“Turn around,” he growls, and I quickly obey.
Obey.
I obey him.
Parker King has always been dominating at work. He’s always been in charge, and now he’s in charge of me in the most personal of ways.
I’m not going to lie: I kind-of-completely love it. I love what he’s doing to me and how he’s making me feel. I love how he’s taking charge of me, of this, of us.
He pushes me against the desk. My hands hit the polished mahogany top.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. I can feel his eyes on me: all of me. He runs his hands down my spine and over the curves of my bottom. Then he squeezes my ass, and I light up. My entire body tingles as he traces every inch of the dress he chose for me.
“I’m glad you like what you see,” I say.
“You know exactly what this dress does to me,” he steps closer and rubs his erection against my ass.
Yeah, I fucking know what it does to him.
“What are you going to do about it, big boy?” I taunt him, wondering how far I can push him, wondering how far I can take this. Right now, it’s not about the dare. It’s not about proving to Stephanie that I’ll follow through. It’s not about any of that. It’s just about him and me and this moment we’re sharing together.
It’s just about the two of us, right now, right here.
It’s just about taking what we should have taken a long time ago.
Parker pushes my dress up and over my hips, revealing my bare bottom to him. He sucks in a breath and I smile to myself.
“No panties?” He swats my ass. “Naughty girl.”
“Just for you. I thought you’d like it.”
“I did have lingerie delivered for you, if I remember correctly.”
“Meh,” I shrug, glancing over my shoulder at him. “I can dress myself, Parker.”
“Looks to me like you can’t,” he says. Then he spanks me again. It’s harder this time, louder.
“Christina will hear,” I say, but he chuckles.
“Good. Maybe she’ll learn a few things.”
He spanks me again and again, warming my skin. Each swat stings, but it’s a good pain. It’s not too serious or crazy or anything like that. I’ve had lovers before who were into BDSM on a deep level, and I get the feeling that Parker likes to play, but it’s not scary with him. Maybe he’ll push me past my limits at some point, but right now? Right now he’s just taking his time with me. Right now he’s just enjoying me.
Teasing me.
Taunting me.
He runs his nails up and down the flaming skin on my ass. My nerves are awake, silently screaming at me for more, more, more.
I want more.
I want everything he has to give, and then I want more.
“How does that feel, darling?”
“Good,” I whisper.
“Spread your legs,” he says. Then he kicks my feet apart with one of his, forcing me to spread my legs wide for him. I’m still bent over the desk, still on full display for him, and I kind of completely love this.
I’ve spent way too much time fantasizing about Parker King. I’ve spent too much time hoping to land in his bed, too much time wanting to be the girl he was thinking about, hoping for, fucking hard.
And now I am.
His hands are on my thighs. He moves them up and down slowly, showing me there are many, many ways he can tease me and today, I think he plans to use everything at his disposal.
“More,” I groan. I’m soaking wet. I can feel how wet my pussy is, feel how much I need him. I need him to fill me, complete me. I need him to give me his cock and give it to me hard.
“More what, darling?” He stands behind me and presses his clothed cock against my ass. I grind up against him, seeking pressure and relief. I need a release and I need it soon. I don’t know how much more I can take before I explode.
“Your cock,” I groan. “Please.” I close my eyes and wiggle, rubbing my ass against him. Parker leans down, reaches around my front, and pinches my nipples through the dress.
“Impatient, aren’t you?”
“I’ve waited years for this moment. Patience is overrated.”
He plays with my nipples and bites my neck, then I hear him undoing his belt.
“Is that right, baby?”
“Yeah,” I run my hands along the top of the desk and wiggle my ass at him, waiting for what I know is about to happen. He’s going to fuck me and something tells me that Parker isn’t going to make this some gentle lovemaking session.
He’s going to make it hurt, make it memorable. He’s going to make this one count.
“Then I’d better make it worth your while,” he says as he slams his cock into me hard.
“Fuck!” I cry out, knowing full well that Christina definitely heard that. The walls aren’t paper-thin, but that was a loud shout.
“Yeah, baby, you like that?” He pulls my hair back, forcing me to look at him. “Tell me, Rose. Tell me.”
“I fucking love it, Parker. I love your cock in me. I’ve wanted it for so long, Parker. More. More, please. More.”
He releases my hair and presses down on my back so my upper-half is flat on the desk. My ass is still in the air and Parker plunges into my wet pussy over and over again. I’m close, oh-so-close, and it’s not going to take much more of this before I’m orgasming in the middle of Parker King’s office.
Oh, fuck.
“Come for me, princess,” Parker whispers in my ear. His breath is hot against my skin and his words made me ache. How long has it been since I’ve come with another person? Hell, how long has it been since I’ve come at all?
“More,” I groan, and he slides his hand between my legs to rub my clit as he continues to fuck me over and over and over again.
“Come,” he says again, and this time, I come.
This time, I explode.
This time, I fly.
He covers my mouth with his hand as I come, muffling the sound of my screams and Parker comes close behind, breathing heavily through his own release.
Then it’s over.
Then that’s it.
I manage to push myself up and turn around to face him. He looks happy, sated. Calm. He looks content.
“Hey,” I say with a shy smile.
“Hey, yourself,” he says, and kisses me again.
We start making out again, still half-dressed, still covered in sweat, when there’s a knock at the door.
“Um, excuse me? Mr. King?” It’s Christina’s voice. “Your, um, your 2:30 appointment is here. Should I, um….should I send her in?”
We exchange glances and both erupt into giggles.
“Give me five minutes, Christina,” he says, and we both hear her sigh of relief.
“Got it,” Christina says, and her footsteps echo in the hall as she heads back to her desk.
“Think she heard everything?” I smirk.
“Guaranteed.”