Chapter 6

The next week is spent in a similar fashion, her ‘taking notes’ at some point during the day, me always mixing it up, never at the same time. It keeps her wondering, wanting. I’ve also had Vicky and Grace in my office to help me out with things too, but genuine things, actual work-related issues that fell within their skill set. But after I’d seen her eyes dart between me and Vicky when I first called her in, I have to admit, I caused additional problems, or ‘failed to understand’, so I had to call them back in. Kara’s jealousy flared every time, a boost to my ego, sure, but it meant more than that to me, it meant maybe she liked me more than this, more than just the filthy fun we had daily, maybe she wanted more. And that was still something I needed to talk with her about.

And I would. During our date tonight. Yes, a date. I’d asked her after yesterday’s spanking. Soothed her arse with kisses, then looked up at her, asked if I could take my beautiful girl to dinner. Of course, she’d first asked if I wouldn’t prefer to take Vicky or Grace, slipped away from the hands that I was running up her thighs, the cute pout that accompanied the question once again revealing her jealousy. That huffy little strop would be the reason for her spanking today. Not that I ever need to look for reasons, she’ll always do something during the first hour of work to earn one. My gorgeous spanking addict, not wanting to go a day without my attention.

For anyone else, the fact I asked her to dinner would tell her I wanted more, but not for her. She’s so timid, so unsure of herself, that she’ll instantly have assumed it’s part of this whole game we’re playing. It’s not. I want her for so much more. To the point my feelings are actually quite scary. I’ve never felt like this before.

Today is going to be tortuous. Head office are in first thing, I’ll be tied up in meetings all morning, and I’m going to miss being able to feast my eyes on Kara. It’s partly why I asked her out for tonight, a week of keeping her right on the edge and a bastard of a meeting for me, and I think we’ll both need to relax. Of course, I’m not expectant of anything other than dinner tonight. As always, I’ll be led by her, what she wants. We communicate, consent, ask, answer, reassure at all times. I am however, hoping it ends up back at my place where I can at least tell her how I feel. What happens after that is up to her.

The building is quiet this early. In fact, everywhere is quiet this early. The drive in was traffic free, the queue at the tiny café on the corner non-existent, and the old building, almost silent. Almost. There’s a quiet humming as I step onto the office floor, not an air-con kind of humming either. A person kind of humming.

For a minute I wonder whether I’m actually awake or just having one of those hyper-realistic dreams where I’m about to come face-to-face with something truly awful, or whether I’m actually here and about to meet the resident ghost of a woman who died sixty or so years ago when an old theatre stood on this site.

Following the humming, though, it becomes apparent I’m both very much awake, and the woman humming is very much alive. She’s also probably still got my handprint from yesterday afternoon across her arse cheek.

I can’t help but smile as I approach her cubicle. “What are you doing here?”

The smile she gives instantly warms places within me, lights up my entire day. She looks gorgeous, hair tied up in a messy bun, a deep blue wrap dress showing off her curves and those eyes. I could get lost in those eyes.

“You said today was going to be a stressful one, that you’d be getting a ridiculously early start. I thought I’d get in early and see if there was anything I could do to help.”

And there it is, the essence of who Kara Penrose is – a beautiful person, inside and out.

“I’m not sure there’s much either of us can do. Thank you, though.”

“So, if there’s not much even you can do, what are you doing here so early?”

It’s a good question, it really is, and I’ve not got much of an answer for her other than I felt like I should be here.

“To go over the facts and figures, check over the presentation once again, I don’t really know. I just felt like I should do something.”

“You thought you should be here stressing is what you mean,” she smiles. “What I’m hearing is that everything is done, you’re all set. Right?”

I nod, let her manoeuvre me to her chair and sit me down on it. “Yeah, it’s just checking for checking’s sake.”

She moves behind me, starts massaging my shoulders. “You need to relax. Stress isn’t good for you. You don’t want one of your headaches before you’ve even started the day. It will just put you in a bad mood, leave you tired, and then staring at a screen all day will be even more hell than usual.”

I love the fact she knows me so well. I also love the way she’s now scraping her fingernails across my scalp, the sensation sending tingles throughout my entire body. Though not as much as when she leans down and kisses my neck, when she bites gently on my earlobe, breathes into my ear.

“Maybe there’s another way I can help you relax.”

She dances away, twirling her dress as she goes. It’s when she stops and looks back, a glint in her eye, that I realise she’s untying the belt. And as it slithers to the floor, as she stands in the middle of our workplace in nothing but her panties, I’m on my feet and stalking toward her in a flash.

Fuck. Would she? Is she? Is really going to play out my fantasy right here and now? Allow me to have her over my desk? Fuck. If I hadn’t already fallen for her, I would have in this moment.

“My office. Now,” I growl.

She turns, runs for my door, and I grab her dress from the floor as I follow. My cock solid as I watch her, as I see her glance over her shoulder as she crosses the threshold, a bite of her lip then a grin lighting up her face.

She stands in my office as I lock the door, looks nervously around, clearly knowing this is dangerous, that it could destroy us both if we get caught. Except in this moment, I don’t care, and as soon as I smile at her, let her know I’m all in, neither does she.

She shimmies out of her underwear, moves behind my desk, takes a seat on my office chair, a leg over each arm, displaying herself to me, presenting herself. Fuck, she’s going to be my undoing, so needy, so willing, so fucking wet already.

“I want you,” she breathes, fingers slipping between her folds.

And this is it, we might have a master-submissive relationship, but right now she’s even more in charge than normal, and she never even realises the power she has over me. We’ve never done more than kissing and spanking in here, but today she’s raised the stakes, and I can’t control myself. I’m on my knees in seconds, face buried in that glistening pussy, tongue working her clit, fingers pushing inside, curling forward, wanting, no, needing her to come. I work her hard, giving all I have until she’s writhing and bucking in my chair, her moans loud in the quiet of the office. She’s close, more than close, she’s there, but like the good girl she is, she knows she needs permission to let go, to come. Usually, I make her beg, love to hear her desperation, but today I need my release too.

“Come for me, slut, come all over my fingers, my face, I want to taste you. Now.”

I hesitate, ashamed at the word that just slipped out. I’ve never called anyone a slut before, and it makes me pull back a little.

“Don’t stop. Please, I need this, sir. Tell me to come again, just like that.”

She pulls me back to her, hand gripping my hair, wanting, needing, and as I repeat myself, she comes, clenches around my fingers, her clit pulsates wildly under my tongue, and she moans, wild and uncontrolled.

“Don’t stop, please. I want more.”

She’s turned on by it, by my filthy mouth. Fuck, and she’s responsive too, such a good girl, as sweet and lovely as much as she is submissive and sexy. And I adore both sides of her. Right now, though, her submissive side is going to need to be all in for what I want.

“Stand,” I order, and she does, legs still trembling, chest flushed from her orgasm, its evidence of is all over my face.

She does as she’s told, her eyes lowered to the ground, waiting, knowing I’m toying with her, knowing I’m not done. She pushes her thighs together, a sign she’s still needy, still desperate for more, needs that pussy punished until it’s raw. And I’m in the mood to do just that.

I lift her chin to look at me, “Who owns you, slut?”

Her eyes flash, desire and longing, and utter submission. “You do, Sir.”

“You want to try something … more?”

No hesitation. “Yes.”

It floods my body with heat, knowing I own her, that she’s mine. My pulse kicks up a notch, breath coming faster and faster as my cock pushes against the confines of my clothes. Knowing she’s mine to do with as I please, knowing she’s right here with me in this fantasy, willing to explore our darkest desires, it only turns me on further.

I grab her hair, knowing already how much she loves it, and bend her over my desk, kick her feet to spread her legs, position her so her clit is right against that hard edge, just like the first time I spanked her. I leave her there then, remove my belt, the ideas running through my head so hot, untamed, unleashed. She doesn’t move, stands willingly in position, just waiting.

“You’re such a good girl,” I tell her, give her the praise she needs, craves. “Belt spanking. Yes or no?”

She looks over her shoulder, gives me a wink. “Yes. Just not the buckle end.”

I run it across the back of her legs, her arse, and she whimpers, knows what’s coming, yet still she remains in place, my faithful girl. Except I’m going to prolong this a little, take a moment to collect a notepad from the drawer, place it next to her hand, a pen on top.

“Write a tally, count those spanks for me, baby.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

The first spank sees her drop the pen onto the desk with a yelp, but with shaking fingers, she picks it back up and makes the first tally mark. When I bring the belt down across her arse cheek again, the shiver that runs through her tells me it’s more pleasure than pain for her. Again and again, I whip that arse, whimpers and yelps, tally after tally, until finally, once it’s flaming red, I soothe the area with a tender caress and kiss after kiss.

Again, I move away, leave her once more bent over, her legs shaky, but still she’s perfectly behaved. She’s so good, always wanting to do her best, to please.

Unzipping my trousers slowly, I stand behind her, rub my rock-solid cock between her arse cheeks, one hand flat on her lower back, holding her in place. I tease her arse, push against it, move away, come back, push a little more. Fuck, I want to push right in and pound away, but not today. Today I want to fill her with my cum. And soon.

She straightens, looks at me over her shoulder.

“You okay?” I ask, her wellbeing my top priority.

She nods but looks away. “I want…”

She’s silent for a second and I kiss her shoulder. “What is it? What do you want, baby?”

She bites at her lip and I run my thumb across it, smoothing the worry away. Her eyes dart to the belt that now sits on the desk. Interesting. But there’s also a nervousness in her I’ve never seen before.

“I’ll give you anything you want. Tell me.”

“What if you don’t like it? What if it scares you off?”

She’s adorable. Needs, like mine, been hidden her whole life. Well, now she can free them all.

“There’s nothing you can say that would scare me off. I promise you. There’s no judgement or shame here, you know that.”

She does, we’ve always been ourselves with each other, learning how to sate each other’s needs as we go. But this, this seems to have her worried.

I pick up my belt and place it in her hands. “You want this?”

She shakes her head. “No. Yes. Erm…”

“It’s okay, just tell me.”

She rubs gently at her throat. “Control me with it.”

Fuck. Okay, I think I know what she wants, but I need to be sure. And if it’s what I think, there’s definitely no judgement from me. It will just tick a whole other fantasy off my list. And this, this will be a test for her, of her trust in me, in whether she believes I’ll never hurt her. I wouldn’t, I know that, have told her I’ll always look after her, but some things we want, well, we both know they push boundaries.

I take the belt from her and position her over the desk once more. This time though, I slip the belt around her throat.

The moan it elicits tells me my thinking was correct, she’s got a lot more kink than I realised, has a lovely little BDSM fetish going on, and I approve.

“Remember, you have a safe word, just because we start, doesn’t mean we can’t stop. Okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

She grinds back against me, relaxes now as she realises I’m not put off by this. If only she knew just how much these thoughts go through my head. But now, with her, maybe we can share this side of ourselves even more, maybe we’ve both been holding back.

I pull gently on the belt, and she rises from the desk, back arching, her upper body supported only by me. Fuck, it’s glorious, her whole body under my control. I can’t wait a moment longer, push inside her, bury my cock deep, right up to the hilt in my girl. I watch her eyes close in ecstasy as her head tips back, moving in and out of her, slowly, taking my time, minutes passing, that clock getting nearer and nearer a time we could get caught.

“Come.” I order.

Another whimper and it undoes me, makes me pull harder as I thrust deep into her. It’s enough to push her over the edge, a glorious string of expletives falling from her lips as she falls apart.

I give her a moment, release her back down, check she’s okay.

“Don’t stop, please.”

Her words make me lose all sense, I’m lost to my urges, and no longer able to contain my need, my desires, and I let my body take over completely.

Still sensitive from her orgasm, her legs shake as I relentlessly pound her, my own orgasm barely contained. It’s less than a minute when she cries out again, screams my name over and over. I’ll punish her for that later, for not asking permission, not waiting to be told she could come, for missing a ‘sir’ just before, but right now I’m too busy taking what I want. And I want to see her face.

I gently let go of the belt, let it fall away as she regains her balance and I turn her, pushing her down onto her back. I lift her legs and wrap the belt tightly around her thighs, secure it, keeping them closed as I slide home. Having her legs together makes it tighter, the friction greater and I know I won’t last long now, but I know I can pull one more orgasm from her before I blow my load deep inside her.

She’s no longer focussed on anything, the pure ecstasy and overwhelming nature of the moment has taken her, her eyes partly closed, mouth open, chest and stomach convulsing with the force of the breath being fucked out of her. Fuck, she looks good like his. Fucked into total submission. Owned. And I do own her. Every last inch of this body is mine. But I hope too that I might one day own her heart.

I know her, what turns her on, and so I play to that, lean over her, bend her nearly in half as her legs, still on my chest, are pushed further over her own body. And then I wrap my hand around her throat, squeeze a little, just enough to bring her from her plane of arousal, to look into my eyes and let out a moan. I feel her start to pulsate, her pussy strangling my cock, so fucking needy. And now I know she’s already on edge, ready to come again, I slow, drag my cock from her, let her feel every ridge, and then pound back in with force, repeating it over and over until I’m barely hanging on.

“Come for me. Now, so I can fucking fill you up.”

Fuck, I feel wild today, no doubt the result of months of friendship, of longing, the last week of only partly giving in to long held desires. I reach between her legs, rub her clit, pinch it, make her buck, make everything even more intense. She’ll not last more than a few seconds now.

When she comes, she comes hard, and I watch the orgasm spread through her whole body. Usually, I’d enjoy the moment, watch it to completion, but today I can’t stop myself following her over that edge, pumping wave after wave of hot cum deep into her, feeling the release, the relief, the all-consuming climax. Heaven. Total heaven.

I release her from the belt binding her thighs, help her sit up, and then fetch a towel from my private bathroom to clean her up. She’s glassy eyed, trembling still, and I guide her to the cream leather sofa along the wall, hold her in my arms. I place gentle kisses over her face, her head, and my hand runs up and down her back, bringing her back, knowing she now needs my care. The overwhelming feelings inside me bubble up, spill out. I can’t help it.

“You were so good today, baby. I love you,” I whisper as she snuggles against me, still a little out of it, but a small smile at least plays on her lips.

“I love you too, sir,” she replies quietly, and my heart can’t quite take it. Do I dare hope this is more than a post-orgasm glow?

We’re lucky, get a full twenty minutes cuddled up together before the first staff wander in and she rushes to get dressed again. It’s perfect, and I can imagine myself curled up with her every night of my life. But right now, I have to send her on her way, back out into the office, to go about her day. But not before I give her one last, lingering kiss, and demand one more thing.

“You can leave the underwear on my desk. I want to know you’re out there all day without any on, ready for me whenever I might want you.”

She takes them off instantly, crosses the room and places them on my desk, and then, with a cheeky grin she heads back to the door.

“It’s fine, you can have that pair, I’ve got a spare,” she calls as she approaches the door. “I’ll pop those on instead.”

“You dare. There’ll be consequences if you do.”

With a final look back over her shoulder as she opens the door, she flashes me one last smile. “Oh no, what a shame.”