FOUR - WILL

ANOTHER BOARDROOM MEETING, ANOTHER HOUR of my life gone that I’d never get back. I didn’t even bother contributing, just sat there scowling for no real reason other than I was bored. Bored in the club, bored at work. Bored at home was worst of all.

Last night, I’d stood and looked out of the window, watching the cars moving along the city streets, the tiny ant like people scurrying home at the end of a long day. I felt apart from it all, no longer connected.

I had vacuumed up so much money, there wasn’t a lot for me to do but enjoy it and I had enjoyed it, for a while at least.

I turned away from the window and looked at the space before me. It suddenly seemed very empty, very lonely. Was that the problem? Was the eternal bachelor wanting to settle down? It was an amusing thought, me in a sweater with elbow patches, pipe in the corner of my mouth, ruffling boy’s hair while girl did homework and wifey was in the kitchen baking cookies. Would she bring me my slippers too? Why did thought of family take me back to the 1950s? Maybe I should swap my state of the art sound system for a wind up gramophone. Get the ball rolling.

There had been one flash of excitement that stopped me slumping into a corner. Her name was Jen. I thought about her last night and I thought about her during the meeting. Afterwards I was going down to see that body of hers again.

I had set things up properly this time. I wasn’t going to turn up without a computer like a bloody idiot.

Before going to bed last night, I’d looked up a range of tricky but solvable laptop problems, researching the most common ones for my model and then trying to make them happen.

It was farcical really. I had a perfectly functioning machine and I’d spent three hours in the end knackering it up so it didn’t work. It had been a fiddly job but worth it because now I had an excuse to see her again.

The meeting broke up at ten and I headed for my office, marching so fast I was almost running. People got out of my way, none of them wanting to be the one who slowed the boss down.

With the laptop under my arm, I headed for my lift, swapping for the normal one and then heading down to the basement.

Jen Murphy. Jen. Jenny. Jennifer. Her of the big tits and the soft looking lips. What if she wasn’t there? What if she was out on a job and I had to deal with someone else?

The thought hadn’t occurred to me before but my sabotaging brain happened to suggest that question as I stepped out of the lift. Thanks brain, I thought.

I didn’t like the idea of her working with lots of men. If I had my way, she’d be working in my office, just with me.

She had gotten under my skin in a way no other woman ever had after just one encounter. At the club, I could have clicked my finger and had a girl sucking my dick a second later. That wasn’t interesting. Where was the thrill of the chase? What’s the good of fox hunting if the fox just rolls over and says kill me? Or shooting ducks who can’t fly? I wanted to hunt her, chase her, then catch her.

There’s no fun in keeping if you don’t get to spend time catching. I was going to catch her. If she wasn’t there, I’d just wait until she came back. What were they going to do, ask the C.E.O to leave?

The office was empty again. The only sound was the whirring of the air conditioning and the thudding of my heart as I cursed her for not being here waiting for me. She was already heading towards a spanking.

But she was there. I just hadn’t noticed her. She was at the back in the tiny little kitchen area, making a coffee.

She had her back to me and I was able to stare at her ass without her knowing I was there. She was wearing a more professional outfit than yesterday. A charcoal grey pencil skirt clung to her hips, showing me the exact shape of her ass and making my cock throb with desire at the sight. As she turned around with coffee in hand, I took in her white shirt, boobs straining to be free from it. Fuck, she looked even hotter than yesterday. How was that even possible? She’d done something to her hair but I didn’t know what, I just knew I wanted her more than ever.

“Hi,” I said as she stopped dead, her spoon suddenly clinking against the side of her mug. Her hands were shaking again. She grabbed the spoon and put it on the counter behind her, turning back to see I’d moved closer, stalking her while she’d looked away.

“Hello,” she said, glancing down at my trousers for a second. Could she see the bulge down there? So what if she did. She’d soon get a chance to see it outside my trousers and inside her mouth.

“I brought my laptop down for you.”

“Great,” she said. “I’ll just put my coffee down.”

I followed her to her desk, watching that ass of hers the entire time. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to just grab her and fuck her there and then.

“How long do you think it’ll take to fix?”

“Depends what’s wrong with it,” she replied, glancing back over her shoulder.

“I need one for work,” I replied, snatching up the open one on her desk. She went to reach for it but I’d already closed the lid. “Don’t mind if I take this?”

“N…no,” she stuttered, her cheeks flushing. Was it because her hand had lightly brushed the back of mine when she’d reached out or was it because of how close I was to her?

I could smell her. She smelt good, a perfume that reminded me of roses.

“Can you let me know when it’s sorted?”

“S…sure.”

“Great,” I said, turning away. “Thanks Jen.”

I had to turn away. I’d gone from half hard to rigid as a tent pole and any longer facing her, it would have brushed against her stomach. From where I’d stood, I could see the gap between two of her shirt buttons. I’d caught a glimpse of a lacy bra cup and the swell of her breast and if I didn’t get out of there I’d have to have her.

I stood in the lift trying to calm myself down. What was wrong with me? I was like a teenager lusting after my first crush. I couldn’t stop thinking about running my hands over that body of hers, slapping her ass red for some slight, listening to her shriek of delight when I finally let her come.

I needed to calm down. When I got to my office I went through to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, half expecting it to turn to steam when it hit the heat radiating off me.

I got myself half calm, long enough to sit down and open up the laptop but the sight before me got me hard again in under a second.

She had left an internet window open, no wonder she’d tried to stop me taking her laptop to use. My eyes quickly scanned the text and then I started scrolling up, seeing what kind of story it was that she was reading. It was a fucking hot one.

It wasn’t the greatest work of fiction ever but the thought of her sitting all prim and proper, engrossed in a tale of spanking and sex like this, well I couldn’t wait any longer.

I picked up the phone and rang her number. She picked up at once. “Hello?”

“When it’s fixed, bring it to my office,” I snapped, keeping the excitement out of my voice, not wanting her to know that I knew a secret about her, something I doubted she’d shared with anyone.

“What floor are you on?”

“The fiftieth.”

“Are you easy to find?”

“Should be. Just look for the door marked C.E.O.”

“The C.E.O? You mean you’re Mr Bailey?” She sounded scared, her voice high. No doubt she was trying to think of how she’d spoken to me, if she’d been polite enough. “I didn’t realise. If I’d known-”

“You’d have bumped me to the top of the queue for repairs?” I said, wanting to laugh at how nervous she sounded. “I’m sure you’ll get the job done quickly enough, Jen. Say by this afternoon?”

“I’m not sure…”

Great. Call it six o’clock. Be on time.”

I hung up before she could say anything else. I hoped she was late. I wanted her to be late. It would give me an excuse to show her what spanking was really like compared to in her stories.

I got the feeling she’d never been spanked, that she read those things to fulfil her hopeless fantasies, to learn about the things she’d never tried and might never get to enjoy.

I continued reading the story on her laptop. It ended with anal and by that point I was so hard it hurt. I thought about her swaying little ass, about lifting that skirt, spanking her until she screamed, then soothing her with lotion. And then? Well then taking that ass of hers and making it and her mine, all mine.