Chapter 14

14

June

"You've gotta be kidding me," I cry as the elevator screeches to a halt.

He caught me. I knew he would. I knew he was fitter than me and that he could easily keep up with me. I also realized he was allowing me to pull ahead on the landing. I sensed he was having too much fun. And truth be told, so was I. I could tell the chase was as entertaining to him as actually getting his hands on me.

But I hoped... I could keep up the pretense of the pursuit a little longer. And honestly, it was so exciting. To realize I had his undistracted awareness was heady. I sensed his eagerness, felt his desire build, and couldn't help but respond to it.

And now, in the enclosed space of the elevator cage, I'm so aware of his presence. He's watching me with that single-minded focus that sends a buzz of sensations through me. I'm excited and also, afraid, and yet... I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here. With him.

He slides down until he's sitting on the floor of the cage with his back to the doors and his legs stretched out in front of him. "So where were we?" he drawls.

I shift my weight from foot to foot.

"If I say, I'm sorry?"

He shrugs. "It's a start, but it's not enough,"

"What more do you want?"

"For you to take your punishment." When he pats his thigh, heat bursts to life under my skin. My belly flutters, and my pussy clenches. Oh my god, finally, finally... He's going to give me what I want.

"Take off your skirt," he orders.

I should protest...maybe. But honestly, it doesn't even strike me. I want to feel his big hands on me without any barriers. Skin to skin. My entire body feels like it's about to catch fire. I reach behind, and because my fingers are trembling, it takes me a few tries before I can undo the hook on my skirt. I slide it down so it pools around my ankles.

"Now your stockings."

I shimmy them down my thighs.

"Stop," he snaps.

Instantly, I pause with the elastic digging into the center of my thighs.

"And your panties.

"P-panties?"

He arches an eyebrow at me. I gulp. A pulse flares to life between my legs. Then I slowly slide the plain white cotton briefs I favor down until they meet my stockings. My blouse hits the curve of my waist, so I'm standing over him, with my pussy bared. At least, I shaved. Not that he seems to notice. He gives my core a cursory glance, like it doesn't mean anything that I'm standing there with the most intimate part of myself bared to him. The desultory expression on his face turns me on even more. Oh god. It makes me feel like I have to do more to earn his attention, and I relish that so much. My nipples bead, and the pulse between my legs grows more insistent. Moisture bathes my lower lips, and when his nostrils flare, I'm sure he can scent my arousal.

"Down. On your front. Across my lap. Arse raised in the air."

The command in his voice whips across my nerve-endings. I instantly lower myself across his lap.

"Good girl. "

His approval sends a zing of sensations bursting up my spine. I draw in a sharp breath, and his scent crowds my senses. The heavy muscles of his thighs are like granite under mine. I risk a glance over my shoulder to find he's staring at my backside.

Then, he brings down his hand and it connects with my rump. Pain cracks out from the point of contact. I cry out. Before I can draw another breath, he brings it down on my other cheek, then the first, and the next, again and again and again. Each time he spanks me, my entire body shudders. He's holding me in place with his other arm heavy across my lower back so I can't move. The pain is blinding and grows in intensity. White sparks flash between my eyes. The sensations zing up to my breasts and down to my feet, coalescing in my lower belly. My pussy throbs. My scalp tingles. And when he wallops me again, tears squeeze out from the corners of my eyes. It hurts. It hurts.

And yet, the fact that he's touching me and holding me, and that I'm at the receiving end of his ministrations, turns my knees to jelly. He continues to rain blows on my backside, and the friction of my bare pussy against the thickness between his legs, and the curve of my breasts against the ridge of his thigh, sends frissons of pleasure up my spine. I'm so turned on, I feel the climax pumping up my legs, my thighs. It blooms in my belly, extends to my brain… And he stops. Just like that.

For a second, I stay suspended at the edge. Just a little more, and I'll arrive. Climax. I'll find my relief. I cry out in protest, "Please, please, please, let me come, Sir."

"Hush now," he admonishes me. "Toys should be seen and not heard."

Oh. I blink rapidly. "Am I your toy, Sir?" I ask softly.

"Toys aren't allowed to think either," he warns.

I sense his muscles bunch under me, then he grabs my hips and straightens me so I'm on my feet. He handles my body like I'm a doll, and no-one has ever done that. It's as if I weigh nothing, though my scale says otherwise. It makes me feel small and delicate, a feeling I love. He keeps a hand on my thigh until I'm steady. He's seated, and I'm standing. I should feel like I'm in a position of power, but really, all the control rests with him.

My butt tingles from the spanking. My nipples are still hard. Little jolts of pleasure course through me. Liquid heat trickles from between my legs and his gaze darts there. The more he stares at my pussy, the more turned on I get. I squeeze my thighs together, shuffle my feet, not caring that I must be a sight with my skirt around my ankles and my panties and stockings digging into my thighs. "Please, Sir. Please." I swallow, trying hard not to whine and failing. "I'm sorry I threw the water bottle at you, Sir."

"That's a start." He nods.

"And I'll do anything you want. I'll be a good girl. Please let me come."

He slides his palm around to cup my butt, then hauls me close. Enough that my pussy is at level with his face. He brings his nose close and sniffs my cunt, and it's so hot, so erotic, I cry out, "Oh god." I begin to clutch at his hair, but he slaps my hand away.

"Tuck your elbows into your sides and keep them there."

I instantly oblige. If I do as he says, he'll allow me to come, right? Only, he releases me, then uncoils his frame and stands. Once more, he towers over me. "Put yourself to rights."

What? I stare at him, stricken. "Please, Sir. Please, I want to come."

"Not yet."

"Then... Then when?"

"When I decide it's the right time, and not a moment earlier."

"But—"

He glares at me. I swallow, then straighten my clothes. When I'm done, I tip up my chin. I take in the bland expression on his face. But for the tent at his crotch, which hints at what I know is his exceptionally large, very thick, very erect cock—because I felt it throb under me—he could be coming back from a board meeting.

My fingers tingle. I so want to touch him, and feel him on me, and inside me, surrounding me. More importantly I want him to punish me further. I want him to spank me. And tie me up. And render me helpless. I want him to act out his filthiest fantasies with me. I'd love for him to use me as he pleases. I'd love to please him in any way he desires. Just so long as he keeps his attention on me.

Which means, I have to keep pushing him and baiting him. Enough for him to lose control and forget about that stupid rule about keeping things between us professional. And when he reaches over and slaps the button on the lift so we begin to move, I panic. It's what makes me choke out, "I was wrong to hit you with the water bottle, Sir, and I deserved the spanking, and any other punishment you want to give me, but"—his glare deepens, but before I lose my courage, I manage to choke out—"but only if you agree to my stipulation."

He widens his stance, drawing my attention to his thighs, but I keep my gaze above his crotch.

When he stays silent. I swallow, then square my shoulders and burst out, "When you're ready to give them to me, I'd like"— I swallow. "I'd like at least"—I raise my middle finger next to my forefinger—"two, no"—I add a third finger—"three orgasms."