Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Ben lifted the hem of her skirt, pulling it up to her waist.
She shivered.
He pulled her panties down to mid-thigh.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Quiet,” he snapped, delivering a loud smack to the back of her right thigh. He knew she hated when he made noise like that, the idea of Karen or anyone else hearing their exploits too humiliating to contemplate. Everyone already assumed she’d slept her way to the top, and she’d be fighting that perception for years. “Do not speak unless you’re spoken to.”
Her pussy clenched. ‘Yes, sir’ rose to her lips and she bit it back. She imagined what it would look like if someone walked in, and reminded herself she had locked the door. But what if she hadn’t turned the knob the entire way? Or what if someone tried it and found it locked—they would know instantly what had been going on. Not that everyone didn’t whisper about her anyway. That was part of why she didn’t want to start a family yet. She had to prove herself here—prove she was more than Ben’s eye candy, that she had a brain and could make good decisions.
But she lost all thought of anything work-related when the bulbous tip of something hard and plastic pushed against her sopping entrance. She jerked in surprise, then stilled, panting as Ben parted her inner lips with the toy and thrust it forward. He pushed it in, stretching her wide, then pulling it back out.
She gasped at the loss of sensation.
He repeated the action, fucking her with the toy.
She craned her neck to see over her shoulder, winning another sharp slap.
“Eyes on the floor.”
“Yes, s—” Damn. She’d failed again.
He made a tsk-ing sound. “Disobedience will always be punished, Ashley. You know that.”
She whimpered.
He ran a warm hand over her bottom. “Tonight I’ll give you a bare-bottomed spanking to teach you to mind,” he said, relieving her fear that he would do it then and there, where others would hear. He rubbed the smooth plastic tip of the toy around the seam of her entrance, then thrust it inside her. It disappeared, small enough to fit in her greedy channel.
She heard the flick of a button and then her insides began to vibrate. She wobbled, her knees no longer holding her up, and she dropped her bottom toward her heels.
Ben’s hand caught her ass before it reached its destination, sending her flying back into position with a yelp.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, forgetting again not to speak.
“Naughty.”
“I know,” she moaned. “I’m sorry.”
He chuckled. “You will be.”
She shifted from one knee to the other, essentially wagging her tail in a growing desperation. The vibrator was too much—sensations overwhelming her and sending her over the edge, ready to orgasm at a moment’s notice.
“Please, sir?” she whimpered.
“Put your chest and head down on the floor,” he ordered.
She hesitated, the position so degrading she thought she ought to protest.
“One…”
She dropped into the described position before he reached two.
Ben admired his beautiful mate in the humiliating pose she’d assumed. Her head turned to one side, showing him her big blue eyes were already glassy. He loved to watch her lose control. He found her surrender intoxicating, her ready submission giving him a heady sense of masculine power.
“Reach back and hold your cheeks open.” His voice had a roughened edge to it as his own need mounted.
“Ben—” she panted.
“Now, mi amor,” he said firmly. “And you are to be seen and not heard.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned, clearly incapable of obeying this directive.
He smirked and watched as she reached back and gripped her own ass, pulling her twin globes apart to reveal her tight rosebud.
He opened a tube of lubricant and dropped a dollop from a foot in height, loving the way she jerked in surprise at the sensation.
I love you. Now was not the moment to say it, but he did. He adored Ashley Bell. Everything about her rocked his world—each day they spent together only deepening his need for her, his desire to take her ceaselessly never quenched. It was deeper than sex, though. Well, maybe not, because their sex was profound. But Ashley meant everything to him. She had wit, intelligence, and a generosity of heart he could never hope to imitate. She made him feel alive again after his brother’s death. Or maybe for the first time ever.
Every time he told her about some terrible piece of his life, she swallowed it, accepting him, healing him, loving him.
He leaned forward in his office chair and touched her clenching rosette with the pad of his thumb, circling the tight ring of muscle. He gradually increased the pressure, stilling his movements. The moment she let him in, he retreated and replaced his thumb with the head of a second remote control bullet vibrator.
She mewled as he insisted, breaching her tight sphincter.