“Tell me.”
Emma’s eyelids fluttered as she seemed to be fighting her own battle, the one where she wanted the influence that came with being my wife, the power she displayed last night in the front office, but was still unsure about the rest.
With one finger, I lifted her chin. “Don’t make me wait, Emma. I don’t like waiting.”
“You said my task was to be ready for you no matter what you ask.”
“There’s a word you’re missing.”
“Obey,” she said, her gaze locked on mine.
“Good girl.” I took a step and another, leading her toward the conference table. Each of my steps forward caused her to take one backward. Never did our eyes leave one another’s.
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
“Are you ready? Did you come down here ready to obey?”
Rett
“Your note said we had things to discuss. This” —Emma gestured toward my growing erection— “isn’t talking. I have questions too.”
She was right. It wasn’t.
The mental list of things I wanted to talk about or even her questions paled next to what was now forefront in my mind. I pulled a chair away from the conference table and spun Emma’s shoulders until she was facing the table. “Kick off your shoes, Emma.”
She craned her neck my direction.
My tone changed. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Turning away, she pushed one off one sandal and then the other.
I leaned close to her ear, purposely exhaling on her soft, sensitive skin as I gently kicked her feet farther apart. “Pull up your skirt and then I want you up on your toes, leaning over the table until your perfect ass is at my disposal.”
“Rett—”
“Now isn’t the time to speak or I’ll find something else to occupy those pretty lips.”
From behind her, I pulled down the front of her blouse, exposing her perfect round breasts. Even from my angle, I saw the way her nipples hardened in the cool air. Next, my fingers splayed between her shoulder blades and I pressed her forward until those soft breasts flattened against the hard surface. Before she could say a word, I lifted the back hem of her skirt, pulling it up until her bare ass was before me.
I leaned my weight over Emma, pressing my growing erection against her and covering her to remind her of who was in charge. A tug of the braid caused her chin to rise. I wrapped her long hair around my fist, while also maintaining the pressure between her shoulders. Her whimper confirmed the discomfort of the position. My words came in a menacing whisper. “The next time you’re told to do this, Mrs. Ramses, you won’t hesitate. If you do, instead of fucking this tight pussy...”
I plunged two fingers inside her warm, slick haven, eliciting a whimper.
“...I’ll spank this perfect ass, turning it bright red.” Leaving her pussy unattended, I lightly swatted one side of her ass and then the other, bringing a blush of red to each cheek. My whisper deepened to a growl. “It won’t be like that, Emma. I’ll enjoy watching my handprints rise. When I’m done, sitting won’t be on your agenda.” I brought my hand up higher, poised to demonstrate. “Do you want a sample?”
Her head shook as much as possible between my hold of her braid and her placement on the table.
“Rett, don’t.”
I could barely hear her request between her whisper and my pounding pulse.
A quick unlatching of my belt and unzipping of my pants and my rock-hard cock was free from my boxers. “Reach back and grab your ass on both sides, Mrs. Ramses. Show me my options.”
Beneath my grasp, Emma’s body tensed.
“Please. You don’t mean this.”
She was wrong. Whilethishadn’t been my plan, I did mean it.