“Yes, Sir.”I try not to sound too eager.
“Do I have permission to pull your jeans and panties down so I can spank your bare skin?”
I swallow.Finally.“Yes, Sir.”
He presses his palm against my lower back.“Don’t move an inch.”His hands slide around to the button on my jeans so he can unfasten them.He tugs the denim over my hips, taking my panties with it.
I whimper as the air in the room hits my ass.
His hand returns to the small of my back, and he pushes my shirt up to allow him to rest his palm on my bare skin.“Spread your legs, Madison.”
I part my knees, my breath hitching as my vulnerability rises.
This is Myles.I’ve known him my entire life.I’ve dreamed of him dominating me like this for years.It’s finally happening.I know it won’t be everything I usually visualize.He’s not going to fuck me tonight.But this is huge.
He rubs my butt cheeks, and I hold my breath when he lifts his hand.It comes down in a firm swat.The sting is unexpected.It shouldn’t be.Obviously, it will hurt, but it still startles me.
The next slap against my skin isn’t as jarring.He spanks me three more times before he pauses.
I’m panting.My adrenaline is pumping hard through my entire body.I don’t want him to stop.“More,” I beg.
He rubs my bottom again.“That’s my girl.”He spanks me harder this time, stopping only when I can’t catch my breath.
When he’s done, I’m throbbing from the exhilaration.I’m so aroused, I feel like I could come from one touch to my clit.
Myles leans over and kisses my neck.“Now you know.”
I moan.My legs are trembling.
He wedges his knee between mine and presses it against my pussy.
I arch my head and chest off the island.“Oh God.”
He pets my hair.“My poor girl hasn’t had an orgasm in a week.Take what you need, Madison.Find your pleasure.”
Against his thigh?He wants me to rub myself against his leg?
I don’t question him.I won’t risk him changing his mind.I need the release.I palm the island to brace myself and shamelessly lower my pussy so I can grind against his thigh.
Myles brings his lips back to my neck.His hand continues to stroke my hair.“That’s it, sweetheart.Pleasure yourself for me.Show me how pretty you are when you come.”
It feels so filthy.He’s coaching me.He’s not going to touch me.He’s giving me the opportunity to masturbate against his leg.I’m so totally wanton and desperate to come that I rub myself against him, my moans filling the room.
When my orgasm reaches its peak, I stiffen and cry out, the pulses of my release vibrating against the denim covering him.I’m certain I’ve soaked his jeans.I don’t care.
My legs are shaking as he removes his knee.He squats behind me, cups my heated cheeks, and kisses each of them reverently.It’s the sweetest moment of my life, and I’m not even facing him.
He eases my panties over my sore bottom and then my jeans.
I wince as he tugs them into place.He even reaches around to zip and button them.He lowers my shirt back into place.“You okay?”he asks as he kisses my neck yet again.
“No.”
He chuckles.“Good.I’d be worried if you were.”He strokes my arms, his chest against my back.“I need to return to my office.I have a client waiting for information from me.”
“Can I come?”I’m afraid to turn around and see his face.He never invites me to his office.It’s on the first floor behind the garage.I barely understand what he does.Something with computers.I’ve never asked.I have a suspicion sometimes it’s not exactly on the up and up.
I’m a history major.A silly degree.My father probably should have talked me out of it.I suppose I’ll get a teaching degree or apply for my master's, but I’ve done neither yet.I’ve been ignoring my future, and it’s been the farthest thing from my mind for the past week.
