Page 63 of Her Boss

The thoughts shocked me. Something was happening to me, to us, though I had no prayer of understanding what it was.

Not yet.

What are you saying?

His soft chuckle was pure arrogance.

What did he want from me though? There was danger there, the air pregnant with it. If I said the wrong thing, if I read him incorrectly, things could take a disastrous turn. I might lose the one chance I’d ever have to learn who I was.

About what I really wanted from a man.

“I… I want you to punish me,” I whispered thickly, shame and arousal lending me courage I’d never dreamed of having.

I moaned softly as his rough palm touched me, fondling my bottom casually, arrogantly. His hand finally rested at my tailbone, his grasp proprietary, possessive.

“You know you’re a beautiful girl, don’t you?”

“Y-yes…”

“You know you’re a slut, don’t you?”

My face flushed even hotter. “Y-yes…”

I swallowed down a groan, my pussy aching, even as I wanted to hide my face at the degradation. I should have hated it, hated him.

Why didn’t I?

Because you’re insane.

His voice held a subtle note of warning. “I didn’t catch that?”

“Yes!” I gasped as the heat of his hand suddenly smacked my ass harshly. “Yes! I’m your slut!”

Rick chuckled softly. “That’s better.”

But he spanked me again, the sharp slap searing the opposite buttock. I gritted my teeth against the burn. “I think that’s enough out of you. On your knees.”

I obeyed so quickly my knees burned slightly against the rug. I was beginning to tremble.

Somewhere behind me a drawer opened, then closed again.

My heart began to pound as my imagination ran wild with what he might be doing.

“You’re a good girl. I’ll forgive your outburst,” he said, his hand squeezing and stroking my buttocks once more.

“Good, good. Are you ready?” he said with a sharp crack of leather against my bottom, the hurt clawing deep into my flesh.

“Yes!” I hissed, wanting so very much to turn and look at him, but knowing he would be displeased by that. It was my surrender he was after.

And I was determined to give him just that.

I spread my legs wide, the coolness of the air against my splayed sex a mortifying reminder of the lurid tableau he was no doubt drinking in.

Insanely, all I could focus on was that I hoped he liked what he saw. Somehow even that served only to spur my dark arousal higher.

“Very good,” he said, his voice low. “Wider. Spread yourself for me. Show me how much you want this.”

I obeyed, spreading my knees as far apart as they would go. The pose was pure animalistic objectification… and my pussy was even hotter, even wetter at that realization.

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