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)
“The marks are gone from yesterday; looks like you’ve left me a blank canvas again,” he said.
She looked wary. “You didn’t bring that horrible thing home, did you?”
He grinned. “No. But I did purchase a few other implements when I bought the loopy johnny.”
She shivered, but her feet moved, bringing her to the bed. “You and I both know you don’t need anything but your hand,” she said, affecting a pout. “Shifter strength and all.”
“Yes, but that would get boring. Five spankings, all with my hand? No. I have to mix it up a little.”
He patted his lap and she dutifully folded over it, the scent of her arousal bringing the animal in him to the surface. Despite his threats, he didn’t use anything but his palm, making it sting, but keeping the intensity to a medium level. He watched as her skin turned from peaches and cream to pink and then to red. When the color began to hold, he stopped and rubbed.
She wriggled over his legs in an open invitation. He reached for the bedside table, where he’d stored his new toys, and pulled out the bottle of lubricant. Parting her cheeks, he dribbled some on her anus, chuckling when she clenched her cheeks and tried to roll away.
“I think it’s time we prepare your ass to take my cock,” he said, using an observational tone as he grasped her hips and repositioned her, lifting her bottom and angling it perfectly. He gave her another dozen spanks for good measure.
“No-o,” she moaned. “Your cock is way too big. It won’t fit.”
“First of all, little girl, you will take my cock anywhere I choose to put it. Second, you are being punished, so your pleasure is hardly a concern to me, and third, I have something here to help prepare the way.” He pressed the bulbous tip of a butt plug against her puckering hole. “Open for me, Ashley,” he commanded.
She continued to squeeze against the intrusion.
He changed hands and delivered several swift spanks to the backs of her thighs.
“Ow,” she squealed. “Ow, okay! I’m sorry.”
He waited as first her cheeks relaxed, and finally, the tight ring of muscles eased to accept the stainless steel plug. He pressed it forward, going slowly to give her time to get used to the stretch.
“Ohhh, oh,” she moaned. “Oh—oooh.” Her voice raised in pitch at the end.
“This plug stays in until I take it out, understand?”
She looked over her shoulder. “Do you mean, I have to wear it to work?” she asked with disbelief.
“Yes.” He gave her ass a light swat. “Now get dressed.”
She blushed as she climbed off his lap with the plug embedded in her ass, the jeweled handle making a delectable sight between her cheeks. Her walk looked stiff as she returned to her underwear drawer and rooted through, occasionally reaching back to touch the plug.
Satisfied, he crawled out of bed and headed for the shower.
They drove to work in a comfortable silence, although he noticed Ashley’s face occasionally turned pink, as if she’d suddenly remembered the plug in her ass.
He’d been in his office only an hour before she tapped on his door and came in.
“I know this is punishment, but…” Her forehead crinkled with anxiety.
He crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”
She turned to lock the door.
He patted his lap.
She looked around, even though his blinds were closed and the door was locked. Licking her lips, she leaned over and draped herself across his lap.
He stroked her bottom through her skirt, dragging out her time in the humiliating position. Eventually, he slid her skirt up and her panties down. Grasping the plug, he pushed it in and out of her a few times, eliciting a low moan. “This is what I’m going to do to you tonight with my cock,” he promised. “After your last spanking.”
She moaned again.
He eased the plug from her ass and wrapped it in a tissue. Pulling up her panties, he helped her to her feet. “Get out,” he said, returning to the brusque way of communicating that had earned him the nickname ‘Stone man’ at the corporation.
It disconcerted her, as he’d hoped, and she straightened her skirt, appearing off-balance as she headed for the door.
He looked at his watch. “We’ll be leaving early today. Four o’clock. Be ready.”
She ducked to hide her smile. “Yes, sir.”
At four o’clock on the dot, Ashley headed for Ben’s office door, tapping on it.
He looked up from his desk. “Ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
He closed his laptop and picked it up, sliding it into the same briefcase where she had planted a laptop bomb that might have killed him. She still shuddered to think what might have happened if he hadn’t sniffed out the plot against him.
They took the elevator to the parking garage and Ben walked her to her side of the car, but instead of opening the door for her, he pushed her against the side of his Mustang, his considerable erection pressing against her low back.