Page 39 of Punish Me

“You take them off, or I’ll rip them off,” I growl.

“Ro, someone might walk in here.”

“My word is the law. And I want your pussy bare and your scent lingering in this room.”

I see the desire in her eyes and hear her breath quicken as she reaches under her dress to do as I ask. I hold my hand out to take them.

“I want to be the only thing on your mind,” I say, sniffing her panties before pocketing them.

Brynlee licks her lips and says, “We will get caught one day. And when we do, your ass will probably still have a job, and I won’t.”

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I drop my hand to squeeze her bare ass through her dress. My eyes flutter close at the soft jiggle that awaits me.

“Fuck, Bryn.”

“You’ve been promising, but you haven’t come through since the night at the club,” she challenges.

“Is that sass I hear in your voice, darlin’?”

“It’s calling you on your bullshit. You do a wonderful job of turning a woman on, but there seems to be no follow-through.”

“Go to your office and wait for me,” I grunt through clenched teeth.

“See, that’s what I mean—”

“To your office now!” I bark, extending a hand toward the door.

It’s the commands and the punishment that turn my girl on. She thinks that I don’t see it, but I do. God, I badly want to beinside her, but there will be no regrets from her this time. In usual defiant Brynlee fashion, she storms from the conference room, closing the door hard and firm.

I check and return a few emails before I close my laptop and gather my things. When I leave the conference room, Lauren’s biting back a smirk.

“What?” I bark.

“Nothing, sir,” she says, busying herself with random papers on her desk.

I march down the hall past Sandra’s desk. Thank God she left early for the day for a doctor’s appointment. I can’t wait another minute to get to Brynlee.

Turning the doorknob, I scowl when she jumps in her seat at the sight of me.

“What’re you doing?” I ask as she quickly shuts her computer down.

“Nothing,” she says, her chest heaving.

“Unzip me,” I order.

I watch her hips switch as she slowly walks to me. From the moment she touches my zipper until she has my dick in her hands, we never break eye contact.

“You don’t know what to do with that.”

“Oh, but I do,” she purrs.

“I want you on your knees on the floor.”

Licking her lips, she obeys my command, still holding my dick in her hands like a prized possession. The time between her kneeling and putting her hot mouth on my cock might have been seconds, but the wait feels interminable.

I damn near cum in her mouth as my hands grip her hair in its slicked-back knot. She slants a mean side-eye my way, and I glare back, refusing to let go of her head. Sliding her mouth up and down my shaft, Brynlee hums, and I get lost in the ecstasy that is her mouth. Before I know it, I release her hair from itsknot, and it falls like a curtain enveloping my fingers and resting on her shoulders.

She attempts to swallow me whole, but she can’t. It doesn’t stop her from trying as she spits, sucks, and licks me all over. Brynlee moves to suck my balls and fuck me; I’m not going to last much longer.

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