Page 54 of The Boss

And dear God, do I want her.

She’s such a trooper. Here I am, introducing her to spanking as one of the greatest kinks for us to enjoy, and she’s jumping right in as if she were born to be my sweet submissive. The more I’m with Alessa, the more I’m convinced this is the relationship we’re both meant to have. Maybe she didn’t know it. Hell, I didn’t know it when she first walked into my office.

I tell her to make no sounds. The only thing I can hear is my hand hitting her skirt. Once. Twice. Three solid times. Whenever my hand meets her ass, she lets out a tiny wail of surprise.

Her nipples harden. Her face flushes. When my hand lingers between her thighs after the third spank, I feel her natural heat. A heat that wasn’t there five minutes ago.

Those women out there, the ones I’m trying to build connections with? They’re like this with their partners. They do this behind closed doors. Everyone’s heard of how Etta Coleman’s wife humiliated her two years ago. I bet that when they got back together, Mrs. Coleman got the spanking of her life.

As for Danica Moreau? She owns the most exclusive BDSM club on the east coast. Need I say more?

It’s as much about my girlfriend as it is about me. Those women are judging me for her faux pas that fucked up their schedules – and mine. Dear Alessa, I simply can’t let you get away with it. Especially with your body reacting the way it is.

I must have her.Mybody is thrumming with need. Easy enough to fix with mind over matter before I go back out into the lounge, but why not take care of it the old-fashioned way? After what she put me through today? I deserve to indulge before we go back to my place. Besides, didn’t I promise her a reward for taking her punishment well?

Like I said, this is for both of us to enjoy.

“Jules…” Yes, yes, I know, lovely. You’re happy to have me straddle our legs together.

“Shh.” My hands happily find their place, snug around her breasts. What are they doing in her blouse, anyway? Time to pop open those buttons and lose myself silly in these lacy cups. Alessa closes her eyes and leans back against me. Her skirt rides up her ass. All I must do is move aside her underwear… and away we go.

Her eyes remain closed, mouth hanging agape in ecstasy. The only sounds she makes are sweet little whimpers when my fingers breach her, sliding effortlessly into her, every inchbegging her to take me more, deeper, farther than we’ve ever gone before.

It’s easier to love her if she bends down. So I push her over the sink, her tits sliding against smooth glass and her body instantly opening up to more of me. Ah, yes, this is what I’ve been after all day.

I had planned on taking her home and having my way with her all night. This will have to do because I can’t help myself. When she’s acting like this? How can I?

“That’s right, Lessa.” If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s keeping my cool even when I’m lost in this haze, on the verge of giving up. But I won’t. I’m better than that. Like my professional life, I’m in full control of everything. “Take it, my lovely. Take your reward for being such a good girl.”

I don’t intend to spend much longer in here. People must be getting suspicious. There are two bathrooms, but wherever people are drinking, they need to go. They also need to… connect. Besides, as hot as this is, it’s not the most comfortable position I can be in with my girlfriend. This is about making a point, anyway.

I will have her wherever I please. Whenever. However. We will reach a point in our relationship where I can command her with one look.

I’ve been with acclimating women before. I’ve been with lifestyle submissives. I’ve been with those dabbling in bedroom kink with no intention of going harder than some fuzzy handcuffs and a spank here or there. I don’t want either of those extremes. I want a solid meeting in the middle. I want a woman who is herown… but also mine.

Do you think Alessa knows she’s mine right now?

“You messed up, lovely,” I say, enjoying the curve of her spine as it bends before me. “Yet you got me to fuck you right here. How does that make you feel?” I don’t give her time to formulatean answer. I’m bending down, my lips, my breath on her ear. “I bet that makes you feel powerful. And it should. You weave your spell like the best of us bewitching women.”

She whimpers. I soon realize why. Her nipples are dragging across the glass sink every time I move. The woman’s in sensory overload.

She comes without any prompting.

I barely survive it. Her whining, her writhing, her inability to control her inner muscles as they clench around me. Everything about her young, feminine body screams at her to take every bit of me down with her. It’s biology, right?

Suppose I’m too controlled through all of this. One of us has to be. I’ll let her reap all the physical, emotional benefits while I stave off my insatiable appetite for her.

I’ll lose myself in her, body and soul, later tonight. She’ll know what to do.

Chapter 24

Alessa

My head is spinning. My ass is sore. My stupid vagina is still begging for more of the sex I had with my girlfriend in thebathroom.

She left me in there after freshening up, and I quickly locked the door behind her. Yet no matter how fast, how thoroughly I collected myself, I can still feel her all over me as I move through the lounge.

Julianna is talking with Ms. Moreau. She told me to go to the bar and get a drink on her tab. I can’t decide between a Coke to help sober me up or a hard shot of vodka to settle my nerves again. I order a small beer to balance the two. Maybe if I sit down, I’ll stop feeling like a slut advertising the fact my hot girlfriend fucked me in a public restroom.

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