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Returning to my office, I prepare for our meeting. The clock on my office wall ticks away the minutes, each one stretching longer than the last as I await Amelia’s return.
When she finally enters, the designs in hand, there’s a deliberate confidence in her stride, a challenge in her eyes that stokes the fire within me.
She places the documents on my desk, her fingers lingering on the paper.
“Found a few errors, as you mentioned,” she starts, her voice steady, but I catch the slightest quiver of excitement that belies her calm exterior. “I’ve made corrections.”
The air between us crackles with tension, the professional veneer we maintain around others stripped away within the confines of my office.
I stand, rounding the desk to stand before her, my presence overbearing, yet she doesn’t flinch. Instead, she meets my gaze squarely, unyielding, a testament to the fire within her.
Without breaking eye contact, I lean in, my voice a low whisper meant only for her ears.
“Errors are unacceptable,” I say, the promise of retribution and pleasure intermingling in those few words. “You must be punished for your misbehavior.”
Amelia’s breath hitches, a subtle acknowledgment of her anticipation. “Must I?” she whispers back.
“Bend over the desk and lift your skirt.”
She swallows hard. “Are you serious? I thought you were just teasing me.”
“You’re now my wife and you will obey your husband. Bend over the desk, and lift your skirt. Now.”
Her eyes widen, her cheeks flushing as the world comes to a standstill. Everything comes down to this one decision. Will she obey?
She turns from me, reaching behind her, sliding her skirt up her thighs as she bends over the desk. Her curvy ass comes into view in a pair of cream lace panties. “Good girl,” I say as she places her hands on the desk. “Don’t move. Don’t make a sound.”
I ease her panties down her thighs, exposing the pale globes of flesh underneath. My cock springs to life as she shuffles nervously in place. I slap my hand down onto her ass, watching as her spine straightens.
She lets out a sharp gasp but no other sound. “Good girl,” I say again, sliding my fingers over the spot where her skin is turning red.
I spank her again, my cock twitching each time my hand lands. I count out six smacks before I stop, fighting the urge to fuck her.
“Do not move,” I say, reaching for her ass. I pull her cheeks apart for a moment, seeing that hidden hole and knowing this is the woman I want to be with for the rest of my life.
I open my drawer and take out a small bottle of lube and a thin black butt plug. She glances at me with a mix of anticipation and nervousness as I prepare it for use. “You know what this is?” I ask.
She nods. “I’ve seen porn.”
“You will wear this for the rest of the day. Help keep you focussed on your work.”
With a firm grip on her hips, I guide the cool metal toward her tight entrance, making sure she’s properly lubricated before easing it all the way in. As she moans softly, I tug it back and forth a little.
“Good girl,” I say, sliding her panties back up.
“Back to work,” I add, the professional mask slipping back into place as if the interlude had never occurred.
She pushes her skirt back into place, staring at me with bewildered eyes. She looks like she might say something but then she simply turns and walks away.
* * *
The glow of the evening softens the light in the showroom.
“How do you feel about today?” I ask as the others gather their things to head for home.
“Every single time I moved in my chair, I could feel it. You’re killing me, Rafael.”
I look around. The place is empty. I grab her, bending her over her desk. “The windows,” she gasps. “People can see.”
