My Dad's Boss(10)

But that hope was dashed a moment later when my phone chimed. It was a  text from Nick: Report to the Principal's Office at 5:00. Don't be late.

Gulping, I wondered how much he'd seen. Just the alarm page? Or the  titles of some of the steamy romances I'd been reading lately-all of  which featured older men and younger women? God, if he'd seen those, I'd  be so embarrassed. So humiliated. But I had to admit, his strict  summons and the sexy promise it held also really turned me on.





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At five o'clock sharp, I headed upstairs. The door was open, and I had  to smother a laugh as I neared. He'd taped a little sign on the door  that read: Principal's Office. This was either going to be really  humiliating or really fun.

Or both.

Rapping my knuckles on the door, I peeked inside. Holy shit, he was  wearing a suit. My jaw dropped as I looked at him sitting behind his  desk, peering at me over his sexy black glasses. His dark charcoal suit  elevated him to being the most handsome man I'd ever seen outside of a  movie or TV show.

"Ms. Davis. Have a seat."

Suppressing a nervous giggle, I sat opposite him. He needn't have  bothered putting the "Principal's Office" sign on the door. Just sitting  across from him, with him looking so intimidating and hot, was enough  to set the mood. I was genuinely nervous, apprehensive, excited, and  turned on. All rolled into one.

"I'm sure you know why you're here."

"Umm …  no, Sir, I don't."

He frowned at me, his piercing eyes glaring at me from over his glasses.  "You're here because of your inappropriate reading material."

Oh god. How much had he seen? What did he think of it all?

"Do you think those naughty stories are appropriate in a workplace environment?"

"No, Sir," I said.

"Give me that device."

Oh no. This was just too humiliating, but the blood pulsing between my  legs suggested that part of me was very excited by this sexy little  role-play. I passed it to him across the wide desk.

He flipped it on, and my face reddened. Hell, I'm pretty sure my whole  body reddened. It was agonizing, watching him swipe through the stories I  knew were loaded on there. He kept alternating between looking at the  screen and looking up at me over his glasses. Soon, I was squirming in  my seat.

Nick cleared his throat. "This one features a professor and his naughty  young college student." He swiped at the screen again. "And this one is  about a boss and his naïve young secretary. And here's one with a young  woman falling for her father's best friend. I'm sensing a theme here."

He was staring at me, so I said, "Yes, Sir."

"So here's my question, Ms. Davis. Are these the kinds of stories that  you've always been turned on by? Or has this fascination with older men  and younger women been a more recent interest?"

Holy crap, he was enjoying making me squirm. "Both, actually."

He flashed his sexy, crooked grin at that. "And why do you like stories like these?"

"Because they're hot," I blurted out, but he just looked at me over his  glasses, waiting for me to continue. "And …  I like how confident the  older man is. How sexy. How he can teach her things. Make her feel  things she's never felt before. Make her experience things she's never  done before."

"Like being spanked over a desk?" He cocked an eyebrow at me, and I felt moisture pool between my legs.         

     



 

"Yes. Like that."

"Bringing this kind of material along when you're supposed to be working warrants another spanking, wouldn't you say?"

Oh god, he was going to make me admit that I wanted it? But I did. There  was no denying it-to myself. Saying it in front of him was an entirely  different matter. Finally, I spoke in a small voice. "Yes, Sir."

"Tell me you want it."

I took a deep breath and looked down at my hands. "I want you to spank me."

"Eye contact, Ms. Davis."

Shit, he was really making me squirm now. Gathering my courage, I looked  directly at him. "Please, Sir, I've been bad. Will you give me the  spanking I deserve?"

"Gladly," he said, the gleam in his eye growing bigger by the moment.

Seconds later, I was bent across his desk, like before, but this time,  he immediately flipped my skirt up. I was wearing pale pink lace bikini  briefs, and his fingers slipped under the waistband, making me moan.  "Hold still," he said, his voice low and husky, and then he tugged my  panties down to my upper thighs.

The cool air made my skin tingle, but I swear, I could also feel the  heat from his eyes on my bare ass. And then he touched me, placing his  large hand on me, rubbing. And then pinching, making me jump.

"Count," he said, like he did last time.

And I did. He gave me fifteen again, and by the time he was done, I was  squirming and grinding against the edge of his desk with shameless  abandon.

He trailed his fingertips lightly over my punished flesh. "Did you like that?"

"Yes, Sir. But … "

"But what?"

"I want more."

"More spanking?" He sounded surprised.

"More of you," I replied, and I straightened up, turned toward him, and  wiggled out of my panties. Part of me couldn't believe I was doing this,  but I wanted this so badly. I wanted him so badly. It still seemed  unbelievable that a man like him could be here with me. Could want me as  much as I wanted him. At least I hoped he did.

His voice was low and husky. "Are you sure, Cassie?"

And this wasn't a role-play anymore. This was real. He was real, and  amazing and I wanted him so badly. With slightly shaking hands, I pulled  my shirt off over my head. And then I reached behind me, unhooking my  bra. "I'm sure," I said.

He stared at me. At my face, to make sure I really meant it. And then at  my body. At my breasts, my stomach, my trimmed mound, my legs. And then  he kissed me, kissed me hard, so hard that I almost lost my balance,  stepping back until I felt the desk behind me. Placing a hand there to  steady myself, I kissed him back, sinking my free hand into his hair.

Oh god, his hands …  his hands were everywhere at once. Cupping my sore  ass cheeks. Tweaking my nipples. Running up and down my thighs. And then  one long finger pushed in between my legs and stroked my clit.

"Yesssss," I moaned against his mouth, my head tilted back. Then he  moved his lips against my throat, kissing, licking nibbling. He kept up  the pressure on my clit, and tremors of pleasure snaked through my body.  "Please …  I need you inside me."

Nick responded by lowering me onto the desk, bending with me, his lips  finding an erect nipple. He teased me, biting gently, sucking, as he  reached one arm up across the desk. Even through the waves of pleasure  radiating through my body, I registered what he was reaching for. A  condom.

He straightened up and tossed the little foil packet on my stomach. "Are you sure you want this?"

"Two hundred percent sure," I said with a moan.

"Then touch yourself while I undress. Show me what you do after you read those naughty stories."

Blushing, I ran my hand down my stomach, toward my core. I was  embarrassed to do that in front of him, but I didn't want to close my  eyes. Not when he was busy tearing off his clothes.

Gingerly, I grazed up and down my slit with my fingers. His gaze …  seeing  the lust and longing there made me so damn wet. I could feel that  moisture now as I stroked myself. And then I zeroed in on my clit. I  couldn't help it. I was so turned on.

Nick had his shirt off, and I moaned deep in my throat, seeing his  muscular chest again. I stroked myself faster when he unzipped his pants  and stepped out of them. Staring into my eyes, he put his thumbs under  the waistband of his underwear. "Come," he said simply, and when he  lowered his boxers, freeing his massive erection, I did.

Writhing on the table, I barely noticed when he put the condom on, but  when he moved up between my trembling thighs, I reached for him. His  eyes blazed at me for one long moment before he plunged inside me.         

     



 

I was so wet that he thrust all the way in, filling me, making me  scream. God, it felt amazing. It had been so long since I'd done this.  He barely fit into me, but it felt amazing. He seemed to think so, too,  his head thrown back, the muscles in his neck tense.

And then he began to move as I brought my knees up and squeezed myself  around him. It felt incredible, the way he parted me. Filled me.  Completed me.

He reached down to tug on my nipples, never breaking eye contact. His pounding intensified, and I knew he was getting close.

"Please, Nick … "

"Please what?"

"Please bend me over the desk. Like you did for the spankings. I want you to finish that way."

Lightning quick, he pulled out. Before I could even groan from the loss  of the delicious sensation, he flipped me over, and plunged back into  me, this time from behind.