ME
That’s against dress code. What do you think a good boss would do about that?
I had several variations of what I wanted to do about it, but this only worked if she told me. There was a slightly longer than usually pause before she replied, and the timer went off, reminding me to flip the pork chop and stir the vegetables. I’d start fires—had started, actually—without timers and alarms. I reset the timer and grabbed my phone to see if my wants lined up with hers.
ELENA
There must be repercussions, but I can’t afford to lose my job. I need it. Maybe there is another way you could punish me. I could bend over your desk…
Fuck me. The thought of Elena stretched over my desk, ass bared, her sweet cunt visible and available took me from semi-hard to aching. I didn’t have any trouble imagining running my hand over her pale skin, slipping my fingers between her folds to find her wet and ready for me. I tightened my hand, imagining what it would feel like to smack her exposed ass. How she’d wriggle underneath my palm.
She’d been pushing things in a much edgier direction lately. I fucking loved it, but this was not a place to make assumptions. I needed her to be very clear with exactly what she wanted me to do.
ME
That would make the infraction clear, but it doesn’t seem like enough of a punishment.
ELENA
It would be if you spanked me, sir.
I thought for a moment, ignoring the alarm telling me my food was ready. I wanted to make sure I got this right.
ME
With my hand or a ruler?
I was pretty sure I had one of those around here somewhere. If not, I’d send out for one if it’s what she wanted.
ELENA
Hand
ELENA
This time
Fuck. This woman was brilliant. She made me crave things I hadn’t known I wanted.
ME
That seems appropriate. I’m also going to have to fuck you. Just to bring the point home.
ELENA
I’d be disappointed with less.
I grinned like a man who’d won the kinky lottery as I went to save my food. As soon as I pulled the pan off the burner—and turned it off—I thought of something else.
ME
You’re going to be the one wearing the lipstick, right?
She sent back a laughing emoji. I was still smiling to myself as I spooned chutney onto my plate.
4
Isquirmed uncomfortably as I waited for Jake to open the door. I’d changed into the shortest skirt I owned and freshened up myDare Youred lipstick before I left the office. I waited to take my panties off in the car, so I didn’t risk flashing anyone. The danger was real, as evidenced by the breeze I felt on my already wet sex.
