SIX - JEN

I FROZE IN PLACE. I had heard the words but they couldn’t mean what I thought they meant. They just couldn’t. The billionaire boss of Bailey Inc. had just told me he was going to spank me. It couldn’t be true. “Sorry,” I managed to blurt out. “What did you say?”

He sat back in his chair and patted his lap. “I said I’m going to spank you.”

A lightning speed process took place in my head. I could slap him and walk away for even suggesting something so unprofessional, so sexist, so…

Another thought cut in. Do that and I walked away on my job. Someone like him would be able to blacklist me, I’d never get another I.T job in the city. What would happen if I couldn’t pay the rent?

But as I looked at him, an overriding emotion took control of my internal thoughts. I wanted him to do it. I wanted that big hand of his slapping down on my ass. I wanted to climb onto his lap, feel his cock digging into me through his trousers. I wanted it more than anything in the world.

A jolt of electricity ran through my clit at thought of what he wanted to do. “You shouldn’t,” I managed to say but the words felt as weak as the protest in my head. I’d put up a token resistance at least, a chance to see if this was some kind of bizarre test.

“Come over here,” he said, beckoning me slowly.

I got up, unable to disobey him. There was no sound in the universe other than my breathing which I fought to keep in check as I walked slowly around the desk.

He patted his lap again. “Over my knee, please.”

I stood there, unable to move. This was really happening. I took a slow breath, then let it out through my mouth. “Okay,” I said, lowering myself onto his lap.

I felt coated in sweat, burning hot, not helped by the heat coming off his legs as I pressed my body to them, my legs dangling behind him. I was doing it. I was on his lap. It was too late to turn back.

I gasped as I felt his hand on the back of my skirt. He bunched it in his thick fingers, using both hands to tug it upwards, slowly revealing my legs. I did my best to keep calm, glad I couldn’t see his expression. Would he like how my legs looked?

“Beautiful,” he muttered quietly, his finger stroking a line down to my calf. “You look so beautiful.”

My body reacted to the word, wetness forming in my pussy, my nipples stiffening against him.

My skirt reached my hips, exposing my panties. What would he think of them? I had dressed to impress him, choosing thin silky white knickers but I never guessed in a million years that he’d actually see them.

He was looking at them, I could tell he was. His fingers ran along the edge of them, lightly brushing my skin and making me wetter than ever.

Suddenly, he yanked them down to my thighs, exposing my ass. I gasped in shock, feeling the hardness of him start to dig into my stomach. Was I making him hard? And it felt big, even separated from me by so much fabric. It twitched a second later, just as he pushed my legs apart.

My nipples were aching to be touched, my pussy soaking so much it was embarrassing. He’d be able to tell how long it had been just from looking down there.

His fingers slid down my buttocks and settled on my pussy, gently tugging my lips apart, exposing the inner folds. “Incredible,” he muttered. “Even more beautiful than I imagined.”

I shuddered at the sound of his words combined with his touch, my insides yearning for him to fill me. I felt like I was made of nothing but lust, desperate for him to be in me when minutes before it had been an impossible dream to even think of such a thing.

With one hand still resting on my folds, I felt the other move away and a second later a loud smack filled the air.

For a split second I didn’t know what the noise was but then my nerves caught up, the sting in my buttocks racing towards my brain, making me shriek out loud.

He’d spanked me. It had actually happened.

He stroked softly over my buttock for a second before spanking me again, his hand slapping down across the middle of my ass.

My pussy got wetter than ever as his other hand continued to rest just by the entrance to me, not moving, just feeling my heat.

He smacked me a third time, growling as he did so. The sting was still burning into me as he spoke. “Roll over.”

I did as he asked at once, twisting to lay on my back on his lap, looking into his eyes for the first time in centuries.

He looked hungry, his eyes burning bright, that smile still on his lips.

He put both hands on my pussy again, spreading me wide, exposing me to his gaze. He stared down there, examining me closely. “You have the best looking pussy I’ve ever seen,” he said, running a finger down towards my ass. “And so wet too.”

I knew I should have felt shy with him examining me so intimately but his words softened the negative thoughts, making me feel as beautiful as he told me I was. I felt certain he was telling the truth. I couldn’t imagine him lying to me in that moment.

His fingers felt rough, sliding around in my wetness. I watched as he brought a soaking finger up to his lips, sliding it into his mouth a second later. “You taste so sweet,” he said.

His hand returned to my pussy, easing over my clit and making me moan and shift in response. I squirmed on his lap as he nudged his finger lower, pushing it slowly into me, gliding deep, easing the ache I had felt for far too long.

I groaned as he slid into me, his other hand on my clit, stroking it expertly. I arched my back in place, writhing under his motions, unable to believe such a God of a man was doing this to me.

“Oh fuck,” I muttered, unable to keep the word to myself.

“I want to see you come,” he said, moving over my clit with renewed speed. “I want you to say my name when you come. I want you to thank me for your orgasm.”

The finger inside me plunged deeper, touching in just the right place.

“Come,” he growled and my body obeyed before my mind even had chance to think about it.

My back arched rigid, my thighs spasming, my mouth an open gasp of delight as a climax raced through me. “Oh fuck,” I muttered. “Mr Bailey.” I couldn’t say another word, the muscles in my pussy gripping his finger as a second wave of pleasure washed over me. “Th…thank you,” I managed to say when my breath finally returned to me.

I was hardly able to see, it had been so powerful.

His fingers continued to move, slowing gradually, leaving me greedy for more when he finally slid from me, licking his finger while I tried and failed to sit up.

He put his hand in the small of my back, raising me to my feet. I staggered into the side of his desk, a giggle escaping me that I couldn’t control. :I fanned at my face while he watched me with his arms folded.

Then out of nowhere it hit me what he’d done. He’d spanked me. The C.E.O had pulled down my panties and fingered me to orgasm in his office.

I had let down decades of feminism by giving in to the boss’s advances. So why didn’t it feel more wrong?

I felt something tight on my thighs. Looking down, I realised it was my panties.

Reaching up under my skirt, I tugged them back into place, the shyness that had been nowhere to be seen coming rushing back. My pussy still felt wet, throbbing from where his finger had so recently been.

“I have to go,” I muttered, turning and walking away. I didn’t want him to see the look on my face, the guilty expression. I’d acted like a teenage groupie at a gig, not a professional businesswoman. And if I stayed there any longer, I didn’t think I’d be able to resist asking to see his cock. I actually left with my hand clamped over my mouth to stop the words from escaping into the air.

He didn’t say anything when I left, making me feel even worse. If it was a test, I got the feeling I’d just failed. He had played me like he no doubt did with all his women. I climbed into the lift feeling guilty about how fucking sexy I felt. I was halfway home before I remembered I’d left the broken laptop on his desk.