Page 10 of Love on the Rocks

“Well, mission accomplished,” I grumble under my breath.

I flip up her skirt and see a new pair of lace underwear that reveal the bottom of her ass cheeks. “Might as well take these off too, unless you have changed your mind about accepting your punishment?” I ask her.

“No, boss. I want to be a good employee.”

I work the lace down her legs and let them fall around her feet. “You’ve pushed me too far for that. After this, I don’t think you can be just my employee. I’ve crossed too many lines for that.”

“Then what am I?” Bess asks, a hint of real worry in her voice. She’s really slipping into this fantasy, and I’ll have to take extra care of her.

I lean against her, my chest to her back, to whisper in her ear. “That makes you mine. Always mine.”

“In this world and whatever comes next,” she whispers, repeating words I’d used in my wedding vows to her.

“Forever and always.” For a moment we leave the fantasy behind and reassure ourselves that no matter how we play, our relationship remains solid. This connection is what I’ve missed the last month. Even though it has never gone away, I just lost my link to it.

I stand up again and rub my hand on the globe of her ass. Moving off to the side of her I pull my hand back and give her a good smack. “Why are you being punished?”

“For teasing you,” she answers.

I smack the other side, and she pushes her ass against my hand. If I were actually trying to punish her this would clearly not be an effective means of correction. “Try again, Bessie.”

“For being out of uniform?”

Another slap, lower on the other side. “You’re getting closer, but still missing the point.”

“Tell me,” she begs.

I swat her rear a few more times. “You’re being punished for making other men think they had a chance to touch what is mine. To see what is only for my eyes.”

“I’m sorry, boss. I promise I won’t wear the skirt again,” she says.

“Mmm,” I hum. “Don’t go that far.” I rub her ass to soothe away any sting. “You’ll keep it and wear it only for me.”

“Yes, boss,” I agree.

“And you want to please me?” I ask her.

“More than anything.”

My fingers slip between her legs and find her slick and hot. I rub her swollen clit, and she starts to whimper in desperation.

“You’re very needy.” She’s wetter than I’ve ever made her, and nearly crazed with desire.

“Please, boss. Please,” Bess begs.

Even though I recently came down her lovely throat, I am hard as steel for her again. She makes me feel like I did when we met.

With shaky hands, I lower my zipper. I never did rebutton my pants or put my belt back on. My cock is hot in my hand as I guide it into her channel. Her pussy squeezes me like a velvet glove. I have to hold her hips still for a moment. The feeling of her has my balls pulling up tight to my body, and my eyes roll back into my head.

“Fuck, you feel good. I want to fill you with cum, and send you home sore so you don’t forget who you belong to now.”

I grab her hips and thrust hard. The idea of having another kid crosses my mind, but we haven’t talked about it in a while. Maybe it is time we have that discussion again. The idea that she could get pregnant right now makes me crazed. I rut her like a wild animal, and we both start making noises that aren’t that far off.

Bess pushes up on the desk working herself back against me every time I thrust forward. Our bodies slam together violently. Flesh slaps against flesh, and the legs of the desk creak and scratch against the wood planks of the floor. Sweat drips down my face onto her naked back. Basically, we’re a mess, and it’s glorious.

I can hear her breathing speed up. After a decade I know every sign that she is about to come. Her skin is flushed, her breathing is fast and a little shallow, the hair on the nape of her neck curls with sweat, and her pussy starts to squeeze my cock like the beating of a heart.

Thanks to her expert skills sucking my cock, I’m able to hold off my orgasm until Bess’s entire body goes rigid and she screams my name.

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