“Mr. Royce, wait.” I gasp at the illicit thrill I feel as he cups my pussy. “You didn’t say anything about—”
“On the desk,” he snaps.
I hop up on his desk. He pushes my skirt up and then spreads my knees. The look he gives my pussy takes my breath away.
“It kills me to think you’ve been wasting this gorgeous pussy on some inexperienced fuckboy.”
“But...I haven’t.”
He runs two fingers along my slit. “You’re telling me you’re still a virgin?”
I nod.
Mr. Royce licks his lips. “Well then. It’s time you let a man show you how it’s done.”
Tendrils of pleasure weave their way from my groin throughout the rest of my body. Mr. Royce spreads my lips, then teases my clit with his center finger. I gasp as he slips his finger inside me, then moan as he fucks me with it. Slowly. The look on his face makes my nipples harden.
I can’t not touch them.
My boss eases me back onto the desk with a hand at my throat, then bends to kiss my breast. He licks my nipples, sucks them, bites them gently. My breasts aren’t big, but they’re round and firm and Mr. Royce seems to like the fact that he can fit them in his mouth. He kisses a trail down my stomach, pausing to nip the places where my hip bones jut.
My pussy flutters in anticipation of what his tongue will feel like when he reaches my clit.
Kevin has only ever gone down on me once when he was drunk, and he wasn't very good at it. Mr. Royce is very good at it. Within seconds, I'm writhing like a water snake. He pins my hips to the desk, his gaze dark and foreboding.
"Knock over my files and I'll spank your ass until it's as pink as your pussy."
Excitement trills through me. No one, not even my stepdad, has ever spanked me. Not even when I was a little girl.
Mr. Royce fucks me with his fingers, smoothing his tongue over my clit again and again. I know it’s inappropriate, what we’re doing, but it feels too good to stop. Thinking about my boss’s hand on my ass, coming down hard, teaching me a lesson, makes me ache for a time when I was a daddy’s girl. I want to know what it feels like to lay across my a big man’s lap and take his punishments.
I want Mr. Royce to show me who's boss, here and now.
I rest my hand on the McKenzie file. My clit throbs, my pussy clenching around his finger. As soon as my orgasm hits me, I arch my back and push the folder off the desk. Papers scatter across the floor. I moan.
Mr. Royce looks up from between my legs. "Now, you're gonna get it."
He flips me over so that I'm bent over the desk with my ass in the air and my feet barely touching the floor. His hand comes down hard on my right ass cheek. It hurts a lot more than I bargained for.
“Act like a brat and expect to be punished like a brat.”
His hand is so big. Big enough to cover my whole ass cheek. Each time he spanks me, he follows up with a firm grab, pressing the burning heat into my flesh. I wriggle against the desk. As much as it hurts, it feels amazing when he glides his fingertips over my cheeks—better than it would have if he hadn't spanked me first. It’s the pain that makes the pleasure feel like heaven in comparison. Just like my stepdad’s punishments—groundings, menial tasks, bed without supper—exist in order to teach me how to be a better daughter, Mr. Royce’s spanking is firm because he wants me to be a better employee.
He spanks me five more times on the right and six on the left. My ass burns like two round embers. He skates his fingers across my flesh, making my whole body tingle. He dips between my legs to feel how slick I am, and has no trouble fitting three fingers inside me.
"I was going to come in your mouth,” he says, “but this pussy's too juicy to pass up."
I gasp. My boss wants to fuck me. As horny as I am, I can’t ignore the twinge of panic I feel at the thought of him coming inside me. It would be hot, sure, but I’m in college. What if I got pregnant? Not to mention the fact that I could never look at him the same way again, let alone sit across from him at the dinner table making small talk with my parents. It would change everything.
“Mr. Royce, we can’t.”
He shushes me gently, smoothing a hand down my back.
“I’m the boss, sweetheart.” He rubs my lips with the head of his cock. “This is all part of the job.”
I moan as he thrusts into my pussy, burying himself in my heat. My heart pounds wildly. He's done it. He's put his dick inside me. And I can't believe how good it feels, so big and hard and dirty. He draws back and then fills me again with a low groan.
"Fuck, your little virgin pussy’s tight,” he growls.