Chapter 4

Zazie

This can’t be happening.

My boss’ hand isn’t on my bare bottom about to spank me.

My brain was doing that thing where it was trying to pretend like I was someplace else, anywhere else really, like maybe in my bed just having the naughtiest dream I could have ever imagined.

But it wasn’t.

I couldn’t be imagining the way the rough pads of his fingers were grazing across my bare skin, sending fiery tendrils of desire straight through me that I didn’t want to admit to.

I couldn’t be enjoying this.

It wasn’t making me soaking wet, right? That would be absurd, but as his fingers drifted back and forth, it was getting harder and harder to deny it to myself. I chewed the inside of my cheek, trying to reconcile with my reality.

“I think it’s time we begin, naughty girl,” Murtagh purred, and I had to keep my body from visibly trembling at the sound.

“We don’t have to do this,” I tried, and he chuckled softly. Then he lifted his hand from my bare backside, and I stiffened.

This wasn’t happening.

Oh my God it was.

His hand slapped my bare backside, and I yelped out loud, the sound itself far louder than I’d expected. I didn’t know what I’d imagined it would sound like, but it was deafening, almost like a gun had gone off indoors.

It was such a loud clap, that I almost worried that people walking by on the street might be able to hear and somehow know what it meant. That they’d know I was bent over my boss’ desk getting my bare bottom spanked, and I shivered hard, only for the second smack to follow.

This was so happening, and it hurt.

Like I had been stung by a thousand bees all in the same spot.

Or like I’d stumbled and fallen into a sizzling hot campfire, bottom-first.

Or like I had sat down on a hot metal bench in the middle of summer, or like I’d been prickled by a thousand needles all converging in a single point.

Okay, maybe that was all a bit of an exaggeration, but it hurt far more than I thought it would.

Murtagh spanked my bare ass for a third time, and I fought against the desk, but it was just as useless as it had been before. I wasn’t going anywhere, not until he decided to let me up.

“Please, be reasonable!” I wailed.

“I am, Zazie. I could call the cops and they’d cart you off to jail, but I’m showing you mercy by giving you a bright red bottom instead,” he answered quickly, and I gritted my teeth, trying to be strong.

I could do this. It was just a spanking. That was all this was.

Then the spanking truly started.

I had thought it had already, but that was just a few hard swats. Now, Murtagh’s palm had somehow turned into a paddle, spanking from the very tops of my cheeks all the way down to the lower curve of my ass and then further still. I danced from foot to foot, but it didn’t help.

Nothing helped really.

I was just a bad girl who had gotten caught stealing and now was getting her just desserts, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

The searing pain scalded into my bare flesh with every smack. He focused on the lower curve of my bottom right where it met my thigh, and my eyes nearly burst out of my head at the fierce sting that came with it.

“Please,” I whispered, but the punishment didn’t stop.

Instead, his palm turned harder, the swats fiercer, and my whole world narrowed down to two things.

My scalded bare ass. And his hand.

Nothing else mattered. My fingers dug at his desk but found no purchase. When I reached back to try to protect my bare backside, he pinned my wrists behind my back, leaving me completely helpless as he paddled me raw.

At first, I tried to take it gracefully, thinking maybe if I did that, he would grant me mercy, but soon enough, it was too much, and I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I cried out when he spanked the back of my thigh.

How long could this go on for?

I sniffled as a particularly hard strike to the lower curve of my ass made my eyes water. Was he going to make me cry? Wait—was that his goal?

“Please, sir,” I whispered. I figured he would like the word ‘sir’. He was definitely being very authoritative. “I’m sorry!”

“Not yet, you aren’t, naughty girl,” he scolded, and I keened as his hand somehow got firmer than ever. Each smack rattled me to the core, and a fresh wave of panic washed over me.

I didn’t know how much longer the spanking lasted. It could have been seconds, minutes, or even an hour. All I knew was that it hurt, and I was one very sorry girl by the time it was finally over.

“Now, little thief, are you going to make the mistake of stealing from me again?” he asked, his tone expectant, and I was already shaking my head before he finished talking.

“No, sir,” I replied as quickly as I could. My ass was on fire. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to sit for the rest of the day, and my face flushed just thinking about it.

“Good,” he said softly.

I made a move to press up against the desk, but his hand remained solidly against the middle of my back.

“Can I get up now?” I managed, but he didn’t reply. Instead, he used his foot to kick my legs wide apart, fully exposing my pussy. My face heated to molten levels, and I couldn’t help but gasp in surprise.

“Your spanking is over, bad girl, but your punishment isn’t,” he drawled, and my pussy clenched hard.

“Sir,” I whispered, but his fingers flitted along the length of my inner thighs, sliding easily along the copious wetness between them.

“You’re dripping with desire, little thief. I think I’m going to have to deal with this naughty little pussy too,” he rumbled, and my clit pulsed to life almost as though his voice was a conduit straight to it.

His fingers slid closer and closer to my pussy, teasing me gently with a tender touch I hadn’t known him to be capable of until that very moment. I wanted to fight back. I wanted to tell him to stop. I wanted to tell him all the things a twenty-first century woman should if a man had just spanked her bare bottom and was now about to touch her pussy, but I didn’t do any of those things.

Instead, my body just answered for me by arching into his touch, almost like I wanted it.

Truthfully, I didn’t know what I wanted.

Right now, I felt more alive than I’d ever felt in my life. Every nerve in my core was thrumming with sensation. Even though my mind and my body were at odds, a part of me wanted this more than anything.

I arched my back and his fingertips brushed against my wet slit for the very first time. My breath stuttered as raw pleasure coursed through me, far more powerful than I’d ever known.

Sure, I’d masturbated before, but it hadn’t felt anything like this. Had I even known what I was doing? Apparently not, because nothing I’d ever felt made me feel crazy like this.

Nothing until Murtagh.

His fingers had already centered over my clit. I didn’t need to tell him where it was. He already knew.

Slowly, the pads of his fingers slid over my sensitive bundle of nerves, awakening every inch of my body with lightning bolts of sensation. My legs trembled and my thighs squeezed together as far as they could, which wasn’t much. His foot was still there to keep them wide apart.

His knowledgeable touch played me like a fiddle, building my desire in ebbs and flows, up and down until my eyes were nearly rolling back in my head. I struggled to draw in every heated breath, and just as I was about to tumble over the edge into a vat of white-hot bliss, he pulled his hand away and a piercing bolt of denial raced through me.

With a sharp gasp, I arched my hips, trying to follow the path of his hand, but he held it just out of reach.

“Such a needy girl,” he whispered, and my heart hammered in my chest like a goddamn drum.

“Please, don’t…”

I wanted to tell him not to stop. I wanted to tell him to touch me again, but I stopped mid-sentence because his hand came back and my whole world faltered.

The pads of his fingers were the most heavenly thing I’d ever felt. They were warm and rough, and they knew exactly how to play my body until I was on the edge of orgasm, only for him to pull away again.

“Noooo…” I breathed, my hips arching as though I could follow him. He edged me again, and my entire body felt like it was on the precipice. Unreleased sensation tingled in the tips of my fingers and the ends of my toes, so much so that I practically felt like I could levitate right off the desk.

“Please, come back,” I begged.

I couldn’t take this much longer. The spanking had stung, but it was over now, and this felt that much worse. It was like my own body was punishing me at his whim.

“What do you need, little thief?” he pressed.

“I… need… I need… to come…” I finally managed, and I heard him shuffling behind me and then the telltale sound of his zipper being lowered.

I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I was still a virgin. Maybe that would have stopped him, but my body didn’t want him to stop.

I didn’t want him to stop.

“Then you’re going to come with your naughty pussy full of my cock, little thief,” he declared, and my body would have pitched forward if not for the desk holding me up. My hips rolled, and I looked back over my shoulder.

His jade green irises had turned as dark as a lush forest, his pupils so blown out that his gaze was nearly black. His eyes locked onto mine, holding them captive as the head of his cock brushed against the entrance of my pussy.

I stilled, suddenly nervous.

“This is going to hurt, little one, but then you’re going to come hard for me as I finish your punishment with my cock,” he promised, and my core nearly vibrated with desire.

All of a sudden, my panic spiraled, and I found myself speaking out loud without intending to.

“It’s my first time,” I squeaked, and he stilled.

“I know, little one,” he said softly, and I closed my eyes, not sure what had given it away, yet somehow, I felt more secure now that I knew that he knew. Slowly, he pressed forward, just enough until he brushed against the barrier of my virginity.

His hands wound around my hips, his thumb trailing back and forth in a soothing motion that lulled me off the edge of fear and back into a more stable place.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered and just when my body slumped against the desk, he thrust forward with one brutally hard motion. His cock speared through my hymen, taking me as his, once and for all. My mouth opened with a silent scream as a wave of pain rolled over me, one after the other until I squeezed my eyes shut.

“It’ll pass, little one.”

He was right. In moments, the searing pain was fading, only to be replaced by the same fervent desire that had been boiling through my veins just seconds before. But dear lord, was he big, and my body knew it.

My pussy felt like it had been split wide open by a goddamn wine bottle, but that couldn’t be right, could it? The painful stretch slowly turned from agony to delicious pleasure as the seconds ticked by, and soon enough, my body was simmering with heat once again.

When I was ready, I pushed back a little on the desk.

Slowly, he pulled his cock out of my pussy. With a gradual pace, he pressed back inside me. He picked up the cadence almost leisurely, which in turn made my body go haywire.

Ravaged by both pain and pleasure, every nerve in my body was on the edge of firing all at once. It took no time at all for him to build me up to where I was before, and he wasn’t even touching my clit this time.

Only once I was practically writhing beneath him did my fucking truly start.

He pistoned into me with enough force to move the desk. His hands wrapped around my waist, holding me in place as he pounded into me, taking everything that I had and then some as he punished me with that cock.

He thrust inside me so deeply that I could practically feel it in my throat, brushing against a place that made my whole world glitch in an instant, and suddenly I was coming before I realized what was happening.

My body jerked hard as a scream emerged from deep inside my throat. White hot bliss furrowed through my every limb, setting my soul on fire and burning through me in one wave after another.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I writhed beneath him. He kept fucking me just as hard as before and my orgasm sputtered so high up into the clouds that it made me dizzy.

Like a rocket ship, my head burst up into the sky and every muscle in my body tensed with mind-reeling pleasure. I screamed from the moment it started until the moment it ended.

He didn’t stop there, either.

Instead, he kept fucking me like a feral beast, every thrust shattering a tiny piece of my soul. I held on as long as I could, but then I was coming again, and time seemed to slow as every bit of me fractured into little shards of glass.

I screamed until my voice went hoarse, and then I screamed some more.

His thrusts never slowed. He mounted me like a wild animal, and I came like one, writhing and pleading for mercy beneath him as he fucked me.

I didn’t know how many times I came, I just knew that it was a lot. Far more than I’d ever come in my life.

I came so many times that I started begging him to come with me.

On the verge of passing out, I begged.

“Please. Please come with me, sir.”

My eyes watered as my muscles throbbed with sensation, every nerve in my body in overdrive, firing over and over again, and I worried I would soon cry. His pace quickened, and his grip on my hips tightened as he thrust into me with the feral speed of a lion in heat.

Then he roared, and the searing heat of his seed bursting into me burned me from the inside out. I keened, the feeling of it forcing me into one final climax.

I broke with that last orgasm. My vision blurred, and I closed my eyes, just losing myself to the soaring sensation of it all until the world collapsed around me.

It was glorious.

When it was over, my whole body pulsed with painfully delicious euphoria.

“Do you feel like a well-punished little thief?” he purred, and my head lolled to the side as he slowly pulled out of me and gathered me in his arms.

“Yes, sir,” I breathed, and I curled up in his lap. For a long time, he held me, and I allowed myself to enjoy his warm embrace as my head slowly came back down from the clouds.

“Good.”

When I was finally feeling like myself again, at least as much as I was able, I shifted in his arms.

“I should get home. It’s late,” I whispered.

“Not yet, little one. I’m enjoying myself.” he replied, his arms tightening ever so slightly, as if he was reluctant to let me go.

The minutes turned into hours, and I had long ago settled more comfortably in his lap, like I lived there now.

Finally, with a lingering glance, I stood up, disentangling myself from his lap. “I should really go now,” I said softly, the reluctance evident in my voice. I disentangled my panties from the one ankle they’d ended up on and arranged my skirt down as best as I could, thankful that it was long enough to hide my scalded backside and my torn tights. Once I was presentable, I looked up to see that he was watching me.

“Until next time,” he said, the words carrying a subtle promise that made my core spiral with heat even after what he’d already put me through. He stood up and walked me out of his office into the shop, all the way to the front door before he grasped my upper arm and pulled me back against him.

He gazed back at me, a small smile on his face. “I will be seeing you again in the morning, won’t I?”

“Yes,” I blushed.

“I will expect you bright and early, my little thief. I wouldn’t want to have to punish you again tomorrow,” he whispered, and a lightning bolt of pleasure pierced right through me at the prospect of his touch on me once again.

“I’ll be here,” I grinned, and I turned out the door and in the direction of home. As I walked, I looked back over my shoulder to see him watching me. A billowing wave of warmth passed through me.

I didn’t really know what to make of the two of us. Were we a thing now? Was there the possibility of something more between us other than just boss and employee?

When I finally reached home, I walked through my front door with my heart high and my hopes even higher.

But then they all came crashing down.

Lying there on the living room floor was my grandmother. In any other place, she would have looked peaceful, like she was just resting and waiting for me to get home, but the closer I looked, the more I came to realize that something was very wrong.

I rushed over to her, hesitantly reaching out to shake her awake, but her body was cold, and I started screaming, the sound barely carrying since I’d mostly lost all my voice from being with Murtagh.

I didn’t call the police, and I didn’t call an ambulance. All I could think to do was call my brother.

“Is there anyone in the apartment?” he demanded.

Confused, I shook my head.

“Zazie,” his voice was firm now, frightened. He hadn’t seen me shake my head, of course. He probably wondered if I’d passed out. “Zazie, is there anyone else there?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Hide under the bed until Ryan and I get there. We’re on our way,” he told me, and I blinked and then did what he said, slowly pulling myself away from her lifeless body and under my own bed, where I laid, numb and afraid.

Grandma had always looked like a heart attack waiting to happen, but he still had sounded surprised. He sounded like he was certain that it wasn’t anything natural, that it couldn’t be. That there was something else.

The tone in his voice made me think of fire.

And screaming.

I shook under the bed, in the fetal position, until Zach raced to me and pulled me up until I was sitting. The police were here, their blue and red lights flashing in the night.

“Pack everything. We’re leaving,” Zach ordered me, pulling me to my feet. His boyfriend, Ryan, would wear a serious expression to his own birthday party, so as he began to look through my closet for a suitcase, I felt like I was about to pack for my own funeral.

I was, of course, confused. My grandma was dead in the living room, and now I had to go somewhere? I had things to do? Besides crying? It seemed impossible, and my brain was rejecting this whole event. “What? Where?”

“We’re moving. Now. Move it.” He pointed to random shit in my room.

I looked over at my brother who had, to my incredulity, the look of immediate danger written all over his face.

I didn’t like that expression, and I didn’t like what it meant. Grandma had said that if she told me to go, then I’d have to go fast.

But she wasn’t here anymore. Now it was Zach saying that.

I thought she was just being a crazy woman. Overly cautious. Paranoid.

Yet Zach wasn’t any of those things, and he seemed very adamant that we might be in danger.

I blinked but then moved into action as I sobbed and tried to force back the tears so that I could see what I was even doing. I tried not to think.

“We’re moving somewhere safe,” he told me firmly, and I could hear the resolve in his tone.

Just like that, my world was no longer the same. It was no longer normal.

My time with Murtagh was over. I had to go live with Zach. My whole world had changed overnight. I didn’t understand it, and I didn’t want to. Something inside of my brain—no, my soul—simply told me to listen to Zach and to be quiet about it.

And so that’s what I did.