Tilting my chin up, I spoke in as cold a voice as I could muster. “Yes, Mr. Maslow. Right away.”
I moved around his desk and made my way to the door, keeping my eyes focused straight ahead and forcing myself to walk normal, despite the throbbing in my ass. Anger and embarrassment warred for dominance within me. I’d come in this morning so eager to please him because I thought he was as interested in me as I was of him.
You’re an idiot, Winter. A guy like that is only interested in one thing, and you just let him have it for free after you swore up and down this would never happen.
Opening the office door, I stepped out into the hall and let it slam shut behind me. With a sigh, I pressed my back against it, wincing when I accidentally put pressure on my ass.
Damn him. Damn him, damn him, damn him.
I was a dumbass, and he was an asshole. That fact didn’t make me any less attracted to him, unfortunately. I pressed my thighs together when I replayed my punishment again in my head. Despite my physical discomfort, I’d ended up enjoying the spanking. Hell, I’d loved it. Remembering his big, warm hands caressing me at the end made my breath catch in my throat. Fuck, I wanted to do it again, but I didn’t want to want it.
I wanted to storm out of this building and never look back.
No, I wanted to march back into his office and demand he finish what he’d started.
And I wanted to kneel at his feet and beg for his cock.
I squeezed my eyes shut, shame pummeling me at that last thought. Honestly, the only thing I knew for sure was that I wasn’t leaving. Not yet. Mr. Maslow had sparked something in me that I hadn’t known was there, and I wasn’t willing to walk away from the chance to explore it.
Maybe he was right. Maybe I was a bad girl after all.
Bad girls pull pranks. Bad girls get even. Bad girls don’t let boys ignore them.
With a smirk, I made my way to my desk, my spirits a little higher than they’d been a moment ago.
Dmitry Maslow thought I was a bad girl he could punish.
I’d show him just how bad I could be so that he’d have no other choice but make me good.
7
Dmitry
The next morning, I stared at my reflection in the mirror of my private bathroom.
What the fuck am I? A fucking teenager who can’t control his dick?
Almost the moment Ms. Rivers had stepped out of my office yesterday in an obvious huff, I’d stormed into my bathroom through the hidden door in my office to jerk off. I hadn’t been able to help myself. I’d been so goddamn hard that it had been painful. The way Ms. Rivers had responded to her spanking had nearly driven me out of my mind. She’d arched her back like a cat in heat, and I’d felt how wet and hot she was against me leg. She had loved my hands on her, punishing her, making her squirm as I turned her ass red.
My own reaction to her stunned the hell out of me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so close to losing control of myself. If things hadn’t ended when they did—if I hadn’t dismissed her …
I’d have bent her over my desk and fucked her like I knew we both wanted me to. That wasn’t the plan though. That wasn’t the game. I was supposed to drive her crazy with need. Push her to the brink of madness so that she surrendered everything to me to appease her lust. Instead, I’d found myself grasping to keep hold of the reins.
I ran a hand through my hair and scowled, furious with myself for still being so affected by her nearly twenty-four hours later.
Get your shit together.
The meeting this morning that she was doing last minute preparations for was too important for me to be distracted.
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and willed thoughts of Ms. Rivers and her sweet, curvy body from my mind. I promised myself I’d play with her afterwards. She’d be my reward for landing this job.
I opened my eyes again, feeling calmer. Checking my watch, I saw that it was twenty-till nine. Ms. Rivers had had plenty of time to finish setting up the conference room since she’d had all day yesterday as well. I needed to check that she’d done everything correctly before the client arrived.
There could be no slip-ups today.
Striding from the bathroom, I crossed the length of my office and stepped out in the hall. I paused at Ms. Rivers’ desk to glance at the items on top. With a frown, I realized she had no personal items on it to speak of. Hedging her bets, perhaps? Shaking my head, I continued to the conference room.
When I reached the door, I paused to affirm I had absolute control of myself.