Rounding my desk, he pulls me up from my chair. He is so big—at six four combined with his muscular build, I feel tiny against him. “We’ll see. It’s time for us to set terms.” Oh my. His eyes darken with intent. I’m fighting for air. Then he shocks me as he slowly wipes my tears away with the tissues I keep at the edge of my desk. I still at his gentle touch; I have no idea why I fight back new tears. He looks over at the seating area in the corner of my office, then shakes his head. With a small push my chair is moved out of his way. “Hands flat on the desk, your ass up in the air.”
I jump at the harsh command, at the d
isappearance of his slow drawl, how he went from sweet to hard in seconds. Without thinking I do as he says. “I—”
“Not another word.” I tremble as he stands behind me. I never even feel it happen, one moment I’m bent over my desk gasping in need, the next air hits my ass as I realize I’m naked. Chris has pulled down my pants and panties in one move. “Before we continue, you need to pay for the hell you put us both through. You’ll take your spanking, the five you got up to and another five for lying to me and yourself, then the slate is clean. If you want a spanking in the future, you’ll ask for it and I’ll give you what you need. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I gasp as a large, hot hand squeezes my trembling flesh.
“Hmm...I don’t think your ass is presented to me well enough. All the way down across your desk.” I move instantly, wanting to please him. “Much better.” His hand moves to the other round cheek, and he caresses me slowly up then down. “Ten, sugar, count them off.”
I wait, my body tense, only his hand is still caressing me. Then slowly his hand goes lower and lower, and oh god, I squirm as his fingers run over my sex slick with my excitement. Embarrassment sends my head down to the wood of my desk, yet I can’t stop my body from pressing against his fingers, desperately wanting him to do more than run his hands over me. His other hand comes down to the small of my back, pressing me down. A moan comes out of me when his hand slides back up my ass. When the smack comes, I’m shocked by the pain as the sound of his hand meeting my flesh explodes in the room.
“Count it off.” His voice is the texture of gravel.
“One.” I moan. The word is barely out before he sends a smack to my other cheek. Oh god, it sends a vibration to the core of me, causing me to clench deep inside at the emptiness. “Two.” Another smack; my nipples are so tight they hurt, and I rub them against the desk. “Three.” Another smack; my ass is on fire. “Four.” Pain flares hot and bright. “Five.” My body tightens again with the rhythm of his smack. “Six.” It’s too much. “Seven.” I want to beg him to stop. “Eight.” More, the scream is internal from the hot, wet, tight place even as it tightens again and again. “Nine.” I’m coming, no. “Ten.” Again and again my body clenches as I come in a rush of hot sticky need.
I’m floating in a gentle wave. Chris’s hands are running over my bare ass, both of them gently molding, shaping, caressing the flesh. I don’t know what to say; I open my mouth but only a sigh comes out. One large hand goes back to the base of my spine, the other down to where I’m indecently leaking. This time two thick, long fingers slide inside me, only his hand at my back keeps me from pushing against his fingers. “And that, my dear Amelia, is what can happen when you’re honest with yourself about your desires. My, my, my what a pretty picture you are, all flushed from your orgasm. Your pussy swollen, dripping with the essence of you. You look good enough to eat.”
My breath hitches, his name a whisper on my lips. “Chris.”
“I know, sugar, I know. I will, but not tonight. Tonight, we set terms.” The fingers inside me move and oh, oh they find that spot, the one I didn’t even know was there. The spot that is everything ever promised and more. I’ll love Holly forever for the vibrators she sent me. I’m working to ride his fingers because after two swipes they’ve stopped moving. “I’ll tell you right now, the terms aren’t up for debate.
“Your body is mine, all mine, every single inch of you. From your pussy, to this insanely luscious ass I’ll be fucking soon.” He laughs at my gasp, or is it the way my body clenches around his fingers in anticipation? “I love it. I’m guessing this was your body’s response to the threat of a spanking, look how much you liked that. I’ll be deep inside your ass almost as often as I’ll be in your pussy and you’ll love it, you’ll beg for it like you will the next spanking. Your smart little mouth will learn my cock. All of you belongs to me.” The fingers move again, yes, yes, then they stop. “Say it.”
“Yes, please. All of me belongs to you. I’m yours.” I’m rewarded by the fingers moving again. Yes. I groan when they stop.
“No, we aren’t done yet. No more lies, to me or yourself. No trying, no matter what, I don’t give a fuck if you think I’ll like it or not. Lie to me again, expect to face consequences I guarantee you won’t come from.”
I swallow. “No more lies. I promise.”
“Hmm...I didn’t like the pause there. Make me believe it.”
“I swear, no lies. I promise. I’ll never lie to you again.” If he doesn’t ask, then it isn’t a lie.
His fingers move, yes, yes, please. No, I want to scream when they stop. I’m so damn close. “Your time is mine, too. We’ve got about six weeks before I have to head down for spring training. I’ll try to be understanding, but no more of this eight until eight at night bullshit. My place by six thirty, not a minute later.”
“Yes, okay.” I agree even as I fight the stupid tears that appear out of nowhere at his mention of our limited time together.
“What a good girl you are. Would you like to come now, sugar?”
“Please, Chris, please let me come.”
“Since you ask so sweetly.” His fingers move, lightly then more firmly, more please, more. Yes, yes, please, right there. My body bursts apart, spinning me out into nothing.
Vaguely, I’m aware of Chris sliding up my pants and panties before picking me up. Smiling down at me as he carries me to the seating area in the corner of my office. I have a tufted-back rolled-arm sofa in red with matching chairs, custom made from the Pottery Barn. They don’t look comfortable, but I’ve spent the night on them and curled up to read often over the last year. Chris sits, tucking me into his lap. I still can’t look at him. He takes my right hand in his then brings it to his lips, pressing his lips to my fingertips.
I tilt my head, and air comes out of me in a rush. He is so beautiful; sky blue glows down at me. “Thank you.” An eyebrow lifts. “For pushing me to be honest, for not accepting anything less. I’m sorry for being such a wimp. It has been a really long time since I had to work hard for something, and I caved at the first hurdle. Thank you for forgiving me.”
With a shake of his head, a hand slides up my back then around the back of my neck, drawing me up to him. My eyes are wide, unwilling to miss out on the moment. Soft, so soft, yet hot, so utterly hot I gasp at the heat, his full lips brush against mine. He’s teasing me until I open; his tongue slides along my bottom lip before gliding into my mouth. This isn’t the invasion I expected. There is no demand, yet I surrender everything to him. Deeper, until he’s touched my soul, claimed it. All of me is his.
The world blurs until there is only Chris, there is only this moment. I’m not aware of when the kiss ends, our lips are still pressed together as his forehead rests against mine. His air is mine, I breathe him in, all my senses are full with the scent, the taste, the feel of him. Blue, so deep, swirling, glowing. “When is Ethan due back?”
“As of ten this morning, one hundred and eleven hours.”
Chris throws back his head and laughs. The husky sound fills me with a warm mellow heat. “Ah, sugar, I’ve missed you.”
“Really? Even though I’m a pain in the ass.” I know my face is cracking from my smile, but I can’t help it. Chris missed me. I thought I was being a baby for missing him.