Aura’s body in my hands is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. She’s just a woman, but she’s one like no other. Her curves are firm but so soft I can’t stop myself from mangling and squeezing her with an ardor that overwhelms us both.

Each time I tear my mouth off hers to travel down her neck, her chest, her awesome tits, I feel her heaving for breath beneath my lips and palms.

“The party,” she whimpers, her fingers clawing through my hair to tug my head closer to her chest.

Fuck the party. This is all I need for entertainment. Aura is the most stimulating woman I’ve ever laid my hands on and I’m not about to let her escape.

“Oh god,” she moans as I bite her hard nipples through her shirt and she writhes in what I know to be ecstasy mixed with the need to get off.

For all her uptight attitudes she is a wild thing once she lets loose. I can’t wait to get her naked and under me, bucking and thrashing as I torment her into the most screaming climax she’s ever had.

“Please,” she whimpers again.

It almost sounds as though she’s begging me to stop, if it weren’t for how she pulls my mouth harder onto her flesh, encouraging me to devour her. I tear the top button of her shirt open with my teeth. She gasps as I cup her full round tit in my hard hand and plunge my thumb under the solid molded push-up to strum across her erect nipple.

“Is that good, you like that?” I growl into the side of her neck.

“We have to stop,” she mewls.

Her words fire me up and I spin her around so she faces the desk I backed her up against. I have her mask, the one she left in the cinema, in my pants pocket. I pull it out and reach around her to settle it on the bridge of her nose, making sure her eyes are completely covered.

“You want me to stop,” I growl out low.

She waits, trembling and clearly battling with herself, then lets out a tiny mewl of ‘no’.

I tie off the silk strings into a tight knot.

“Bend over,” I order her and she complies immediately.

If she had any idea of refusing my command, she knows better than to do so by the tone in my voice. I can tell by the way she’s gasping for air with short breaths that she’s very turned on.

“Are you wet for me, Aura?” I lean over, lining my chest with her spine so that her breath hitches, a little shocked but mostly lust-filled. “Answer me,” I bark roughly.

“Yes,” she mewls in a tiny voice. All her strident feminism forgotten as I start tugging her skirt up her legs.

“Yes what?” I demand.

“Sir,” she murmurs. “Yes, sir.”

“Say it,” I order. “Say you’re wet for me.”

A small noise of resistance escapes her lips. But I can’t be sure that’s against my demand that she admit to me how much she wants me, or the fact that her skirt has reached the top of her thighs and is skimming her tantalizing crevice.

“Say it,” I repeat, more brusquely than before.

She shakes her head no, none too vigorously though, like she’s trying to convince herself that she shouldn’t be doing this. That I’m her boss and she’s my employee and this is a taboo act we’re indulging in on a Friday afternoon before Christmas. Maybe we shouldn’t but I don’t care. The chemistry between us has reached a point neither of us can tolerate any longer.

She shakes her head and I know she’s biting on her lip, forcing herself not to acknowledge it.

In one fierce tug, I yank her tight skirt up over the curve of her ass and the most perfect moon of flesh is exposed. Her panties are very high cut and slice a delectable line across her cheeks. The way they cover her slit is enough to send me semi-deranged with want. I could rip them down her thighs and discover for myself just how dripping she is but first she must learn that disobeying her boss is not permitted.

The first slap is the hardest. The shock to her flesh is avid in the way her flesh blooms bright pink. Watching that color flush her pale skin makes my wood pummel at my pants, desperate for release.

She sprawls forward on the desk and splays her hands across the wood, sending papers and other shit flying to the floor. She gasps and a muffled apology emerges from between lips that sound pursed tight. I bring my hand down on her other cheek with a resounding slap. Aura pushes off on her palms, trying to stand upright but I wrap her long hair around my fist and pull it until her head twists to the side.

I want to watch her emotions as I spank her. I need to know exactly how much she’s loving this domination by her boss. I rain down a few more claps on each cheek, my eyes mesmerized by the flesh as it reverberates with each slap then turns a brighter pink. I was correct in my certainty she was biting her lip, her eyes are also squeezed firmly closed. But between each spank, her tongue emerges from between her lips and licks across the lower one with a lascivious stroke, like a pussy with the finest cream.

I settle my palm at the apex between her thighs. That delicious hollow that leads to her sacred space, the place I’d like to rest my entire face and plunge my tongue until her lips are unable to purse even if she wanted to, they’ll be stretched wide panting for air and screaming my name.

“Oh my god,” she moans as my hand flexes slightly as though weighing up. She knows I’m considering spanking across her rear spread. She also knows that I’m taking my time while I relish the completely soaked through material of her panties.

I intend to take every sweet fucking second of time as I watch her. She looks amazing bent over my desk with her skirt yanked up over her ass, her bright red cheeks tipped up to the ceiling, waiting eagerly for my decision. The only thing that would make this even more perfect is if I’d stripped her gorgeous tits out of their cups so that every spank would set them jiggling over the desk.

Next time.

Because there will be a next time. I’m nowhere near done with Aura Johanssen.

“It’s time,” an overly perky voice behind me dislodges me from my fascination with Aura’s perfect body. Then, “Oh,” a horrified squeak follows.

Without releasing either hand from Aura’s body, I swivel my head and I’m sure I must look like the demon from The Exorcist. I glare boiling daggers at the kid in the stupid pixie outfit charged with rounding up the staff to ensure everyone’s at the party. My idea - in case Aura got any ideas about skipping out.

Her horrified gaze goes from my demonic stare to Aura, drawn to the woman bent over the desk half naked for a spanking from the boss. I guess I should be thankful that it wasn’t one of the guys who work with Aura that walked in on us. And the way I have her head twisted, Pixie can’t see Aura’s face.

“Get out,” I yell.

“Yes, Sir,” she squeaks. “Sorry, sir.”

She backs up and pulls the door shut. At that moment Aura seems to come out of her dreamy state and wriggles out from under my distracted hold on her. She comes up to standing and shoves her skirt down her legs. Then she reaches up to push the mask up her forehead.

“Leave it,” I order her.

She does exactly as I say, for now at least, but there’s no way I can stop her as she heads straight for the door the Pixie just closed.