SEVEN - JEN

A BUILDING LIKE THIS ONE never really shuts down. I’ve been known to be dealing with server problems at four in the morning and still there’s someone in a suit knocking about.

Luckily for me, the few people still milling around in reception didn’t notice me. I was glad. I knew I looked dazed, I felt dazed.

I weaved my way through to the door and then I was in the open air. I leaned back against the wall and took deep gulps of air, trying to keep calm.

Had that really happened? Had I dreamed it? The sting in my ass told me it was real. He had spanked me.

A man in charge of billions of pounds, dollars, yen, every currency you could think of. A man with the fate of thousands in his hands. With a click of his fingers he could raze a building, set up a company, hire or fire a hundred people without putting down his coffee. His finger had been inside me.

It beggared belief. How did someone so far down the ladder warrant his attention? Not only his attention but a touch that had given me the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced?

The memory of it sent me floating across the pavement. I stuck my arm out to hail a cab. “Where to, love?” the driver asked through his window as he screeched to a halt next to me.

“Never mind,” I said, walking away to the sound of his swearing.

That was more my usual run of luck. The first time I get a cab hailed in under ten minutes and I forget I haven’t got the money to pay for it.

I walked home with my mind going crazy. I had been brought to orgasm by a billionaire but I couldn’t afford a cab. What did that say about me? Nothing good. I couldn’t even hope to compete with his usual conquests.

I tried to keep calm. He hadn’t hinted that anything else was going to happen anyway. I shouldn’t expect it to. Not after I’d run out of there like a frightened little mouse.

His hard on had dug into my body and I’d known on a primal level that he wanted to fuck me and instead of hanging around to let him, I’d left, not even remembering to take the laptop with me, the whole reason he was having anything to do with me at all.

I had wanted him but the size of that bulge had scared me. He’d know how inexperienced I was the moment he tried to put it in me. Was that why I’d run out of there? Or was it because I was scared by just how turned on he’d made me? It was a depth of emotions I didn’t know I possessed and it had frightened me to feel it.

I got home and small blessings, my housemates were out. That gave me chance to get into my room and get my clothes off. I was burning hot all of a sudden. I tore off my top, yanking open the window to let in the air, my hands starting to shake as if it was happening again.

The sound of his spanking was in my ears, echoing around my head. Sliding down my skirt and panties, I twisted round, craning to see if he’d left a mark. It looked red where he’d struck me. It was real. The dampness of my panties should have been all the evidence I needed.

I looked at myself in the mirror, running my hands down my body. Why would he want someone like me?

It made no sense but there was no denying it. He had wanted me.

It was so different to my one and only experience with men. He was so much more mature, so confident, it was a world apart from what I knew.

What would people think if they found out? That I’d seduced my boss? Like that was even something I was capable of doing.

He had been in charge. Throughout the entire encounter he had been in charge. All I’d done was agree to be spanked. That was all. I could even pretend I’d been forced into it, coerced by a figure of authority while afraid of losing my job if I refused. It wasn’t true of course but I could pretend, at least to myself.

I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes, still too hot to close the window. If I put my hand between my legs I could almost feel him still there, spreading me wide, examining the most intimate parts of me. The thought made me tingle with desire.

He had made me come. That was the simple truth. He had done more to me and for me in a couple of minutes than anyone ever had. I wanted more. I was greedy for more.

I smiled as I thought about things. I needed to get the laptop back. I needed to fix it properly. That gave me an excuse to see him again, to show him I wasn’t a coward, that I could be as bold as him. Because if I had any say in the matter, I was going to be draped over his lap again with my body more than ready for him to explore.

An hour later I was in the kitchen, fixing myself a second night of pasta and salt, a culinary treat without comparison. I heard the sound of a key rattling in the lock downstairs, followed by the noise of Gareth and Sarah bickering as they ascended to the flat. I looked in the pan. There was no way I could get the food through to my room before they appeared.

“Eating late,” Sarah said as she dumped a couple of shopping bags onto the counter top.

“Got stuck at work,” I replied, nodding at Gareth as he struggled through the door with a ladder in his hands. “Been window cleaning?”

“It’s for hanging the bunting,” he replied. “The bunting that apparently is the corner stone of any successful wedding.”

“I didn’t say that,” Sarah snapped back at him.

“Something happened to me today,” I said, trying to stop the argument from escalating. I couldn’t handle the shouting, the room wasn’t big enough and the sound just echoed around, driving me mad.

“Oh yes?” Sarah said, beginning to unpack. “Do tell.”

“I think I might have met someone.”

They both froze, their faces turning to stare at me in unison. “You? Met someone, did she say met someone?”

“She did say met someone.”

“That’s funny because I’m sure our housemate here had no interest in men whatsoever.”

“I know, I thought that if it didn’t have a keyboard and a USB port, she wasn’t interested.”

“All right,” I said, frowning at them. “Forget I said anything.”

“No, no,” Sarah said, shaking her head. “We’re only teasing. Come on then, what’s his name?”

“I’d rather not say.”

“Why? Got a stupid name has he? Peter File? Mike Rotch? That kind of thing?”

“Jonathan Fuck,” Gareth suggested, causing Sarah to roll her eyes.

“That doesn’t even work.”

“Yes it does.”

“No it doesn’t, it’s not even a pun.”

“But it’s got Fuck in it.”

I turned my back on them, draining my pasta before pouring it into a bowl. They were still bickering when I turned to face them again. I was already forgotten about. “The whole point is that the name is a pun, you can’t just shove a swearword in a name like Garry Twat and think that’s funny.”

I wasn’t sure why I thought sharing with them was a good idea. It just gave them something else to bicker about.

I carried my food past them and closed my bedroom door on the sound of their escalating row. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I ate quietly, thinking once again about what had happened to me. I had been spanked by a billionaire.

I went to bed feeling like it was Christmas Eve. I was so nervous and excited about the next day that it was well after midnight before I was able to fall asleep. My last thought was of his hand on my bare ass.