Page 3 of Falling for Them
My face feels hot at the very idea.I’ve never been spanked before.Who knows if I would even like it?But I sure as hell like thinking about it.I wonder if Joel would ever try it…
And with that, my pleasure diminishes, because I am pretty sure the answer would be no.
So I can’t think of that, not if I want to get off.My imagination takes me back to the fantasy interlude with Mr.Tyler, and how it could be him in here, taking what he wants from me and giving it back tenfold.
Yes.It would be so fucking good.
Just as I’m about to reach my climax, Joel comes without warning.
I swallow him down and sigh, tugging my hand out of my panties.
“You’re a great girlfriend.Thanks, babe,” he says, petting the side of my head.
Like I’m a fucking dog.
This has to end soon.I wonder if I’ll lose my job when I tell him it’s over?He might complain about me to my boss, Melinda, at Maids in Heaven.Melinda won’t appreciate the trouble.She’s usually understanding, but she might just fire me rather than deal with whatever problems Joel could create for her.And I can’t afford to lose even a day’s pay—my shitty apartment doesn’t pay its own rent.And the cockroaches aren’t paying their share, either.
Joel winks before patting his zipper and leaving the cleaning closet—and leaving me behind, sitting in the darkness.
I’m frustrated, my body craving a release it won’t get.Sure, I could finish myself off here, but the appeal is gone.Orgasming with a partner in a dark closet is hot.Orgasming alone in a dark closet is creepy.
I can’t keep doing this with Joel.This isn’t healthy, is it?I wish I had a girlfriend to talk things over with.But right now, Joel’s my only friend.
I’m left hollow at the thought that things have to end with him.Tears gather in my eyes, but I impatiently wipe them away.There’s no time for this.I have a job to do…for as long as I have a job, anyway.
As I’m straightening my clothes and standing up, the cleaning closet door opens.Maybe Joel dropped his wallet or something.
“Joel,” I say while I look toward the door.
The fluorescent lights blaze on, and I gasp.
I’m not looking at Joel.
I’m looking at his father.
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Ella
I’ve just finished giving head to Joel Tyler in a cleaning supply closet while fantasizing about his dad.
And now his dad is here.
Fluorescent lights usually wash out a person’s appearance, but they do nothing to diminish Mr.Tyler’s hulking form or his deep, blue-gray scowl.
In short, he’s sexy as fuck.
He’s wearing that severe frown of his that both scares and excites me.I’m ready to forget what little propriety I can claim after blowing his son in the supply closet and drop to my knees again.
His gaze quickly scans my body, lingering at said knees.I look down and notice they’re red from kneeling on the linoleum floor.Shit.
“Just, um, looking for a spare vacuum part,” I say, gesturing uselessly at the low shelves in front of me.
“Are you all right?”he asks, his voice a rumble, those piercing eyes darkening like a storm is coming.
“I’m good,” I say.
“You’ve been crying.”
