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“You sound a little breathless, Ms. Dodd, is everything all right?”

“Of course, I’m a hundred percent a-okay.” Seriously, did I just say that? I almost groaned aloud at how stupid that sounded.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke. “I would like to see you in my office, Rose, immediately.”

Oh, he did the growly voice thing. “On my way, Sir!”

I ended the call and refrained from doing the happy dance. This girl was about to get more than a few fingers. Yes! I quickly stood and yanked down my skirt, and practically tripped over my feet in my haste to unlock the door and hustle through. Down a set of hallways was his office. Do I knock? He didn’t specify so I walked right in.

“I’m here, Sir. Will this be business or a booty call?”

Chapter Eleven

Heimdall

I’d taken refuge behind my desk when Rose entered and locked my office door. She was such a little minx, but I liked where her mind was going. I’d had a hard-on since watching her on the security feed. Naked and getting herself off had certainly caught my attention. When she laughed as she departed the room, that was when my palm grew itchy. Now there was a woman begging to be taken in hand, and I knew just whose hand it would be.

Rose took a seat opposite me, and I couldn’t help but notice the generous cleavage she had on display. She was lucky only Yula and I had seen so much of her. I was not interested in her garnering attention from the other men in the building, at least not today. Not after what we shared last night. Dressing to impress, and hopeful her cleavage was only to poke at the Dom sitting opposite her.

I knew her kink was to be watched, not touched. She chose who was allowed, as I’d witnessed at the club before we went on stage. But at work? That was an entirely different situation. With her fourth button undone, everyone had a chance to see the goods, especially with the push-up bra she wore, her tits were practically thrust in my face.

Although her highly exposed flesh wasn’t an office infraction, she should know that exposing herself here came with consequences. The smirk she wore told me she knew exactly what she was doing… baiting me. She acted like there was nothing going on, but she’d learn that, if you baited the bear, you’d pay the price. If she wasn’t careful, she’d find herself tipped over my desk with her ass in the air for a spanking.

Rose was temptation personified and very hard to resist. “You are begging for attention, Rose, didn’t you get enough last night?”

“Last night was wonderful… don’t you think, Master Heimdall?” She batted her long lashes, her green pools filled with challenge.

“You purposely taunted me on camera this morning.” My cock stiffened at the immediate image that assaulted me, with her head thrown back, her fingers deep inside her slick pussy, and her lips forming a perfect O when her orgasm hit.

“Are you saying you’re worked up, Master H? I don’t see how that is any fault of mine when you looked at the feed. I am more than happy, however, to help you take care of that.” She pointed over the desk at my very hard cock pressing painfully against my pants. Rose dropped to her knees and crawled toward me.

When she got to my side, she rose to kneeling and reached for my zipper. Blatant manipulation and I didn’t appreciate her trying to take control. I say when she wraps those bow lips around my rod.

“Back down on your hands and knees and turn around.”

She obeyed, turning her perfect ass toward me as she faced away. I pulled my belt out of the loops and placed it on the desk.

Reaching down, I slid her skirt up her thighs and over her ample bottom. I see the gusset of her red satin g-string was soaked. With her skirt out of the way I take a deep breath, inhaling her sweet nectar. I can’t wait to taste her but that will have to wait. I have a lesson for a naughty sub to take care of.

I wrapped the belt around her throat and held the two ends, like a leash, in my left hand, and tugged, forcing her back up on her knees.

“You’ve been naughty, Rose, and deserving of a punishment.”

Loosening the belt, I pressed her back down to all fours, then added enough tension once she was placed the way I like for moving to be difficult. The drawer soundlessly opened and I pulled out a thick wooden ruler, one I’d never used before, at least not as an implement.

Not only had I never punished anyone in my private office before, I’d never even had a woman in here that I was interested in that way. So this would be new territory for me. Despite all my reservations about keeping things separate from work and home life, I wouldn’t lose an opportunity to establish boundaries. I controlled every single scene and it was best that I reminded her of that now.

I gave no warning, and brought the ruler down hard on her pale, exposed bottom. To her credit, Rose didn’t cry out. Her only sound was a rush of air that sounded like it came from between her teeth, and the muscles of her ass tightening. I struck again, loving the sound as it cracked against her fleshy buttocks.

Once her bottom was painted a nice red that matched her panties, I got to work on her thighs and had her spread her legs wider so I could catch the sensitive skin right on the inside of where her thighs and buttocks connected.

Widening her legs further by tapping the insides of her knees, I slid the ruler against the soaked gusset of her g-string. Rose moaned and arched her back, giving me a nice eyeful. I reached forward and gripped the back of her soaked bottoms she wore and gripped them, tugging them deep inside her crack.

“Oh!” Her cry was followed by a guttural moan. Her puffy, slick lips were swollen with need, but the lesson wasn’t over yet.

I pulled the ruler away and cracked it against her backside, applying more strength than on the last round. Rose grunted and I could see her fingers trying to dig into the mat that was under my desk. I swung the ruler down in quick succession six more times.

When I sat back, Rose was waggling her swollen red globes from side to side as if to cool them off.

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