Authors: Crystal White,Steam Books
“Obviously not enough, since you made typos. Would you need three hours to not make typos?”
“I’m really sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough, Darcy.”
She swallowed hard, holding her breath, expecting to be fired on her first day of work.
“Bend over the desk,” he said.
She blinked a few times. “I’m sorry?”
“I said bend over the desk.”
Darcy slowly stepped forward and leaned her elbows against the desk, gripping the opposite side. Aaron stood, walking to the other side of her. He flipped her skirt up.
“I told you that if you disobeyed me or deviated from what I told you to do, that you would be punished. Do you remember that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“This is how you will be punished.” One strong hand cracked down on her lily-white ass, echoing in the small office. Darcy gasped. He repeated the process on the other side, and continued to cover every inch of her ass until the sting engulfed the surface of her backside.
Darcy whimpered, gripping the desk tightly. The odd part was, it wasn’t because it hurt. It was because it was turning her on. She squeezed her legs together to relieve some of the pressure building in her pussy. She began to gasp and yelp out loud as every sharp swat immediately sunk down deep into her soaking wet hole.
“Are you going to take two hours to write out affidavits next time?”
If it results in this? Yes.
“No, sir.”
“And will you be more careful about typos next time?”
“Yes, sir.”
Aaron stood back and said, “Stand up.”
Doing as she was told, she stood before her boss silently.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good,” he said. Picking up a folder, he handed it to her. “Take this and send out all these e-mails. You have an hour to get them finished and get back into my office. Do it in forty-five minutes and you’ll get a reward.”
Chapter Three
The idea of a reward was all the motivation that Darcy needed. Her body was aching for pleasure after the torture she had endured over the past two days. Her pussy was alive, throbbing, begging for some attention after the spanking she had just gotten. She typed faster and more accurately than she had since typing class.
After making sure to spell-check everything twice, she sent all the e-mails and then walked into Aaron’s office.
“All finished, sir.”
Aaron glanced at his watch. “Forty minutes,” he said. “Impressive.”
“Thank you, sir.”
He walked around the desk and up to her. “Do you think you deserve a reward, Darcy?”
“I did well, sir. And I promise to be good and behave from now on.”
Aaron ran a finger up along her neckline, across the mound of her breast. “Is that so?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Slowly, he began to undo the buttons on her blouse. Then he stopped and took a step back. “Actually,” he said. “I want you to do it. Strip – slowly.”
Darcy’s fingers worked down the buttons on her blouse. She threw Aaron her most sultry look as she pulled it over her shoulders and let it float to the ground. The zipper on her skirt sounded loud as she dragged it down a few inches before wiggling her hips out of it. Her bra came next, leaving her standing in nothing but her heels.
“Keep them on,” he said as she started to remove them. “Come here.”
She walked toward him. He slid his hand behind her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. His mouth crushed down on hers with powerful dominance, his tongue forcing its way inside, his lips brusing at hers. His free hand slipped between her legs. Darcy moaned into his mouth as two fingers plunged deep inside her. He let them just stay there, unmoving, as his tongue brutalized hers. His thumb began to rub against her swollen clit.
“Oh!” she cried out in surprise, her nails digging into his shirt.
“That feel good?” he asked.
“Mm, yes, sir…”
“You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?” Aaron asked, starting to run his fingers in and out of her pussy.
“Oh, God, yes.”
Tugging on her hair, he pulled her away from him. He pulled off his tie. Taking her arms, he yanked them around behind her back, tying her wrists together. He pushed her down bent over his desk again.
“Spread your legs.” She did as she was told. “That’s a good girl. Yes…yes, that’s a very good look for you, Darcy. Submission looks good on you.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Darcy heard him unzip his pants. The anticipation was torture. His belt jingling, hearing his pants hit the floor…the build up was increasing the pressure inside her. When he entered her hard, she gasped. His hand grabbed her hair, tugging, as their bodies came together powerfully.
“Oh my God, oh oh oh oh God!” Darcy cried out as he pounded into her. His hand smacked down against her ass, his free hand still clutching her hair tightly.
“Oh God, Aaron…oh my God…OH!” She moaned loudly as her pussy squeezed him tight.
“That’s it,” he said. “That a girl. Give me more.” He smacked her ass again. “Keep ‘em coming.” He fucked her harder, if that were possible. The desk squeezed across the floor as their rough movements moved it.
“Oooh yes, God, fuck…yes!” Darcy whimpered, biting her lower lip, her whole body ignited with molten desire. Every nerve ending was screaming with pleasure overload as her boss played her pussy like a fiddle.
Aaron untied her wrists and pulled out. Turning her around, he took her wrists and tied them in front of her. He pushed her down onto the couch and covered her with his body. Feeling his dick enter her wanting pussy again made her sigh with pleasure. One hand held her bound wrists to the couch as the other began to play with her clit. Her body jerked underneath the rush of desire.
“Cum for me again, baby,” he purred. “Do it.”
“Oh God, yes…fuuuucck,” Darcy whined as her pussy shuddered. Her whole body shivered with it, from her head down to her toes.
“You’re not done yet, baby,” he said. “Give me more. Come on.” He rubbed her clit harder. She thrashed around beneath him at the intensity of the feeling building inside her. Her clit was super sensitive and him rubbing it so hard and fast as his thick, rigid cock worked inside her sent her into sensory overload.
“No, no, oh God…oh my God, no, Aaron…”
“Yes, Aaron,” he corrected. “Actually, yes, sir would be the answer. Cum for me again.”
Darcy whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut, drinking in the loss of power and the beautiful feeling of sweet submission. As soon as she turned herself over to her master, the flood erupted from within her. Her soul leapt forth and her body shuddered, the scream ripping from her throat in a feral, guttural way as her entire being came. It wasn’t just her pussy convulsing; she could feel it down to her bones. It was the most liberating, mind-emptying experience she had ever had. It left her drained and half asleep.
“Darcy,” a voice said. A hand slapped at her face. “Wake up.”
Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and she looked up into Aaron’s beautiful blue eyes. “Yes, sir?”
“You have work to do.”
Her eyes fell upon his erection as it disappeared behind boxers. He pulled his pants up, adjusting himself, and then zipped.
“You don’t want me to take care of you, sir?” Darcy asked as she sat up on the couch.
“There will be plenty more time for that, pet.” He pulled her up to her feet. “This was about rewarding you.” He slid a hand across her still damp pussy, making her inhale sharply. “This was about giving you some release and showing you that you’re mine.” His fingers sunk deep inside her pussy, making her gasp. “And you are mine, aren’t you, Darcy?”
She whimpered as he slid those fingers in and out of her cavern, making her knees weak and her blood warm. “Yes, sir…God, yes.”
“Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”
“I’m yours, sir.”
“That’s a good little girl,” he said, stroking her, bringing her to the brink and pulling away.
She whimpered. He untied her hands and leaned forward, whispering in her ear, “You can pleasure yourself at your desk if you want. But if you don’t, you’ll get rewarded even better if you get your next task done in half an hour. I have a vibrator in my desk drawer.” He pulled back and gave her a wink and a swat on the rump.
Darcy slowly grinned. Something told her she was going to like this job – a lot.
By day, Crystal White is a writer for children and teenagers (we won't tell you her alter ego!). By night, though, she is the mistress of kinky erotica. Crystal White's stories for publishers like Steam Books Erotica & Romance explore kinks, dominance and submission, wild sex, explosive passion, and always leave her readers' minds blown.
Aside from a diploma from the Institue of Children's Literature (again, no one's the wiser, Crystal), Crystal White also boasts a Bachelors of Computer Security and Forensics Technology from Kent State University, proving she's a brainy beauty as well as a sexual siren.
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by Dara Tulen
Carlin shivered with anticipation, her bare skin glowing in the candlelight. When she'd agreed to do whatever Nikolas told her, she hadn't dreamed she'd find herself naked and bent over the arm of a very expensive couch.
“You have gorgeous skin,” Nikolas murmured, his voice gliding over her skin like a caress. “I can't wait to mark it.”
Oh fuck.
“Remember,” Nikolas curled himself over Carlin's back and pressed his lips against her ear. “If you cry 'mercy,' we stop and go our separate ways.”
Carlin nodded, only half paying attention to what Nikolas was saying. She was more interested in the fact that he was still completely clothed, other than his shoes and socks. Well, that and the firm bulge pressing against her ass. She wriggled against him. It had been far too long since she'd gotten laid. Maybe she would enjoy this part of her job.
Nikolas remained where he was, reaching his hands around her to cup her firm breasts. Carlin arched her back, greedily pushing her breasts into skillful hands. She moaned as his fingers rolled her light brown nipples into hard nubs. Every tug sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her groin and a rush of wet between her thighs.
“Such sensitive nipples,” Nikolas whispered. “I look forward to trying clamps on them.”
Shit.
“Now, let's see how sensitive your ass is,” Nikolas straightened. He ran his fingers down her spine and over the swell of her buttocks. “Count.”
She started to ask what she was supposed to count when she felt a rush of air. She knew what was coming only a moment before it happened. Heat bloomed across her skin an instant before the sting.
“Count,” Nikolas repeated, a warning in the word.
Carlin blinked rapidly, her body working to process the juxtaposition of sensation. “One.”
“Good girl,” Nikolas's voice held a note of approval. “Keep counting, but now you must address me as 'Sir.'”
What the hell had she gotten herself into?
The second crack came down on her other cheek. The same spread of warmth, the same sting. “Two, Sir,” she gasped out. The words loosened something inside Carlin that she hadn't known had been tightened.
Another blow, a sharper pain.
“Three, Sir.”
“Good, girl,” his voice was heavy with desire and the promises of things to come.
To be continued....