Page 8 of Love on the Rocks

I purposely placed her under the vent, knowing that in her state of undress and with her damp t-shirt she’d be chilled, because I kept the heat low. I didn’t do it to be an asshole, but to watch her nipples harden into points. She could survive a few moments of discomfort. I’ve been walking around with aching balls all night, so it’s only fair she experiences some discomfort in return.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t move, or you’ll be punished. I want to make sure we’re completely alone. No one is going to interrupt our meeting.”

I’m trembling when I step out of the office. I do need to make sure we’re alone, because I want her loud tonight, but I also need a chance to calm myself down or this won’t last very long. It’s been too many weeks of sedate, suburban, vanilla sex. We both settled into a routine and got complacent. It’s time we shake things up, or whiskey won’t be the only thing on the rocks around here.

Tucking my erection into my waistband, I move into the main area of the bar. Brody and both waitresses have managed to bus most of the tables and sweep the floor. That will make it a lot easier for the staff to finish in the morning.

I clear my throat to get their attention. “Thanks guys. I’m going to call the crew in early tomorrow to finish up. Go on and enjoy the rest of your Valentine’s Day.”

The waitresses look at each other and giggle. Brody gives me a nod. “I hope you have a great V-Day too, Boss,” Brody says with humor in his voice.

I shake my head at them. All of my employees have an attitude problem, but I can only handle one of them at a time. Handling Bess is going to be so much more fun.

6

Bess

I’m tremblingfrom chill and arousal waiting for Donovan to return. The tables have turned and now it’s his turn to torture me. Making me wait is part of his revenge and I can't really fault him for it. If anything it’s making me more turned on.

Distantly, I hear the voices in the other room, and the front door slams. My heart pounds in my chest as I strain to hear his footsteps coming down the hallway. The door creaks as he opens it, and I lower my eyes to the floor to show him I’m ready to submit and stop being a brat. I’m not a submissive woman in my daily life, but I do enjoy it when Donovan asserts control sexually. And I like goading him until he has no choice but to do so. We've never been so formal about our games before. I've always wanted us to have more kink in our lives, but oddly, I've been too embarrassed to talk about it.

I know how that sounds, me embarrassed? Yeah, that's a new one. I'm usually not embarrassed. Hell, I'm here in a skirt barely bigger than a postage stamp, but it happens. There are some things that I am less comfortable bringing up. I like to try and start the conversation organically. For example, coming into thebar when I am supposed to be helping out and teasing my husband mercilessly until he has no choice but to punish me after closing the bar early. Yeah, that ought to do it. Perfectly healthy.

I'm very impressed. He's thrown himself all into this game I've been playing, and I never anticipated he would dive into it as much as he has. When we first started dating, we would mess around in the bar chasing each other around the tables, getting it on in the back storage room, or the office, but there was never any fantasy involved in what we were doing. He was always himself, and I was always me. We never blurred the lines or pretended to be anyone else.

I don't know how he knows that I've needed this escape, but I'm very grateful that he has taken my cues and run with it because lately, I've wanted to be anyone but myself. I know it's wrong and that I need to talk to him about it. I shouldn't let what those other moms said affect me this much, but their words are still banging around in my head. I just need him to make me feel like myself again for a little while. To remind me who I was back when I liked myself and thought that there was nothing I couldn't do.

That girl believed she could take on the world. She is the one who walked into a bar, saw a man that she instantly wanted with every fiber of her being, and set about making him hers. I need to be her again tonight.

Most of all, I need to feel connected to my husband again. I know I’ve been off lately, but he’s been pulling away from me too. I always thought we were special. Somehow we were different from other married couples. We would never fall victim to petty disagreements. Donovan would never look at another woman, soI didn’t have to worry about him cheating. It didn’t matter if he spent time here without me.

I still trust him implicitly, but I saw the way that young bartender was looking at him this afternoon. It hasn’t escaped me that my husband is sexy, nor has it clearly escaped other women’s notice. Seeing that was enough to wake me up out of the fog I’ve been in the last month. What Donovan thinks of me is much more important than what a bunch of fussy bitches think.

His boots thud on the wood planks of the floor, and his finger lifts my chin to look into my eyes. “You’re thinking awfully hard for a naughty brat. Planning more mischief?”

My lips twitch. “I think I'm in enough trouble.”

“A little late for you to wise up to that. Don't think it's going to get you out of a punishment now that you figured out you have been misbehaving. Unless you don't want to keep your job, you are free to walk out the door anytime you want.”

I fight a smile, not wanting to break character. Widening my eyes, I try and make myself look contrite. “No, boss. Please, I really need this job.”

He widens his stance and looks down at me. I can feel myself grow wet seeing the heat in his eyes as he studies me. “If that were true you wouldn’t have been acting like a cocktease all night, wearing this tiny t-shirt when you know it is supposed to be looser than this.”

His hands reach out and fondle both my breasts. “You wanted me to see how full and heavy these perfect tits are, knowing, as your boss, I’m not allowed to touch them. Then you had to go and dump beer on yourself to make it worse. You knew I’d bestaring at these hard nipples all night—” he pinches them, and I almost come, “and I’d go home and jerk off thinking about sucking on your tits because that’s all I’d be allowed to do because of the imbalance in our power dynamics.”

I nod. “It was very wrong of me,” I agree.

He doesn’t let go of my breasts, but continues to alternate between massaging them and plucking at my nipples. After ten years of a very active love life, Donovan knows how to work my body to orgasm perhaps better than I do, and I’ve never been one to shy away from a little self-lovin’ if necessary.

Donovan isn’t about to let me off that easily. Just as I’m about to praise him and declare him a god among men, he drops his hands to my hips to steady me. “I’m not an unforgiving boss. I can think of a way you can make it up to me.”

“Please,” I beg, playing along. “I really am sorry. I admit I wanted your attention, and didn’t think about the discomfort I’d cause you. I would like to make it up to you. I really want to keep this job.”

He nods. “First, you need to take off that shirt. It’s a violation of our uniform and you aren’t to wear it to work again.”

I pause a moment. “Right now?” Of course, he means right now, but my naive protests add to the game.

He holds out his hand, and I pull the shirt over my head leaving myself in nothing except my leather skirt, and lingerie set. My bra is peach lace, and quite see-through. His finger gently traces around my nipple. “Very lovely,” he whispers.

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