“So, can I come in,sir?” She purrs, batting her eyelashes.
“Sure.” I step aside, and she slips in past me. I slam the door, and Amber yelps as I grab her arm and yank her back against me. “How did you sneak out of the house so fast?”
Amber giggles softly, relaxing into me. “I’m just very, very clever.”
“Yes, you are.” I kiss her neck, shoving a hand under her sweater and finding her braless. “Did Mrs Coleman’s dog really get out?”
“Oh, no. I must have been mistaken.” She reaches back over her shoulders, clasping her hands around the back of my neck. “I could have sworn it was her dog.”
“You’re devious.” I run both hands up under her shirt, over her soft smooth skin, and she exhales shakily as I massage her breasts. “So, so devious, pretty girl. I might have to punish you.”
“Do I need a spanking,sir?”
Dammit, the way she says that, it has me hard in an instant.
“Do you think you need a spanking, Amber?” I pinch her nipples, hard, and she lets out a squeak. “Do I need to put you over my knee?”
“I-I made poor Mrs Coleman run all that way,” she murmurs, her hips rolling against me, and she laughs with lecherous gleeas she finds me already stiff and hard for her. “I probably need to be put in my place."
“You definitely do.” I should be mortified that we nearly got caught. The guilt and shame that should be a clear sign to just stop what we’re doing, is instead morphing into something else. Something thrilling and forbidden, that just makes this all more fun. Like bungee jumping. Like skydiving. It’s all just a rush, some devious, depraved sport, and almost 24 hours into this weekend of experience, I want nothing more than to just keep playing. “Now, Miss Pope, I’d like to take you to my office and play a little game with you.”
Amber sucks in a short breath. “A game, sir?”
“Yes, Miss Pope, a game.” I walk her into my office, stopping in the middle of the room, facing my desk. I put my hands under her sweater and peel it off over her head. “Now, this is going to be a fun little fantasy, just for you and me, do you understand?” I sink to my knees, and roll her sweatpants down her legs.
“I understand, sir.”
She’s falling into this little fantasy way too easily, and I wonder just how many times she’s had this exact scenario already play out in her head.Bad, bad Theo.Shut the fuck up.
Amber steps out of the sweats, and stands demurely with her hands folded in front of her, dressed in nothing but her white lacy panties. Her eyes are glowing with lust as I take off my own sweater, throwing it to the ground before putting on my glasses and taking a seat behind my desk.
“I want you to pick a safe word, Miss Pope.”
She bites her lip, eyes scanning the floor before they pop back up to mine. “Bridge.”
“Bridge. Understood.” I rub my hand along my thigh. “Now, have you ever been punished like this before?”
She shakes her head.
“But you think you might like it?”
She nods. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
She hooks her thumbs into her panties, and I tut, wagging my finger as I frown.
“Did I say to take those off?”
She stops instantly, and drops her hands back to her sides. “No, sir. Sorry, sir.”
“Good girl.” I curl two fingers and beckon her to me. “Now, come here.”
She takes a step, and I tut again, stopping her in her tracks.
“Not like that, Miss Pope. You’re being punished.”
She’s too good at this, she understands the game too fucking well, and goddamn it makes me so hard there’s no blood left anywhere in my body, it’s all drained to my engorged cock. Because Amber drops to her hands and knees, keeping her eyes on me as she crawls across the floor towards me.
