The bedroom floor is cold beneath my bare legs, making me tremble while he circles around me—marking me as his prey. Adrenaline courses through me, and maybe it’s the naughty dream he woke me from, but a new shiver awakens in me. I’m not ready to let go of my job—or Kodiche—without a fight. The way he felt beneath my hands and mouth when I sucked him is worth this when I think about how we talked at dinner. There’s so much more to him, and I want to find out who he really is. I think part of that is what I saw in the book in his private library, the one about a dom and sub.

“I can learn, sir. I can be your good girl.” My voice shakes as bad as my hands. “You just have to teach me.” Standing up, I try to keep my eyes on his as I lift my nightgown. He’s seen me naked before, when he changed me yesterday, but this is me doing it. This is heavier.

His eyes widen, wild and dark as they soak in the view. Curiosity has him frozen, perhaps afraid to move and stop me from what I’m doing. I won’t make him wait; I need to at least try this.

“You should spank me so I won’t be inclined to make the same mistakes. I messed up,” I admit. “I deserve to be punished.” Reaching for him, I grab Kodiche’s hand and bring it with mine to my backside. “Spank me, sir.” When he still doesn’t move, I stand on my tiptoes, stretching until my calves burn. “Kodiche, please spank me. Teach me.”

When he does nothing I'm sure I messed up. That stupid book wasn't a clue, it was just by accident that it was sitting out. Ashamed by my actions, I shiver; then he does, too.

It’s more like he’s shaking off his guise as a human to reveal the real Kodiak beneath his skin. Massive, swelling with each breath, animal lust makes him dominate the room. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he growls, grabbing my hair. It burns, throbbing through my scalp, but I love it. I love that he’s doing this, unable to stop himself.

“Punish me, sir. Then you can teach me to be better.” The way he’s looking at me, so insatiable, I wonder if he’ll devour me instead of spank me.

Tugging my head back, his face nuzzles my neck, and I whimper for more when he breathes in deeply and growls against my skin. “If that’s what you want.”

I shake my head gently. “It’s what I need.”

I start falling, tugged off balance, and with a thud, I land over his lap as he sits on my bed. Flailing arms barely find purchase when he stills me with a heavy, hot hand in the center of my back.

“You’re such a bad girl, Vivian.” His hand runs down my spine, just enough pressure to not tickle. “If you think you can be a good girl, a good listener, I know how to help you.” Long fingers drift down to my ass, fingertips teasing at the heat between my legs. “You’re terrible. I think you wanted this all along. But that's fine, I’ll teach you how to mind me, if that’s what you need.”

“Yes!” I groan. “Please, sir.”

He hums, considering me, and then the hand he had been caressing me with disappears. “There's no going back after we do this.”

I nod, hiding my face against his leg. I need him to get on with this. I want more—need more—than teasing. I don’t understand any of these desires going through me, but I surrender myself to them.

“Very well, my naughty Vivian. You can be my good girl, can’t you?”

The slap of his hand on my ass jostles me, pushing me harder into his lap. Pain blooms a moment later. Yelping, I wriggle away even as the second spanking lands on the other cheek. “You should see the lovely pink glow your ass is getting.” A third and fourth blow bloom the pain out across my skin. “Spread your legs a little for me.” Another slap connects as soon as I do. “Good girl.”

It’s starting to hurt, and I squirm away from each spanking. A heavy hand holds me still, pressing me hard into his lap. “Hold still. I’m not sure you’ve learned your lesson yet.” His fingers dip between my legs, and there’s no resistance. I’m so wet, ready for whatever else he might ask of me. “You are a dirty girl, aren’t you? I think you’re enjoying your punishment.” His hips lift, and the hard-on beneath me tells me that he’s just as into this as I am.

I push down, rubbing my stomach against Kodiche’s erection. This time the spanking is on my labia, and I squeal, earning me a chuckle. “Do you want me to touch you here?” He parts my slit with two fingers, trailing them in my wetness down to my clit, circling it once before withdrawing his hand.

He spanks me again, hard and fast until we’re both panting. “So red.” I can feel the heat rising on my skin as he gently runs his hand over my ass, admiring what he’s done to me. “Oh, Vivian, my good girl. If you could see how gorgeous you look like this.” Taunting me, he rubs between my inner thighs, not quite giving me what I want. “I could spank you every day just to look at you across my lap, taking what I give you. It wouldn’t be for punishment, just to admire all your charms.” Wetness seeps through his pants from the head of his cock, smearing on my belly as he explores the edge of my pussy and thigh.

“Touch me, please,” I whine.

He chuckles, making us both quiver. “But I am touching you. Can’t you feel me?” His fingers rub along my spine and then over my ass. “I thought I was touching you nicely. Oh!” he exclaims in mock understanding. “Do you want me to touch you somewhere else? Here, maybe?” His hands drift over my back and shoulders. “Or here?” My legs now get his gentle, probing massage.

I let out a frustrated sob.

“No,” he laughs. “I think my good girl wants me to touch her sweet cunt and make her feel amazing. Is that it?”

He's waiting for something; I know what it is. “Please,” I moan, “let me come. Make me come, I can't take it anymore!”

He makes a low, deep growl that causes my belly to tense. “Alright, I’ll touch you.” He delves into me, stretching me with two fingers, and I arch down onto his hand. It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched like this, and toys just aren’t the same. “Needy, aren’t you?” His pinky finger brushes my clit, hitting the bundle of nerves with gentle taps as he thrusts another finger into my pussy.

My ass throbs with each lifting of my hips, not letting me forget the spanking he’d given me. But each motion gets his fingers deeper inside me, probing for my g-spot and rubbing until I squeak.

“Is that the spot you want me to touch?” he teases. He rubs a bit harder, faster, and pressure builds stronger than I’ve ever felt. It’s never been this intense. He holds me there, on the precipice of coming, somehow easing back just enough to keep me from climaxing. “Not until you promise me, Vivian.”

“Anything!” I would promise him anything just to let me come.

“Promise you’ll do better, not oversleep, and do everything I say.” He flexes his fingers out inside me, bordering on too much pressure, and I love it. “I’m your boss and need you to obey me in every way, to trust me to know what’s best for you, for me, and for our company.”

“Yes. I swear! I’ll be better. I’ll be your good girl, sir,” I promise.

“My beautiful, good girl. Come for me.” He rocks his fingers across my g-spot, working it until I can’t stop moving with him. Reaching around me with his other hand, I’m held in a horizontal embrace as he finds my clit with two fingers, rolling it between them.

“Fuck!” I’m swept up and over, chasing the pleasure as it crashes into me. A rush flows through me, a floating sensation as my body releases, and then he’s gasping along with me. My clitoris tingles; he massages it once more until I squeak.

Kodiche laughs slightly, before pulling his hand out of me. “You taste so sweet,” he mumbles around his fingertips. “I’ve never made a woman squirt before.”

It takes an extreme amount of effort to lift my head and look over my shoulder at him. My pussy clenches at the sight of him licking his fingers. Flustered, I relax back down over his legs and try to think about all that just happened. First, I really liked the spanking more than I thought I would. Second, earning that “good girl” affected me a lot. It was more than just sexual. I liked pleasing him, doing things right. Third, Kodiche is really fucking good with his hands.

I didn’t expect any of this, not even after yesterday morning when he undressed me. Did he expect this? Did he think I would go through with it? Why? Am I the only one he’s done this to?

Jealousy burns in my chest as I think of any other women being like this with him, over his lap and at his mercy. I know I’m not his first, just as he isn’t my first, but it irks me more to think of him as someone else’s boss—dom, I guess—than to be their lover. The thought bothers me more than I want to consider, and I try to wriggle off his lap. One of his hands clamps down on my hip holding me still. The other smooths over his hair and roughly rubs his face; I can just see a hint of his expression from my position, and he looks as lost as I feel.

His demeanor changes, hardening with resolve as he stands, dropping me to the floor in the motion. “On the bed. Now,” he barks.

Scrambling, I climb up onto the bed, not daring to question what he wants. He’s on me before I can even brace myself to turn and see what the next command is. Hard, wider than his fingers, his cock pushes into me.

“Ung!” He grunts out his pleasure as he thrusts in to the base, his balls slapping between us. I hate it when he withdraws, cold air rushing between our bodies as he leans back, and I don’t have to see him to know he’s watching as the blunt head of his cock parts me to claim me again.

Harder, faster, he thrusts like he can’t get enough, and I don’t know if I’m coming or if it just feels so damned good to have his dick inside me. His fingers clench my hips; I’m going to have bruises. The slam of his pelvis on my ass is a spanking of a different sort, and I cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

His shaft swells—naked without a condom. I know this is risky but the hard reality of that only heightens my excitement. I want to be close to my boss, I want to feel every cell in his body. My pussy milks him as I orgasm abruptly, the sensation sharp, making my vision blur.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Kodiche tightens his hold on me and collapses onto my back, filling me as he comes. I didn't think I could feel more soaked, but his warm seed thickens in me, coating the inside of my pussy, my labia, my thighs.

We stay locked together for a few moments before he withdraws and goes into the bathroom. He’s back before I can really miss him, and a warm cloth covers my sex. Kodiche gently turns me to my side and draws a blanket up over us as we breathe. His fingers seek out my sore ass, and he rubs the heated skin, soothing it with his touch.

“Did I hurt you too much?”

I shake my head, not quite sure what to say. We just fucked, and we haven’t even kissed. I’ve sucked his cock, had it inside me, but there’s not been anything that says I’m more than a sex doll to him. Any hint that maybe this was more, or could be more, is crushed between us. I’m a means to an end—orgasm—and that’s all.

“What do you like for breakfast?” he asks awkwardly, as if knowing he’s upset me somehow.

“I usually just have coffee and a granola bar on the way to the office.”

His grunt is unimpressed. “That’s a snack, not breakfast. There’s eggs and stuff in the kitchen that you got at the store, but why don’t you run to the bakery down the street and get us some pastries. I’ll make coffee while you’re out; we can eat and then do some work. There's a project that must be done by tonight. We can work together in my office after breakfast.”

I get up and wipe away the proof of our tryst, strangely shy to be nude in front of him now that I’m not trying to push his boundaries and evoke a reaction. “What should I wear, sir?”

He gives me a sultry look. “Go like that and use the drive-thru?” He’s playful instead of serious, and part of me really wants to climb back onto the bed and see if he’ll let me have my way with him. Once was not enough; I want more than just a hard fucking.

I shake my head. “If I get caught, the police would have a hard time believing my story that Mr. Lamant, CEO of the largest corporation in town, wouldn’t let me get dressed after making me come harder than I ever have.” It’s a small admission, but the spark—his inner animal—is back in his eyes from my words. “Maybe I can put on a pair of my shorts with the heels you got me, and a simple tank top?” I won’t be covered much, but it’s way too early in the day for me to go out in his sort of clothes. “Or . . . ” I walk through the bathroom to his bedroom and pick up a discarded t-shirt from his bed. The soft fabric smells deliciously like him. Pulling it on as I come back into my bedroom, I step into my shoes. “Or I could go dressed like this.” Twirling, I let him see that I’m still bare beneath.

He groans, and the energy between us crackles with something that marks possession. I’d thought he would like me wearing his clothes, but I didn’t know he would have that strong of a reaction. “Yes. That,” he growls. “Get me their French pastry breakfast box. Get whatever you want. I’ll meet you downstairs with coffee after you’re home.”

Breakfast was quiet but nice, and even the leftovers we reheated and ate for lunch were eaten in companionable silence as we continued going through files to find what was needed. It is only now as I get our shrimp stir-fry prepared for dinner that I really wonder what the hell happened this morning. It was so fucking hot, nearly a perfect fantasy brought to life. I’d suggested the spanking hoping it would work, hoping it would earn me a second chance after oversleeping. I didn’t think it would go that far, though—to Kodiche fucking me doggy-style on the bed.

All day today as I’ve walked around his house in a t-shirt and heels, his eyes have followed me with longing. It’s like I’ve aroused the Kodiak part of him our coworkers see, and he’s not going to put it back to sleep.

His voice whispers behind me. “Bend over and touch your toes.”

My boss is kinky; am I kinky enough to survive him?

I set the spoon on the counter and bend over, not daring ask why, not at the end of a day where we’ve actually made progress. His hand is cold as it touches the lower curve of my ass where it connects with my thigh. “You’d let me fuck you right here in my kitchen, wouldn’t you?”

My hair brushes the floor as I nod my agreement. “Yes, sir. I . . .” I start to tell him about my fantasy but stop before I can embarrass myself.

The rasp of a zipper being lowered is unnaturally loud. I ready myself for the thrust, waiting and waiting. “Are you mine, Vivian? Mine for the week to do whatever I want with?” His hard-on nudges against me, resting at my entrance. “Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers.

“I’m yours, Kodiche,” I promise.

He thrusts into me, catching me as I fall forward. “Good girl. Now fuck yourself on me.” He holds my hips gently, keeping me upright, but I’m the one who has to move forward and back. His cock is so hard inside me it feels as if I’m being held up by it alone. “Make yourself come on my cock, Vivian.”

It’s awkward bending over with my hands on the floor, his t-shirt falling over my head. I manage it, though. Forward and back, tightening my thighs to give me more leverage with each movement.

“That’s it. Now faster. I did the work this morning, now it’s your turn. Fuck me.” Kodiche is still except for the small thrusts he can’t stop himself from doing.

“Can I ride you, sir?” I ask. I clench down around his cock, trying to pull him in harder.

“If that’s what you want. The floor is cold,” he warns.

I don’t care, though. I move a bit forward, expecting him to withdraw. “Where are you going?” He pulls me back onto him and the sensation of his cock-head thudding deep inside of me takes my breath away. He keeps slowly bending until we’re both kneeling on the floor, and then rolls back, carefully positioning my legs on either side of him. “Ride me in reverse cowgirl.”

I’m backwards on him, not at all what I meant when I asked, but he feels too good inside of me to argue. Rocking, I can feel his cock even better like this, the way it is almost dragging across every sensitive spot inside me. I use him for my pleasure, rocking and grinding until I’m almost there.

My breath quickens; his hand slaps onto my ass, startling me. “Don't come without permission.”

“Can I come, sir?” Grabbing his hands, I bring them up to my chest. Gently he tugs at my firm nipples, sending little bolts of lightning straight to my clit. “Sir?” I ask again when he doesn’t answer.

I glance over my shoulder back at him and stop moving. His eyes are closed tight as if in pain, teeth buried in his lower lip. “Kodiche?” Hearing his name he opens his eyes, and they’re black in the dim light.

“Come.” He says it softly, more air than sound, but it’s all I need.

I rock back once more and drop our joined hands to my pussy. I come with one of his hands squeezing my breast, the other rubbing my clit. He follows after me, his teeth showing as he climaxes.

My boss lifts me off him, his come dripping down my leg. “Take a shower Vivian. I need you all clean for later.”

It’s a shuffling sort of walk to the upstairs bathroom between our bedrooms, but I manage to make it without a worse mess. Standing beneath the spray, I let the hot water wash away the slick fluids. Reaching down, I slide two fingers up inside me and pull them out. He filled me as much this time as this morning. Rinsing off, I wonder if he’s had a vasectomy. I’m on birth control, but is Kodiche worried about that? He never asked if I’m using protection.

Bubbles run down the drain as I wash away the soap, and with it my cares. I’ve made it through two days now, and despite today’s rough start, it’s gone fairly well. Five more days to go. I can make it, I think, especially with orgasms like today has brought. It’s confusing—him and my reaction to all he’s having me do—but it’s also really fucking hot.

I’m halfway through toweling off when I hear my phone start ringing, and I only have one person with that song as a ringtone: my mom. I run for the phone, leaving a trail of wet footprints. “Hello?” I ask, hearing silence. I missed the call. “Dammit!” I take the phone with me into the bathroom and finish drying, then blot up the water drops I left on the floor. As hot as the spanking was this morning, I really am not up for another one so soon.

I wait for the voicemail notification to chime and listen to the message as soon as it’s available. My dad had to go to the hospital this morning; he’s fine and home again, but my mom can’t figure out which doctor to call, or who to pay first. It’s the same old stuff for like the tenth time. I could sort it out in five minutes if I were there, but if I leave Kodiche mid-week, he’ll fire me. No job means no supporting my parents. I can’t abandon them when they need me most, and this isn't an emergency—my dad's fine, he's home.

I text my mom, telling her I can’t make it tonight, but I’m free any time after Wednesday. I type her a quick note about the insurance cards and promise to check online with the hospital billing in the morning.

“Whom are you texting?”

I drop my phone onto the bathroom counter, startled by his sudden intrusion. “No one, sir. I was checking the time to make sure I hadn’t taken too long. I set an alarm,” I lie. Briefly I wonder if lying is the way to go. But telling my boss about my family troubles walks too close to asking for more than I already am.

He's giving me a chance at keeping my job.

That's all I need from him, all I want.

I can beg for that... but I'll never beg for personal help. I'm no gold digger, and besides, if I asked for help and he said no? I couldn't handle such cruelty.

“What can I do for you, sir?” I ask. I'm sure he heard my phone ringing. Naked and still damp, I kneel on the bathroom rug, hoping to appease him.

He watches me for a long minute. With one last glance at my phone, he turns away. “Nothing. I'll see you in the morning.”

I feel like he read my mind. Like he saw I was a liar.

And I hate how he's right.