“Is my Mother here?” I asked. She’d called me last night, just to make sure I was happy with my apartment and I was pretty sure she was on the verge of asking me to live with her, but to her credit, she didn’t. I didn’t want to fight with her, but I was glad I had my own place, I was grateful to Bear for setting it up.
I needed privacy, but I mostly needed time alone with my thoughts.
“She’s not. She was here earlier, but she went to meet with our board of directors across town. She’s wonderful, isn’t she? She insisted on hitting the ground running.”
I nodded and stared across the desk at him. He looked different here. More professional, a little more stressed.
His usually relaxed shoulders were drawn up, his forehead was wrinkled in concentration. And yet, somehow, he still exuded the utmost confidence. All of this only added to his handsomeness, of course. He was a man of many layers, this much was obvious. I found myself wanting to peel back every single one of them and inspect them, explore them, taste them.
“I have something for you,” he said, pushing a small white box with a red bow across the desk towards me.
“Oh, you didn’t have to —,” I began.
“—Open it.”
“Okay,” I murmured, taking it from the desk and slowly untying the red satin bow. I pulled the lid off and pulled the tissue paper back. My eyes squinted in confusion as I reached in and pulled out the object. It was a small black rubber object, tapered at one end and adorned with a shiny, pink costume jewel on the other end.
“What is it?” I asked, turning it over in my hand.
“You don’t know?” he asked, his voice full of amusement.
“No,” I shook my head, turning it around and inspecting it from a different angle.
“Oh, Chloe,” he laughed. “We are going to have so much fun together.”
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“Darling, it’s for that perfect, sweet ass of yours. It’s a bedazzled butt plug!”
“Oh!” I said, dropping it back in the box as if it were on fire.
His laughter echoed off the walls and I blushed furiously.
“Don’t be embarrassed, beautiful. You’re going to become very well acquainted with that.”
“I don’t think…” I began, but my voice trailed off as my eyes crashed with his.
“What’s your safe word?”
“What?” I replied. “Peaches.”
“Good, don’t forget that,” he said, standing up and walking over to me. I stared up at him, waiting for some sort of explanation. “Remember, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“Okay,” I replied, my voice soft and shy.
“Stand up,” he whispered, taking the box from me and placing it back on his desk. I stood up, smoothing my skirt over my thighs.
“Come over here,” he said, walking back behind his desk and sitting down. I followed him and stood next to him. He pushed his seat back and pointed to the space under his desk.
“Get under there,” he said.
“What?” I asked, my voice lifting three octaves.
“On your knees, Chloe,” he replied.
I stood there, looking down at him, my eyes blinking in confusion as I shook my head.
“I don’t understand,” I said.
“Now!” he barked. I jumped in surprise, but without further questioning, sure enough, my knees buckled and I sank to my knees in front of him.
“Good girl,” he said, reaching over and caressing my cheek.
I tried to smile up at him, but it was more of a quiver of my lips. My nipples hardened and my body began shuddering as he pointed to the space under his desk again.
“Crawl under there,” he said. I put my hands on the ground, crawling on all fours into the space under his desk.
“That’s it,” he said, pushing his chair back up to his desk until I was stuffed into the tiny space and staring at his expensively covered knees and crotch.
“Can you hear me?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Perfect. Now take out my cock,” he said.
My mouth opened in shock. I hesitated briefly as I looked at the bulge between his legs and then, as if my hands had a mind of their own, I reached up, unbuttoning his belt and his slacks and slowly unzipping them.
Pushing the fabric of his slacks to the side, I reached into his silk boxers, pulling out his huge, throbbing cock. It felt like velvet in my hands and I stroked it slowly, watching in awe as it kept growing harder and longer before my eyes.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “Now, wrap your lips around it, Chloe. And don’t stop until I tell you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Bear,” I whispered.
“Good, good,” he said, as I brought my lips forward, sliding them down his shaft. His moans seemed to wash over me, leaving me wet and hungry. His cock filled my mouth deliciously and I felt everything else disappear, once again, as I lost myself in the sensation of his fullness.
Until he picked up the phone and then I came crashing right back down to Earth.
“Sarah, can you come in here, please?”
“Be right there, Mr. Dalton,” I heard the receptionist say.
I froze, my hands and mouth frozen in motion and shock.
“Did I tell you to stop, Chloe?” he said, his voice a low growl.
A deep hot flush rushing to my cheeks as I slid my lips back over his hardness. I heard the door open and footsteps come closer as I kept bobbing my head up and down on his massive, throbbing cock.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Dalton?” Sarah asked.
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sp; Did she even wonder where I was? Could she see me? Did she know I was under the desk with Bear’s cock stuffed in my mouth?
He reached under the desk, his hands finding my head as he tangled his fingers in my hair and pushed my head down gently. I gulped hard, fighting to breathe without making any noise.
“I need to reschedule my meeting with Anderson this afternoon,” he said. “Make it for next Tuesday.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied. “Anything else?”
“Yes, make dinner reservations for two at the 21 Club for tonight.”
“Certainly, sir,” she said. “Will that be all?”
“For now,” he replied, his hands pushing my mouth down even more around the base of his cock. I struggled to stay silent, willing myself to breathe as his cock slid in and out of my mouth, my tongue twirling around it.
Finally, Sarah’s footsteps faded away and I heard the door click closed. Bear groaned and slid his chair back, pulling his cock away as he did.
I stayed under his desk, staring up at him in shock.
“That was a test, Chloe,” he said, smiling down at me. “Come out of there. You did great.”
“Th-thank you,” I replied, unsure if that was even how I should respond. This man had taken everything I knew to be true and turned it upside down. I crawled out and he reached out a hand to help me to my feet until I was standing face to face with him.
His lips crashed onto mine, his hands sinking back into my hair, pulling my head back as he claimed my mouth. His kiss was hard and urgent and fast. Within seconds, he was turning me around towards his desk and pushing me forward over it. He reached down, lifting my skirt over my hips and moaning.
“Good girl,” he said, his hand landing a hard, stinging blow on my ass cheek. “No panties. If you’re always this good at following instructions, you and I are going to get along famously.”
I jumped as he hit me again, his wide, hot palm landing blow after blow on my flesh as I whimpered at his assault. My ass was burning and it hurt — a lot — but with each new blow, shockwaves of pleasure shot through my body until I was wiggling my ass in front of him, each blow promising a new wave of welcome pleasure. I’d never been spanked before, not like this, not with such force or with such urgency.