wrists with one hand and used them to anchor himself to her for deeper thrusts.
The only sounds in the room were their heavy breaths and the slapping of his thighs against hers.
Sheila raised her head from the table as his movements grew more vigorous. He used his free hand to grip her hair, tugging it hard, and she came almost immediately at the brilliant sensation that zipped straight to her clit.
“Oh, Ms. Malone, you like it rough, don’t you?”
Derek fucked her harder through her orgasm, his grunts and growls more vocal with his energetic pounding.
One of his feet rested on the conference table next to her head, his hand gripping her shoulder as he fucked her even deeper.
His cock pistoned into her in a frenzy of vigorous thrusts that left her shaking and crying with euphoric bliss.
Derek lowered his leg and let go of her wrists to rub her clit with one hand while he drilled her. Sheila strained to keep her head up as he shook the heavy table with the force of his powerful drives.
His other hand wrapped around her neck, and he pulled her up by it until her back arched like the letter C. He squeezed lightly at first, then tighter, and Sheila moaned. Somehow, there was pipeline from her hair, her nipples, her ass cheeks, and her throat directly to her clit.
“Come for me again, Ms. Malone. Come all over my big dick, and we can forget about this little mistake of yours.”
When he choked her again with his broad hand, Sheila lost it and opened her mouth in a soundless scream. An orgasm exploded through her body, and she almost blacked out from the intensity. Derek groaned as he came seconds later.
After a few moments, he took care of the condom and stood her up on her shaky legs to unbind her wrists.
“You okay, baby?” he asked, worry in his expression. “I got a little carried away. We’ve done choking and spanking before, but this was a little more… energetic.”
She smiled at him.
“I had a great time. Thank you for giving me my fantasy.”
His gaze cleared, and he returned her smile.
“It was pretty hot. Any time you’re up for a little role play, let me know. I had no idea it’d be so much fun.”
Sheila laughed, but then her eyes landed on the mess they’d made.
“We should clean this place up and get out of here before we get caught.”
“Good idea.”
They straightened their clothing, and Derek found cleaning supplies in the credenza along the wall, so they were able to erase proof of their illicit visit.
After another look around, they headed for the door. Derek unlocked it and opened it, only to be met with a startled hotel staffer pushing a cleaning cart down the hall.
She looked between the two of them, and it was obvious she guessed what they’d been up to.
Derek cleared his throat.
“We were just checking out the conference room to ensure it had the technical specifications we needed.”
The staffer smirked at him.
“There are no meeting scheduled in this room tomorrow, but sure.” She laughed. “As long as you didn’t make any more work for me, I don’t really care.”
“Everything is as it was,” Derek pressed some money into her hand as he made his way around her, Sheila following closely in his wake.
They got about twenty feet, Sheila’s heart thumping the entire time, when the employee called after them.
“There’s a small elevator to your left. It doesn’t go all the way to the ground floor or the mezzanine, so most people don’t use it. If you want to see the city at night without a bunch of people around, that’s a great place for it.”