Page 527 of Savage Bosses

“Ambrose, I—”

“Itold younotto hold the meeting until you heard from me again,” he says, walking back to his desk and unlocking a drawer. “Seems you have a hard time following rules.”

“What the hell?” I ask, looking at the paddle in his hand.

“Insubordination.”

My pussy clenches, and my heart pounds, but my eyes narrow, and my jaw clenches. “You’re not fucking hitting me with that, Ambrose.”

He stalks closer to me and says, “Watch me.”

“I dare you—”

Before I can finish the sentence, he lifts me off the floor, tosses me over his shoulder, and carries me to his sitting area. I struggle as he sits on the couch and grabs the skirt hem of my cream-colored dress.

Ambrose is right. I now dress for him. The top of my cream and burgundy two-tone, form-fitting, sleeveless dress cuts close at the top with a keyhole collar and sleeks down to a shapely cream skirt.

All my resistance stops when the air caresses my ass cheeks and his hand smooths across them.

“God, no fucking panties?” he hisses.

My pussy clenches at how his voice garbles and breaks off until he whacks my bare ass with that paddle.

“Ro!” I cry.

He brings the paddle down again, and I shudder. Two more whacks and I’m getting used to the sting on my ass that has me ready to cum as juices pearl on my lips.

Preparing for the fifth, he stuns me by saying, “Get up.”

I stand, glaring at him.

“What was that?”

“You will stop disrespecting my authority. You may leave now.”

“What?”

“I have another meeting,” he says as a knock sounds at the door.

I stand trembling in anger, want, and fear, watching him slide the paddle under the couch cushion. God, I hope no one heard my shriek. What will they think?

“Come in,” he calls out before I can say another word.

“Oh, I didn’t realize that you hadn’t finished your first meeting,” Austin says with a smirk, waltzing in.

I can barely escape before I hear Ambrose’s condescending chuckle. Fuck me to hell and back this man will drive me insane. I’m so turned on and need him in the worst way, but I’ll be damned if I beg.

Sighing, I drop down at my computer and bury my face in my hands. Shame burns me. Not because I’ve been humiliated, tortured, or harassed. No, it’s because I liked everything he did to me and wanted more. What’s worse is that I loved being subjected to that in his office with the risk of exposure.

I think I was turned on more by the knowledge that anyone could have walked in on us at any moment. I open my computer and tap a few keys to open the site Boss Be Damned.

I click into the “How to Resist Your Boss” chat.

@Perfect_Storm: Is it harassment when you want to be harassed?

I move from my desk to the cream club chairs in front of the electric fireplace. Massaging my temples, I flip through the invoices for a project two weeks from completion. After five minutes, I toss the invoices onto the glass table beside me and groan. I can’t focus.

I walk to the large panoramic window and look down on the boulevard below. Palm trees sway in the breeze welcoming passersby to the downtown area. It’s such a breathtaking and relaxing view, but I can’t find peace today.

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