“It’s too late for wait,” he said.
I reached back and lifted my skirt over my ass, pulling it around my waist.
I could hear his inhale behind me. “Alex—”
“Now I’m ready.”
It wasn’t a second before the ruler stung my backside. I moaned, my fingernails curling into my palms.
I started when the ruler landed a second time. “What was that one for?” I asked.
“For telling me to wait.” The wood came down hard against my ass cheek again. “And that’s for talking back.”
I spread my legs slightly to ease the pain, and he smacked me once more. “That’s for teasing me. I don’t do teasing, Alexandra. I’m used to getting exactly what I want.”
I turned my head over my shoulder and bit my lip. “Are you saying you want me?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“It’s a shame you can’t have me then.” I slid down the desk, away from him. He took a step, but I shook my head. “No, Mr. Brittany.”
“You’re telling me no?”
I nodded. “No touching.”
I rested my cheek against the wood desk and blinked up at him. His eyes shifted when I lowered my hand between my legs.
“Alexandra…”
I moved my thong aside. “It reallyisa shame,” I said. “Because just the thought is—it’s making me…”
“Wet?” he finished.
“I want you too.”
“You do?”
I lifted my head because he sounded surprised. Wasn’t it obvious? Couldn’t he feel the way my desire had begun to take over everything the last couple days? My heart pounded. I was suddenly nervous about saying it aloud. “I-I…well, I thought—”
He stepped around me and leaned forward, placing his hands on both sides of my head. He still didn’t touch me. “This week has been torture,” he said.
I clenched my teeth. “Nobody has to know.”
“I can’t. It’s wrong.”
Before he could say another word, I began rubbing myself underneath him. I moaned against the desk. “I want you,” I said. “I want it to be your fingers.”
He lowered his mouth to my ear. “Do you know how sexy you are? Touching yourself like this?”
“If I were yours—”
“If you were mine, I’d drop on my knees right now and eat your pussy like it was my last meal.”
I gasped. His words alone had me thrusting my hips against my own palm.
“That’s good, Alexandra. I want to watch you come. Can you picture me fucking you right now?”
“Yes,” I said.
