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Just then, Patrick strolls into the still open office door. I still her head and she freezes. I hope whatever the fuck he’s telling me isn’t important, because I sure as hell am not paying attention. He prattles on, and Roxanne starts sucking, running her tongue in laps around the sensitive bottom of my cock. She reaches up and starts to massage my balls.
“Uh, you alright, boss?” Patrick has a confused look on his face. I can only imagine what my expression is right now.
“Fine. Thanks for the update. That will be all.”
Patrick raises an eyebrow at my brusque dismissal. He disappears and I hear the distant sound of the front door opening and closing, I push back from the desk, fisting my hand in her hair and dragging her out with me.
With my mouth next to her ear, I growl, “Were you trying to suck me off with my second in command in the room?”
She smiles. “Mmmmhmmmm. Yes. That would be correct.” She stands on her tiptoes and leans forward to whisper, “What are you going to do about it?” Her eyes sparkle.
My hand still in her hair, I twist it tighter and pull her lips to mine. It’s a raw, possessive kiss that she returns in full. She moans into my mouth, pressing her firm tits against my chest. Her breathing is ragged, her cheeks are flushed.
I run my fingers over her plump and swollen lips, down her throat and rest them against the artery in her neck. Her pulse is frantic. I whisper into her ear, “Haven’t we already discussed what happens to bad girls in my home?”
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Rocky
Oh. My. God.He leans in to whisper in my ear, his warm breath across my skin giving me goosebumps. My nipples are already hard and aching, I can feel my arousal turning my panties wet and slick.
He starts to clear off the top of his desk. Without looking up, he orders, “Take off your clothes.”
I slowly start to strip, dropping each article of clothing into a small pile in front of me.
Finished with the desk, Sean locks his eyes with mine. “Now get on your knees.”
I do, and start to reach for his zipper.
He stops me, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “Close the door.”
I start to get up.
“No,” he tells me, “you’re going to crawl on your hands and knees to close that door.” He steps to the side and points toward the door.
Good god. Something is seriously wrong with me, because being ordered to crawl naked across the room to close the door is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
“I can see your wet cunt from over here, little one,” he calls to me. I’m pretty sure the blush I’m feeling goes from my cheeks clear down to my toes. I finally reach the door, close and lock it, and turn around.
Sean stands in front of his desk, his dark blue eyes locked on me. Unhurriedly, he shrugs out of his suit jacket, draping it over the back of his chair. Still watching me, he neatly rolls the sleeves of his shirt up his tanned, muscled forearms. He slowly removes his belt, sliding it ominously from each loop. He drops it on the desk, the buckle making a loud thump on the polished surface.
“Were you a bad girl, Roxanne?” He crosses his arms over his chest, resting almost casually against the desk.
I nod my head.
“Say it,” he commands.
“Yes.”
He raises a questioning eyebrow.
“Yes… sir?”
Sean smiles. “Good girl.”
I feel the adrenaline coursing through my system, excitement and a twinge of fear making my hands shake and heart race.
“What happens to bad girls in my home, Roxanne?”
