Page 49 of Vanilla and Vice

She was so defiant.

In need of a good spanking.

And it was a major fucking turn-on.

Deciding against staying and watching my angel flirt with the men, I left and went to my office.

I pored over contracts and business, keeping myself too busy to think about everything going on in the bar and what Eden was getting herself into.

Two hours later, I decided I needed a drink. I had a stocked bar in my office, but that didn’t stop me from calling the bar and ordering something.

“Have Eden bring it over for me,” I requested once I put in the order.

“Yes, sir, she’ll bring it right over,” Jena, the bartender working, answered.

Ten minutes later, a soft knock sounded on my office door.

“Come in,” I called out, excited to see how well she was handling my new rules.

She would crumple soon.

She had to give in.

Otherwise, I knew I would.

“Jena asked that I bring you this,” she said as she stepped into my office and held up a tray holding a single drink.

I waved her in, and she started across the room toward my desk.

I devoured her in her new uniform. The pale skin peeking through the sheerness of her top was making me squirm in my seat, and I had to keep from adjusting myself.

“Just set it on the desk,” I said, motioning to the spot on my desk where I wanted it.

She moved closer, but just as she was about to set the tray down on my desk, she tripped, and the tray tumbled into the air. The drink I ordered rolled off, landing in my lap and soaking my crotch.

“Oh, my god! I’m so sorry. Here,” she said, snatching a dry towel from her back pocket. “Let me get that.”

She then began drying the crotch of my pants, which did nothing but send a shock of pleasure through my body. My cock hardened, bursting at the seams and throbbing in pain.

I hadn’t had relief in months. I hadn’t so much as touched my penis, but having her frantically scrub at my crotch with a towel as she tried to dry the liquor she had spilled in my lap was all it took.

“Please don’t fire me. I need this job. I’m just having a bad day or something and …”

“It’s fine,” I said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

I wasn’t normal.

The fact was, I was so turned on. My hips arched to thrust into her touch. I wanted her to suck me. I wanted her to climb into my lap and let me inside her virginal slit.

Fuck.

I wanted.

Period.

I tried to stop her, gripping her wrist without hurting her, but she continued, not even hearing my strangled demand to stop.

And then something happened.

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