“Yeah, that has been a problem. One I’ve repeatedly mentioned,” Xander said.
“Yes. I think I wanted you to do something about it.”
“Like what?” Xander said.
“Make me clean it. Hold me to your expectations,” Harper said.
Nothing on the planet was sexier than Harper, right here and now, asking for what she wanted. Exposing her vulnerability, putting it out there. Trusting he would catch it.
“I’m going to undress you,” he said.
She nodded.
He took the blazer off her shoulders, hanging it on the back of his door. Next, he slowly unbuttoned her red blouse, revealing a black lacy bra.
“Pretty,” Xander commented. He trailed a finger around the lace of the bra that cupped her breasts. Ever so slightly, she shivered under his touch.
His hands slid down to her waist, he unbuttoned her skirt. Giving himself a moment, he folded it over the hanger and turned to her. Her long muscular legs were enclosed in black nylons. Matching black panties. And red high heels.
“I could keep you like this,” Xander said.
“Yes Sir,” Harper said.
“But I want to see all of you.” With his hands on her trim waist, he brushed his fingers along the nylons until they rolled down her legs. He nudged her heels off with his foot.
She stood there, naked and beautiful, except for the panties.
“These have to go too.” Slow as he could, he pulled the silky fabric down, taking them off her.
His mouth went dry. She almost hurt to look at, standing here naked, in front of his black desk, as he had thought about so many times. Her breathing deepened.
“Turn around. Place your arms on the desk and spread your legs wide. Wider, there you go,” Xander said. He placed a hand on the small of her back. “Is it cold?”
“Yes,” Harper said.
He smiled. Her breasts were pressed against his glass desktop.
His hands ran over her ass, feeling her skin underneath his hands felt so right. “I’m going to use my belt on you, Angel. How many do you think with the belt?”
She gasped. “Whatever Sir thinks.”
Xander smiled. With his hands on both her ass cheeks, he dragged his thumbs into the centre and pressed down. Then he grabbed them in his palms and vigorously shook her. He wanted plenty of blood to flow to the area. He wasn’t planning on going easy with her.
He dropped his cufflinks on the desk beside her ear, each one tinkling as it hit the glass. Walking around the front of the desk, he rolled up his sleeves. Making sure she saw his every move, he undid his belt buckle and took it off with a flourish. He spread out the length of it between his hands, and then, wrapping the belt buckle in his palm, he put two ends of the belt together, making one strappy piece.
He walked around behind her, slapping the belt against his thigh. She didn’t even flinch.
“How many days has it been since I’ve seen you last?”
“Twenty-two,” Harper’s thick, desire-laced voice floated around him. He breathed it in with his hand on her backside.
“Twenty-two sounds like a good number, doesn’t Angel?” Xander asked.
“Yes, Sir,” Harper said.
Before the words left her lips, Xander swung his finely made leather through the air, landing it perfectly across Harper’s ass cheeks.
The stripe of red glowed against her creamy skin. He admired it for a moment, from a distance, and then, in quick succession, laid down five more stripes right on top of it.
