“Now, Ms. Williams. I won’t ask twice.”
I reach up under my skirt, hands trembling, and peel my panties down my thighs. They’re soaked, and oh my god, this is so embarrassing! But what can I do? I step out of the wet fabric, holding them in my hand, unsure what to do next.
Brent takes them from me before holding them to his nose and breathing deep of my cunt scent. Holy cow, is this really happening? My eyes widen as I watch, the ache in my pussy becoming even more intense.
“You smell fresh, Marnie,” he rasps. “Cunty, but also fresh. Now bend over.”
What? What is he saying? The air is thin and I must not be getting enough oxygen, and yet my body does as he asks. I turn slowly, resting my palms on the edge of the desk, cold and yet burning hot at once. I feel exposed, every nerve screaming. The plug is still inside me,and Mr. Gibson is going to see!
Sure enough, the big man lifts my skirt, revealing everything. I hear the intake of his breath, see the bulge in his pants when he notices the toy.
“Interesting,” he muses. “Were you planning to keep that in all day? What a dirty little slut.”
I don’t answer. I can’t because I’m so embarrassed and yet I want this too. Iwanthim to know, and I want him to touch.
Brent smiles lasciviously, running a finger along the base of the toy, teasing, then slowly, inexorably, pulls it out of me. The sensation is delicious, a long, slow drag that leaves me empty and gasping, trembling with arousal. There’s a wet pop when it finally slides free, and he holds the toy up in the light, inspecting it like a jeweler.
“Fuck,” he growls, voice almost amused. “Damn, you’re soaked, Marnie. Just like a good girl.”
Oh my god, has he done this before? Are there other good girls wandering around Gibson Grant as we speak? But I don’t have time to contemplate because the handsome attorney slips the plug into his pocket without another word, then puts his palm on my lower back, expression dark.
“If you want my help,” he rasps, “you’re going to learn discipline, Marnie. Understand?”
I nod, face flaming.
“Yes, Mr. Gibson,” is my helpless stutter.
He hikes my skirt up higher, exposing my round ass. His hand is huge, rough, and he strokes through my pussy once, then twice, caressing my soaked folds.
“Unnnh!” I moan aloud, throwing my head back. “Oh oh oh!”
“That’s it, little slut,” he rasps. “Keeping a toy inside you at work. What a horny little pussy you have.”
I cry out again, already lost, but then I’m brought back to reality when he smacks my bare buttockhardwith the palm of hishand. WTF? It’s loud in the small room, a crisp crack that echoes off the file cabinets. The pain blooms instantly, bright and hot, but behind it is a wave of pleasure so profound that I cry out again.
“Unnnh!” I shriek, hot tremors going through my cunt. “Ooooh!”
“That’s it, little fuckslut,” he rasps. “Who knew we hired such a horny little girl at the firm?”
He spanks me again. Harder. And again. There’s a rhythm to it, a logic, as though he’s mapping the shape of my surrender. I bite my lip to keep from moaning, but it’s useless. The plug is gone, and in its place is a heat so intense I can barely breathe.
“Unnnh!” I scream again, my clit almost full to bursting. “Oh oh!”
His voice is low, right at my ear. “You like this, don’t you, my little fuckslut?”
Where is he getting these words? I should feel demeaned but instead, I don’t. I love being here with this alpha male, and I manage a slight whimper through my lips, my entire body attuned to his massive form. Brent smiles, satisfied, and gives me three more, perfectly timed hard smacks, each one building on the last until I’m shaking, bracing myself against the desk.
The last slap hits me squarely on my clit and sends me over the edge. It’s not a regular orgasm—it’s something sharper, more elemental, like every nerve ending firing at once. My knees buckle as my back arches spasmodically, and then I collapse against the desk, screaming and crying with tears coming down my face. My pussy explodes against his hand, drenching it in fluids as tremors shake my form, hot gushes of sweet cream running down my thighs. Oh my god, what’s happening? Howdid this man make me come like a hurricane from a mere spanking?
But Brent’s not done yet. in the middle of my orgasm, he thrusts two fingers deep into my spasming cunt, and it sends me over the edge again.
“Mr. Gibson!” I scream. “Oh god, oh god, mmmm, yes!”
“Fuck yeah,” he rasps, fucking me hard with his blunt fingers, shaking his digits in me so that my climax is magnified. “You’re so fucking sexy, sweetheart, and so fucking horny too. Shit, I need to fuck this wet cunt asap.”
I scream and cry out some more, my eyes blind as he fingers my cunt relentlessly. My walls spasm, squeezing on the huge digits within as I cry out, my breasts bobbling with pleasure. Oh my god, what’s become of me? How can I be having dirty sex with my handsome boss in a locked room at work?
Finally, however, the climax ebbs and I return to Earth, still trembling and crying. Brent strokes my blonde hair from my forehead before pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. Then, he removes his fingers from my cunt with a wet sucking sound before pressing them to my mouth.
