His tone of voice was uncompromising. “You and that so-called team of yours have been working for me for two months. And what have you got to show for it? I’ll tell you what, zilch, zero. What the hell are you doing in the Think Tank all day? Drinking coffee and polishing your nails?”
He spanked her naked ass once more, even harder this time, the almost unbearable stinging pain shooting through her body. She clenched her hands into tight fists, seriously considering whether to tap out her safe word on his desk.
I can handle this.
Controlling her breathing was all but impossible now, and her nostrils flared wide as she fought for life-giving air, her eyes watering with as-yet-unshed tears. Tyler was totally in control of her, and although it hurt like hell, it turned her on big-time, too.
“Results, Becca. I demand results. Nothing less is acceptable.”
When another stinging slap impacted her traumatized ass, her legs finally gave way. However, a calm, steadying hand to her back stabilized her, making her realize he cared deeply for her and would never harm her. Tyler knew exactly how far he could push her.
“I think that’s enough discipline for now. I hope you’ve learned your lesson and trust the results from you and your team will improve.”
Total silence then ensued for what seemed an eternity. He stood out of her line of vision, and she figured he studied her, forensically assessing his next move. When she heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper being lowered, she knew exactly what he’d decided to do.
As he roughly entered her from behind, her eyes flew wide open and she whimpered against the ball gag as his massive cock filled her pussy. Oh, God, dear God, it felt so good being stretched wide by her Master. His prick felt even larger than usual as he lunged athletically inside her, burying himself balls deep.
It hurt her lungs to breathe as he lay across her back, two hundred and twenty pounds of solid muscle, pinning her to his desk. His hands covered hers, holding them still as his warm breath feathered her neck. Out the corner of her eye she saw him watching her, assessing her response, as he ground himself deeper and deeper inside her.
He breathily whispered against her ear, “You enjoy me taking you, owning you. Don’t dare deny it.”
I don’t. He speaks the truth.
His sheer weight and motion forced her clit against the edge of his desk, making her aware of every glorious inch of him, impaling her, thrusting inside her, filling her so exquisitely, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. A teardrop eventually slipped from the corner of her eye and dropped onto the mahogany desk, and as Tyler continued pounding inside her, her hair wiped it clean away.
Her legs shook uncontrollably as the orgasmic pressure inside her became unstoppable. Her climax when it came was so strong and overwhelming, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and wailed almost silently against the gag, her teeth biting into the hard plastic ball, her fingers flexing and unflexing beneath his. Dear God. He knows me better than I know myself. As her ecstasy continued unabated, her pussy spasmed around his cock, desperately milking it for its contents. He duly obliged, by pumping even harder and biting her ear before finally rearing up, his perfect body arching majestically as he filled her with his life-giving seed.
His weight lay intimately spooned across her back for what seemed an age before he finally lifted from her. She immediately missed his warm breath against her ear and the scent of his expensive cologne as he stood upright.
She should be angry with him. After all, he’d taken advantage of her in his office. I could have used my safe word. He hunkered down and tenderly kissed each butt cheek in turn before hoisting up her panties and rearranging her skirt in a manner more appropriate for work. As she lay stunned across his desk, he unbuckled the leather strap and removed the ball gag from her mouth. Rebecca exercised her jaw several times, trying to restore some feeling.
“Better?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Does your butt sting?”
She reached behind and ran a hand over her reddened rump. “A little.”
He pulled her upright and smiled into her eyes. “It was for your own good.”
For some unknown reason she couldn’t be angry with him, no matter how hard she tried. “If you say so.”
“I do, and by the way, good work on Operation Fire Wall.”
His words were said so nonchalantly that she missed their meaning at first. “Thanks.” Her head suddenly snapped in his direction. “Hey…hold on a moment. How the hell did you—”
He laughed, interrupting her. “I know everything, honey. I have eyes and ears everywhere. What sort of boss would I be if I didn’t have a clue what was going on in my own company?”