We both know she was bluffing a second ago. Had I not been watching her raptly, I might’ve believed her.
“Punish me?” Curiosity drips from her raspy tone.
I stop before her, caging her against the desk. “Yes, punish you for being a bad girl.”
“How?”
“Turn around and bend over.”
“What?”
“I’d rather show you.”
The brown flecks in her eyes turn black with desire. Yet she resists. Nervously glancing around, she murmurs, “You can’t be serious. We’re in my office.”
“I’m well aware, Ari.” I dare her with my eyes to follow my command. “I’m not asking you to take your clothes off.”Yet.
“What if we get caught?”
“It’s a risk you’ll have to take.” Tilting my head, I taunt, “Are you always this uptight at work?”
“I am not!”
“Yet here you are arguing.” Sighing disappointedly, I say, “I thought you said I can have you anytime and anyplace I desire. Did I make a mistake saying yes?”
Straightening, I move to take a step back.
Her arm swings out and she grabs my suit jacket, bringing me back. “Don’t go. And stop blackmailing me like that.”
“Turn around and bend.”
Dropping her hand, she twists around. A noticeable shiver coursing down her spine. I allow her enough space to bend over the desk.
“Arch your hips and lay your palms flat on the desk.”
Another tremor and she does what she’s told, pleasing me to no end.
I fight a groan at the delectable view of her juicy ass. God! It’s divine. And it isn’t even bare. I imagine digging my fingertips in those cheeks while I ride her tight back hole. I won’t let her go until I’ve claimed her asshole.
Shuffling closer, I press a hand on her lower back while raising my other one. “This is how I punish brats, Ari.”
I bring my palm down hard on her ass, the echo resounding in the room.
“Ahh!” Arya yelps.
“Quiet. We don’t want people running in here, do we?”
“No.”
“Let’s try again.”Spank.
“Oohh,” she whimpers, her arms lashing out and spilling stationery onto the floor.
“I can still hear you.” I squeeze the sore spot, eliciting a small cry. “Again.”
Spank. Spank. Spank.
I am merciless as I rain down slaps. With each one, she goes quieter. The only visible sign is her squirming and heels shuffling.
