I take another deep breath, drawing in all the information I need.
She smells like soap and need.
If we weren’t civilized, I’d already be breeding her. I’d have her bent over the lab table taking my cock until she had a pussy full of cum. I might even keep her here, breed her all night long, taking a break to eat and rest and hydrate before filling her up all over again. That’s what she needs.
Fuck.
I have to keep these impulses under control. They’re far too animal and rough for the human world, and I am doing my best to stay in it whether I truly belong or not.
* * *
Lydia
He can’t talk to me this way.
He can’t smack me like I’m some wayward brat.
Yes, I broke the rules, but you get written up for that. Maybe you have to make an official apology and write something in an email. You don’t get cornered by the hottest man in history who is demanding an apology while sounding like he’s talking about something else completely.
When he spanked me, something shifted inside my body. I felt a rush of… I don’t even want to admit it to myself. It should be outrage and adrenaline, but it’s neither of those things.
I still want to assert myself. My butt is stinging like crazy, and the shock of being hit is enough to make me want to cry. I can’t believe he did that. Who treats other people this way?
“I’m not going to apologize to you. If anything, you should be apologizing for putting your hands on me.”
There’s a moment where his eyes flash. Right about the time I say ‘putting your hands on me,’ I see desire in his gaze, and all of a sudden it really doesn’t feel like I am in a workplace. The distance between us is so small. He’s so close.
He leans in a fraction, and I think for sure he’s about to kiss me. Then something shifts, and he pulls back.
“Go and sit down,” he says, his teeth gritted in an animalistic way. “Get back to work. Don’t move from the desk I assigned you unless you need to go to the bathroom.”
I should just do it, but I can’t allow it.
“You can’t tell me to do that. I don’t answer to you.”
Whatever control he managed to regain over himself shatters in an instant. He had turned away to start to work himself, but at my words, he whips around and grips me by the arm. He turns me briskly before I can complain, and spanks my ass again.
“Ow!”
A second hard shot lands across my ass, further igniting my annoyance and embarrassment, and something else that I am trying very, very hard to push away.
“You have a nice rear for punishing,” he says. “I would enjoy teaching you several lessons about basic obedience. It might do you good. Might keep you alive a little longer than you’d otherwise manage.”
“Alive? Are you threatening me?”
“This is a lab where a single mistake could lead to nonexistence. Do I need to explain why that is a bad idea? Why you need to listen to me?”
His hand is still on my ass, a warm and heavy weight on my burning cheek. He gives it a slight squeeze, and I feel my clit tingle. This went from unprofessional to very unprofessional. The spank was one thing, but this is starting to feel more like seduction. He rubs his hand up and down my rear slowly, then pats my ass and withdraws his hand.
I’m aroused. I hate it so much that he has managed to elicit that reaction from me. I am here to work. I am standing in the heart of a mystery that will change the world as we know it, and now I am looking up at the hot, sexy, horrible man who is permanently grumpy as far as I can tell and I am wishing that he would slide his hand around my hip and rub my pussy.
What a silly desire.
I move away and I sit down. I pretend to go back to work, looking at his notes, which are mostly chicken scratch and seem to contradict one another.
I pretend to work. I don’t want him to know how much that relatively brief touch affected me. He’s an asshole, I tell myself, and he had no right to spank me. I’m not some brat to be punished just because I don’t do exactly what he says. And besides, I was just looking. It’s not like I was going about licking random surfaces.
He’s hiding something. He’s hiding a lot.
