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I spread my legs and tugged my dress up around my waist. I looked up at him. His eyes had darkened. His boxers were still on, but I had a feeling they’d be coming off soon. My panties were wet. I could feel how wet they were, and I knew exactly why.
Watching him was like a drug. It was like an addiction. I didn’t want to stop. I might believe I could stop at any time, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to keep going. I wanted him to touch himself until he was about to come, and then I wanted him to push me over his desk and fuck me hard from behind. I wanted to feel his cock sliding into me.
I wanted to come for him while he fucked me hard.
“You’re wearing panties today,” he clicked his tongue. “Naughty girl.”
“You didn’t say not to,” I pointed out.
“I think you know the rules well enough by now,” he told me.
“And I think you made a promise,” I said, looking pointedly at his cock. He was still palming it, rubbing his dick over the boxers.
“Tell me what you want, Miss Key. Be polite.”
Polite.
I could do that.
I could be a nice girl for him. Oh, that hadn’t been an original part of the bargain. The deal had been that I tell him why he spanked me and then he showed me his penis. That was fine, though. He was changing the rules again, and I was too horny to care. Maybe that was what Locke was all about. Maybe that was why he had so much damn power.
He could get you into a position where you just didn’t want to say no.
Where you couldn’t say no.
; He’d get you into a place where you needed him, and where you’d be begging him.
I was in that place.
“Please,” I whispered. “Mr. Locke, show me your cock.”
For just a moment, I thought he was going to refuse me, and I knew in that moment that if he did, I would get up and leave the office. I was so horny that I worried I was going to ruin his carpet with my wetness. I was more turned on than I’d ever been. My pussy was aching with need, with desire.
But he made good on his promise.
He shoved the boxers down, and there it was. His underwear slid to the floor, but I wasn’t paying attention to it. I was looking at his cock, and I was looking at his hand on his cock. He was stroking himself now, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
I thought Nathan Locke looked good while he was in a suit, but somehow, he looked even better naked. He was damn sexy to look at, and I didn’t think I could hold back anymore.
I didn’t ask permission.
I forgot all of my manners.
I didn’t tell him what I wanted to do.
I just crawled over to him and knelt at his feet, and I looked up at him. He watched me, carefully, but he didn’t say anything, either. I leaned out and started licking his balls while he stroked himself. He groaned, and I knew that it felt good. I knew that it was what he wanted.
He tasted good, too: like naughtiness and all things forbidden. I sucked on one ball, and then the other, and then I licked him gently while he stroked himself.
“Paige,” he murmured.
“You like this,” I said. I didn’t stop. I kept going. That was what I wanted: what I needed. My body had stopped thinking, finally, and I just acting on pure instinct. It felt good. It felt like the right thing to do.
“You’re going to make me come if you don’t stop,” he warned me. “You look so fucking sexy licking me.”
It was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me, and a pang of sadness mixed in with the arousal, just for a moment. Then it was gone, and I was back to feeling like a little minx, and I looked up at him once more.
