“Since when did you ask? I thought you were more of the dom kind of guy.”
He chuckled. “You like that about me, don’t you?”
“I stayed the whole weekend, didn’t I?”
He pressed his hips into mine. “I can’t wait to flog that perfect ass of yours. To see it nice and rosy after I’m done.”
“Yes, please.”
“Yes, please, what?” he asked.
“Yes, please, sir.”
“Much better. Show me your bedroom.”
He followed behind me as I led the way. When we walked through the door, he said, “Strip.” I obeyed. “Are you getting wet yet?”
“Yes, sir.” I glanced down to see the outline of his erection through his jeans, long, thick, and hard. I reached for it, but his voice stopped me.
“You only get to touch me when I say it’s okay.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Show me how wet you are.”
I dipped a finger between my thighs and showed him what was on it. He spun me around and said, “Now suck that finger.” When I stuck it in my mouth, he pinched one of my nipples, harder than it had ever been pinched, but didn’t release it. I wanted to squeal but didn’t. “What’s your safe word?”
“Tom.”
“Good girl.”
Then he probed my pussy with his fingers, playing with my clit mercilessly until I begged for release. Only at the point of orgasm, he’d stop. During this entire episode, he still had my nipple in a vise. By this time the pain had stopped, replaced by numbness.
He started on my clit again and again, until finally he allowed me to orgasm. But when he did, he released his hold on my nipple and covered my mouth as I screamed my release. My nipple fired with a million electrical sensations that seemingly were connected to my clit and my blood sang with my release. I went limp in his arms as I sagged after my climax.
“Don’t even think I’m done with you yet.”
I couldn’t speak as he positioned me on the bed and I heard the sound of his zipper being tugged down. It sent shivers racing down my spine. His foot spread my legs apart as he opened me wide. Then his hands did the same with my cheeks. I felt his fingers spreading my juices around as one finger nudged inside of my puckered hole. I squirmed until he said, “Don’t forget your safe word if you want to use it.”
“Yes, sir.”
The first crack of his palm sent my back arching and one leg lifting.
“Stay still.” He rubbed the cheek he’d hit. Then he smacked the other one, but I was ready. Right after the next one, his finger took the plunge, followed by his dick. He held my hips tightly to the bed as he thrust over and over like an animal. It was rough and raw, but I craved it. I’d never had such amazing sex until Ryan, and I wanted it like this from now on.
My pelvis rubbed the bed at the perfect angle. I wanted to say, “More, more.” But I knew better. I’d learned over the weekend if I asked for anything, he’d stop and deny me. I was so close, my orgasm bearing down on me. My nipples scraped across the sheets and I nearly screamed, but I held it back. My inner muscles convulsed, gripping and clenching his cock so tight, he cried out, “Yes, that’s right, Chloe.”
My fingers dug into the mattress as I came. I didn’t want this orgasm to end, but it did.
Ryan pulled out, smearing his cum over my pussy. “I love to see you dripping with me.” He rolled me over and kissed me. “We’ll not be able to do this at work.”
“Really? I had no idea,” I said, laughing. “I had this impression that we would be fucking all day long.”
“Just the thought makes me harder. You bent over my desk, and me using a ruler on that ass of yours. We might have to make that one exception.”
Hmm… maybe we might.
Monday morning, when I went into work, I marched to my desk with a good-sized box and packed up all my belongings. Then I went to my boss’ office. He was in there with a scowl on his face. It made me happy to know I was only going to add to that scowl.
I knocked on the door and he looked up.
“What is it, Chloe?”
“I just wanted to let you know that I tendered my resignation today. You should have it in your email inbox.”
“Your resignation?”
“Yep,” I said, unable to contain a smile.
“What do you mean?”
“It means I resign.”
“But why?”
“Because you put absurd requirements on your employees. Like what you asked me to do last Friday was ridiculous. No other employer that I am aware of would do that. You have overworked me and underpaid me for the last time. Thus, I quit, effective immediately. Have a nice day.” I left the word asshole off. As I turned to leave, he tried to stop me, but I kept walking. There was a great sense of empowerment knowing I had thrown his crummy job in his face. I couldn’t ever remember smiling so much as when I left this building.