Page 66 of In His Office

“I know you did. What did I tell you would happen if you disobeyed me?”

I looked up into his eyes, my breath catching in the back of my throat. I knew what he’d threatened, but I didn’t want to say it out loud. His eyebrows rose expectantly, and I stepped from one foot to the other, nervously trying to delay the inevitable by not saying anything at all. But when he cleared his throat, I knew I’d run out of time.

“That you’d take off your belt,” I breathed, my voice trembling nervously.

“Exactly. Get in my office, naughty girl,” he growled.

Knowing he was more than serious, I stepped forward, and he guided me out of the bathroom and into his office.

“I told you to go home,” he reminded me, his voice firm, as he took my upper arm into his grasp. I gasped, not from pain, but from his rough handling as he directed me towards the desk.

“I’m sorry,” I answered, my voice soft.

“Clearly you need some reminding about the importance of obedience,” he said, his voice a gentle purr that did little to reveal the trouble I was in.

“I thought I was helping,” I tried, unable to hide that fact that I was proud of myself for trying.

“I know you did,” he said gruffly, “Honestly, I’m a little impressed, but that still doesn’t change the fact that you disobeyed me and put yourself at risk, so I’m going to deal with you in exactly the way you need to be dealt with.”

I shivered at the dark intent in his voice. I couldn’t help it as my inner walls fluttered with desire at his threat, even as fear rumbled deep in the marrow of my bones.

“If you’re impressed, then maybe you shouldn’t use your belt,” I said hopefully.

“You can keep trying, but there’s no way you’re leaving this room without that gorgeous ass bright red and well-marked,” he warned, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of butterflies in my belly at his tone.

He guided me around his desk and positioned me over it, his big body caging me in. His hand landed on my lower back, gently pressing down, and I leaned forward, the cool wooden surface against my cheek.

He didn’t immediately reach for my skirt. Instead, his hands moved to my waist, sliding down the zipper gently, but purposefully. The fabric slid from my hips, falling to the floor. He helped me step out of it, and then I heard him take a step back.

He took his time, admiring my lacey red panties before he reached forward and ran his hands along the waistband that clung to my hips. His fingers teased the delicate material, the tips gliding along the fabric and brushing the top of my ass. He repeated the motion, and I trembled, my thighs instinctively clenching together with need before he finally grasped my panties and slowly pulled them down.

The silky material fell to the floor, baring me completely. His fingers glided over the skin of my bottom and down my thighs, and the fiery tingle of his touch rushed straight to my core.

“Open your legs for me,” he instructed.

I did as he commanded without hesitation, not wanting to dig my grave even deeper, and then I felt his fingers brush between my thighs. My breath hitched in the back of my throat, and I could hear him chuckling softly behind me.

“Such a needy girl,” he murmured, and I couldn’t argue with him. My pussy was dripping wet, practically begging for him to fill it. There was nothing I could do to hide it either.

“Sir,” I whispered, my embarrassment more than a little apparent by the trembling of my voice.

“I told you to leave this office, and then to go home, and not only did you not do both of those things, you had the nerve to hide in my bathroom and record a private conversation that you were clearly not supposed to be a part of. What do you have to say for yourself, naughty girl?”

“I was just trying to help,” I whispered.

“I’m impressed you’d go to such lengths just to get what you need, my filthy little slut,” he purred.

“What? What do I need?” I asked, my voice skipping a beat when his fingers drifted lightly over my clit, causing me to jump a little off the desk as a spiral of heat surged through my body like a bolt of lightning. I was suddenly breathless, and I had no doubt that was his intention.

“First, you need that gorgeous ass welted from my belt,” he began, and I shivered with heat. He’d threatened it several times since we’d first met. Maybe he was right. Maybe my curiosity had gotten the best of me, and I did need him to follow through on his promise.

But there was more to his threat that he’d left unsaid.

“And?” I braved, and he chuckled lightly.

“And then you’re going to find out what a punishment fucking feels like in that tight virgin asshole,” he threatened.

My eyes opened wide, and I almost bolted away from the desk, but his hand pressed down on my lower back, pinning me in place.

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