Chapter 13

Morgan

Fuck keeping it professional.

The longer I was near him, the more I hated this personal vow to myself, and the more my body burned for his touch. I was acutely aware of every aspect of his presence, from the way he occasionally leaned in closer to discuss a point, sending a ripple of desire through me, to the way he said my name like he was savoring the most luscious dessert he'd ever tasted.

It was absolutely maddening.

Glancing at my phone, I made a mental note of the time. I knew I needed to leave soon. Yet, a part of me still hesitated. In a small act of rebellion against my own better judgment, I subtly pushed my phone to the edge of the desk, and I left it there just like I'd done yesterday.

I wasn't certain if I would leave it behind again, but I wanted the option in case I decided to come back for it later. His gaze connected with mine, purposeful and curious, before it flicked back to the phone. He said nothing, but he didn't need to.

We both knew what I was doing.

As the workday went on, I was touched by how Hunter seemed genuinely interested in getting to know me. When the Chinese food arrived, he insisted on paying, saying it was the least he could do since we were using his office. I nibbled at the food, trying to hide how hungry I was.

Since grappling with my student loans and the cost of running a business, there wasn't much left for my own salary, and as a byproduct, food.

When I finally put it down, it was only half empty and my stomach growled. He narrowed his eyes and pushed it back in my direction.

"Eat. Don't be shy in front of me," he said, the inflection in his tone deadly serious.

"Yes, si—" I answered, catching myself before I finished. My cheeks blushed red hot, and I turned my head, hoping to hide it.

I found myself playing with the hem of my sleeve, a nervous habit I had when I was embarrassed, unsure, or nervous. If he noticed, he didn't say anything, which I was grateful for.

His attentiveness made me feel valued and seen. It was both flattering and disconcerting, and I couldn't help but wonder where this mutual curiosity and undeniable attraction would lead us.

I knew where I wanted it to lead.

With your panties down around your ankles and your dress bunched up around your waist…

Oh my god, what was wrong with me?

My face flushed bright red. Hunter's gaze met mine, and I glanced down immediately, trying to hide my embarrassment over the direction of my thoughts.

I glanced at the clock on the wall and started, realizing it was almost eight at night.

"I guess that's it for today," I said, glancing at my phone for a second.

I didn't want to keep it professional. Not really. Not when every fiber of my being was drawn to Hunter in a way that I couldn't rationalize or ignore. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that at the end of the day, I wanted him, and the struggle to fight that desire was quickly becoming more and more impossible.

For so long, I had prided myself on my professionalism, my ability to separate personal feelings from business, but with Hunter, those lines were blurring, and part of me wondered if they were ever really clear to begin with.

With a deep breath, I decided to just give in, to see where this unexpected and intense connection might lead. It was a risk, but something about Hunter made me want to throw caution to the wind.

I didn't pick up my phone. I left it right where it was.

"Yeah, good work today," he responded, not saying anything about it either.

We both stood up and walked to the office door. My mind whirled with possibilities. I didn't know what he was going to do, what he wanted, but I had my guesses.

I would bet he wanted this too.

"Goodnight, Hunter," I said, pausing as soon as I reached the door.

"Goodnight, Morgan," he replied, his gaze locked with mine for several heated moments until I finally looked away. Neither of us reached out to touch each other, but we didn't need to.

We both knew what was about to happen.

I turned and walked away until I was just out of sight. I stood there for a few minutes, looking over my notes and delaying the inevitable. With a deep breath, I turned back to his office, my heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and excitement.

My hands trembled slightly as I knocked on the door. Hunter opened it, but he had an unreadable expression on his face.

"You forgot your phone again, didn't you?" he asked, a slight tilt to his voice that I couldn't quite decipher.

"Yes, I did," I admitted.

"That was very naughty of you, wasn't it?" he murmured, and my heart nearly leapt into my throat.

"Yes…" I replied, my voice hardly above a whisper.

"Yes, sir," he corrected, and I blushed deep before I echoed his words, each syllable feeling increasingly naughty as it fell off my lips.

"I'm going to need to deal with that naughtiness. It would be a shame if your forgetfulness led to other more pressingwork mistakes, wouldn't it, little girl?" he chided, his voice light, but scolding.

"Yes, sir," I replied.

Forcefully, he took my upper arm and led me inside. In silence, he closed the door behind me and slid the lock into place, the click of it sounding like a gunshot in the quiet of the room. My heart palpated in my chest, erratic and entirely too out of control. My palms felt sweaty, yet my clit throbbed like a goddamn drum.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

"What are you going to do?" I whispered.

"I'm going to deal with you in the way that a naughty little slut needs to be dealt with," he threatened, and my face flushed red hot.

"Are you going… going to spa—" I stopped short and immediately glanced down at his belt. I couldn't say the word, couldn't even utter it, but last night it was all I could think about. Would he have really used his belt on me if I'd disobeyed him? Would it have hurt? Did I want him to?

I didn't know.

"Am I going to spank you, naughty girl?" he asked pointedly, and my face blazed so hot that I was surprised that it didn't catch fire.

"Sir," I breathed.

"The answer is yes." Quickly, he marched me over to the desk and stopped short. "Now bend over and put your elbows on the desk."

My breath stuck in the back of my throat. I shivered, but my body obeyed without a thought. My heart pounded in my chest as blood rushed through my ears like a raging river. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I didn't say anything at all.

Without a word, he stepped behind me and placed his hand on my lower back. I jumped at the sudden contact, and he gently pushed me back into place. Then he shifted his hands, pulling them just far enough away to brush against my ass, and I sucked in a breath.

Carefully, he reached down and grasped the lower hem of my dress which had shifted up just enough to reveal the backs of my thighs. My heart pounded faster when his fingertips grazed my bare skin.

I had neglected to wear stockings today. I had meant to, but by the time I'd remembered them, I'd already been halfway to the coffee shop to meet Zara this morning, and there hadn't been nearly enough time to turn around and grab a pair.

"You didn't leave your phone by accident, did you?" he asked.

I swallowed hard and shook my head.

"Use your words, naughty girl," he instructed, and my stomach pitched forward, fluttering with nervous butterflies that threatened to leap right out of my throat.

"No, sir," I murmured.

"You left it on purpose," he stated, and I bit my lip.

"Yes, sir," I breathed, my voice hardly audible. I waited, nervous, aroused, and unsure of what would come next.

"You were hoping for something else, weren't you, my little slut?"

"What?" I asked, waiting on bated breath.

"You wanted my cock, didn't you, you dirty little whore?"

"Sir," I gasped.

"Naughty little sluts like you get their asses spanked bright red before they have to beg for their fucking," he dictated, and his filthy words sent a shiver of arousal coursing down my spine. I couldn't stop my legs from shaking as he slowly lifted my dress, baring my ass bit by bit until he exposed the frilly white lace panties underneath.

When I'd put them on this morning, a deep part of me hoped he would see them, but I'd never imagined it would be like this, not with me bent over his desk about to get my ass spanked.

"These panties are so very pretty, Miss Davis."

"Thank you," I replied quietly, my face burning up with embarrassment.

"They're going to look even prettier around your knees," he continued, and my breathing stuttered as his fingers flicked beneath the thick white hem of my underwear. Carefully, he pulled them down and kicked my legs open wide enough so that I felt the elastic waistband dig into my thighs.

I wailed, turning my head to look back at him, while knowing that all my naughty bits were on obscene display. Almost like he wanted it to truly sink in, he took a step back and just looked at me.

"So fucking beautiful," he praised, and a warm feeling sprang to life at his words. I didn't understand why, but he made me feel like the most gorgeous woman in the world. All of the other men I'd been with had commented on my thick thighs. I wasn't stick thin like all the models they liked to watch in porn, but Hunter made me feel none of those things.

He just made me feel beautiful.

I shifted, spreading my legs a bit wider. I could feel the weight of his gaze on my naked flesh, and I felt powerful.

He moved to the side of me, and I closed my eyes, reveling in the emotions coursing through me. When his hand brushed against my ass this time, I didn't jump. Instead, I welcomed his touch, wanting more of it.

At least until it left my left ass cheek and spanked me for the first time…

The sound was stark in the quiet of his office, like a gunshot had gone off and was bouncing off the walls all around us. It startled me, and I nearly jumped up when his hand settled on my back, holding me in place.

Then the sting hit me, taking my breath away and surprising me more than the sound. It was sharp and swift, like a wave crashing against a rocky beach, and I bit the inside of my cheek.

It was just a spanking right? I could take it. This was nothing more than a childish punishment and maybe something of a role play, right? He was just doing this to make his dick hard and my pussy wet.

The next smack told me he wasn't.

Sucking my lower lip in between my teeth, I vowed to keep quiet, to not let him know how much his hand stung and how much my clit was throbbing at the thought of getting a real spanking from a real man who was willing to put me in my place.

I should be angry he was treating me like this, that he was crossing the line between boss and employee and that his HR department was going to have a field day when they heard about this, but it was the constant pulse in between my thighs that told me I knew I was lying to myself.

I wasn't angry.

I was fucking turned on.

Even now, I could feel the cool air brushing against the arousal coating my inner thighs. I closed my eyes, and a viciously hard smack to the top of my left thigh snapped me out of my reverie. I bit the bottom of my lip harder, trying to quiet the cry in the back of my throat and failing.

His hand stung.

A lot.

He spanked me hard and fast, ensuring he smacked from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the middles of my thighs. Eventually, there was no keeping myself quiet. Soon I was crying out with every single solitary smack to my bare cheeks.

"I'm sorry, sir," I breathed. My spine arched and his hand on my back pushed me down so that my belly was flush against his desk.

After that, my spanking truly started.

A stinging volley of smacks peppered my bare cheeks, and it felt like I'd been stung by a thousand little bees all over my ass. I cried out, pushing off the desk, but he held me in place with ease. His palm caught just underneath my cheek, and I keened, the pain almost more than I could bear.

I didn't know how much I could take, and I had a feeling that he was going to decide that for me.

My clit throbbed with blatant arousal at the thought, and there was no part of me that knew what to do with that information.

"This big, beautiful ass is going to be bright red by the time I'm through with it, naughty girl," he murmured, and he punctuated each word with a hard spank. I struggled, kicking my feet outward, putting all my weight on the desk, and then he really lit into me.

By the time he finally slowed down, every inch of my ass was on fire, and I simply couldn't focus on anything other than the stinging pain and the thrumming need between my thighs.

"This needy little pussy is soaking wet," he observed, and my wail of shame echoed throughout the room. "Do I need to spank you harder?"

"Sir," I whined.

He slapped my ass viciously hard several times, but each one shot a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit. Then he reached between my thighs and placed three stinging swats directly on top of my clit.

I was so turned on that I nearly climaxed right then and there.

I didn't know why the next words came out of my mouth, but they had already fallen off my lips before I could stop them.

"Please fuck me, sir."

"Do you think you deserve my cock, my naughty little slut?"

"Yes!" I whispered, my voice rasping with my need.

"I don't think this ass is nearly red enough yet," he murmured.

Then his hand bit into my ass, over and over again, so ruthlessly hard that it took my breath away from the start. My panic roiled through me as the sting overwhelmed me. Nothing else mattered but his hand and my bare cheeks.

"I love the way your ass clenches every time I spank you, the way you writhe and moan and pretend that this needy little pussy isn't the reason you're bent over my desk with your panties around your knees," he said, and my cheeks flushed hot.

I hated that he was right.

"Please give me your cock, sir," I wailed.

"Such a needy little slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," I whimpered.

"Then you're going to get spanked like one."

Just when I thought the spanking couldn't get any harder, it did. I writhed and moaned and cried out with every firm smack, but by the time it was finally over, I was breathless with need.

"Stand up," he directed.

I did as I was told, biting my lip nervously. What would he do next? Would he fuck my mouth? Would he free his cock and sink into me with a single thrust?

He did none of those things. Instead, he sat down at his desk, opened his email, and started to type something on his keyboard. I stood there for a moment, confused, with my dress still bunched up around my hips and my panties around my knees.

"Sir?" I asked.

"I have a lot of work to do, little girl," he murmured, and I stood there, feeling needy and more than a little dumbfounded.

He glanced at me and then back to his computer screen. I fidgeted with my sleeve for a long moment, my confusion quickly turning to annoyance. In a rush, I knelt down and pulled my panties back up before I yanked my dress back into place.

My pussy pulsed with incredible need. I lifted my chin with a huff.

What was his deal? Was he drawing out my need? Teasing me? Making me beg for his cock?

Well, fuck him.

Two could play that game.