She steps close and runs one hand across my chest, grabbing the tie with the other. “Yum.” Her tongue moistens her top lip. “Your nipples pucker nicely in the air conditioning.” A sigh escapes me as she tugs the tie once, then releases it to fondle an aroused peak. “What am I going to do with you, you bad boy?”
I’m unsure if I should answer. All I can say is things are going better than they were five minutes ago, and I don’t want to ruin it by giving a wrong answer. She steps back, releasing my nipple after she draws it painfully from my chest.
“Undo your pants and push them to your knees.” I hesitate and she barks, “Do it!”
I open my belt and unzip my pants. I slide the material over my hips and the trousers bag near my calves. My cock juts out, tenting my boxer briefs.
“Turn around and put your palms on the desk.”
I settle my hands flat on the wood surface, a smile creasing my face as I realize what she’s up to. She intends to spank me. I’ve mixed feelings on this, but I’m willing to let the scene play out. I look over my shoulder to see Heather reach inside the big leather bag she brought, withdrawing a small shopping bag.
“Look down at the desk.” I avert my eyes, curious about what she’s planned. I hear a rustle of plastic and then a rush of air before something solid and firm lands on my ass. Thwack!
“Hey!” I whip around and see a flushed-face Heather, drawing back for a second strike with a ping-pong paddle.
“Shush!” Heather’s dwindling anger comes through in her unyielding tone. “Eyes down.”
The hard, wooden paddle sails through the air and lands on my left buttock. The sting of the smack sends a chorus of sensation to the area. The skin feels tingly and lit up, like blood rushing to redden the flesh.
Her first tap was harder than the second, but if I’m honest, none of them are really painful. She’s not hitting me hard enough to do damage, but enough to get my attention and sear my flesh.
“Push your underwear to your thighs. I want to see that ass.”
I do as she asks, glad I had the foresight to lock the door. The cool air of the office space whispers across my heated flesh. My full prick bobs, pointing toward the desk.
“Very nice.” Heather’s hand smoothes over the left, and then right cheek of my ass. “The gym agrees with you.” She steps to the side while caressing me, leaning slightly to examine my cock. I feel exposed and on display…I like it.
“Your cock looks like you’re enjoying this, Tony.”
I nod, not wanting to break the spell she’s carefully weaving. The paddle sings through the air and lands on my left cheek, drawing a slight sting. “Too much?” she asks.
I shake my head, surprised she asked. “I’m good.”
“Oh no, Tony. You are very, very bad.” She lightly brushes the rubber-coated wood on my other cheek, teasing the sensitive flesh. “And I’m going to punish you for it.”
I smile, loving the power and confidence in her voice. “Yes, ma’am.” My cock jerks on its own as the sexy phrase leaves my lips.
Whack! Another sharp blow lands on my bottom. Her soft hand immediately soothes where she smacked, tantalizing the tender flesh even more.
“Jerk yourself, Tony.”
I brace my weight on my left arm and reach my right hand to wrap around my shaft. The paddle taps lightly on each cheek, back and forth, over and over, while I stroke up and down. The heated skin of my ass joins with the pleasure centered in my erection, enhancing the experience.
The paddle sails through the air again and the hardest smack yet lands on my left cheek. I wince slightly, but continue to fist myself, unable to deny I’m enjoying what she’s doing to me.
“How much is Apollo offering to buy Parkerson for?”
“W—what?”
Whack! She hits the same cheek again, harder than the last slap, drawing a long burn from the area. One cool hand rubs the hot flesh. “Pump slower, Tony. You can’t come unless I say.” I nod. She leans forward and whispers in my ear. “Answer me if you don’t want to feel the paddle again.”
It’s a double-edged request. I want to feel the paddle again, but not as hard as last time. “Forty-five million.”
“Not bad.” She taps my ass lightly with the wood, teasing the scorching skin. “But it should be higher.”
“What?”
The paddle slams down on my right cheek, hard, with a stinging bite. The edge of pleasure and pain combines as I caress myself. “You heard me,” she says.
“Are we really going to negotiate while my pants are around my ankles?”
The sound of Heather’s moaning draws my head around. She’s got one finger in her mouth, sucking on it. Damn, she looks hot. She pulls out her dripping digit. “Face the desk, Tony.” One wet finger probes between my ass cheeks, searching for my tight pucker. “Can you think of a better time to talk money with a man?”