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  “The ‘real world’ can be boring,” he replied, making quote fingers back at his friend. “Women just don’t let me go around bending them over the credenza and spanking them.”

  Now there was an idea, and come Monday, Natalia was going to find herself bent over his knee, his desk, and definitely his cock. If she liked her ass warmed, he was definitely stepping up to volunteer for the job, and he wasn’t taking no for an answer. She was his.

  Chapter Two

  Natalia squirmed in her chair, wishing she could still feel the sweet sting she had experienced Friday night and all of Saturday. By Sunday, there had only been a vague trace of an ache in the morning, but it was gone by lunch and she missed it. Dear lord, what was wrong with her?

  Valiantly, she plowed through her work, doing her weekly reporting for her boss, Ethan Tavish, and attending to whatever else he needed throughout the day. Ethan, who was the vice president of advertising at the small firm where they worked, seemed strange that day. In fact, Mr. Unattainable, as she often thought of him, wasn’t acting nearly as unattainable as usual.

  “Natalia, can you come in here?” he called through his open office door at a minute to five. She rolled her eyes. Of course, he wanted to see her just as it was time to leave. Oh well, it wasn’t as if she had big plans. There was nothing but a movie, a bubble bath, and her battery-operated boyfriend on the agenda.

  She stuffed her purse in her desk drawer then flipped off her desk light. Ethan was standing near the door when she entered his office. She glanced at him, confused. An odd tension seemed to zing through the room and, coupled with his unusual behavior today, she wondered if she was about to be fired. Or maybe he was being transferred, and he had waited until now to tell her.

  Unsettled at the sight of his cleared desk, which was usually piled high with paperwork, she decided the latter to be true. So why was he so tense right now? Was he afraid she’d bust out with Ding Dong the Witch Is Dead? He had a reputation as being a demon to work for, but in truth, she enjoyed his dominance. He was never mean. He was merely…demanding. And exacting.

  She liked pain. She liked his sometimes overbearing nature. Apparently, she was a glutton for punishment. Big time. But he was protective, too. No one messed with her unless they wanted to incur Ethan’s wrath.

  “Did I forget to run a report?” she asked, knowing very well that she hadn’t. She used a checklist so that she didn’t foul up his paperwork.

  She jumped as she heard the door shut, and when she looked up, Ethan stood against it with his hand poised over the lock.

  “Ethan…”

  He shook his head. “Sir,” he instructed. “I like it when you call me ‘sir’.”

  “But I’ve never…”

  She trailed off as he crossed his arms over his chest and his shirtsleeves strained over his muscular arms. His long, powerful fingers curled over his biceps. Except for one—his pointer finger tapped slowly, up and down.

  No…

  Her pussy turned creamy as his deep blue eyes stared at her as if he knew all her secrets. Suddenly, she was pretty sure he knew at least one.

  He reached down and turned the lock, and her heart tripped as the tumblers fell into place, sealing them together in the room.

  “Now, Miss Cooper,” he said, his voice full of command. “I want you to drop your panties, bend over my desk and lift your skirt to your waist.”

  She stared at him, aghast.

  “Should I call you Miss Smith?” he asked, confirming what she already knew.

  “No…”

  “No, you won’t follow my command, or no, I shouldn’t call you Miss Smith?” He stepped away from the door, any playfulness leaving him. “Now, Natalia. Do as I said.”

  His tone brooked no argument, and she had no desire to argue. She’d been attracted to Ethan since the day he’d come to the secretarial pool, pointed at her and demanded she take over for his secretary who’d just run out in tears. He wasn’t an ogre—she’d seen that right away—but there were few who could roll with his personality.

  A shudder rippled through her, and heat curled through her cunt and up into her belly. And now she knew something about him that no one else in the company could guess.

  Her pussy positively drenched, she hiked up her pencil skirt and pushed her lacy black panties down her thighs.

  “Leave them around your knees,” he growled, “then part your legs as much as you can.”

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered, knowing she’d look completely wanton, yet turned on all the more by the picture of it in her mind. She leaned over his desk. Now she understood why the surface was clear.

  “Lovely,” he murmured. His palm ran over her ass, and she jumped in surprise. She hadn’t heard him move closer. “No bruising or marks. You heal well. Are you in any pain?”

  “No, sir.”

  He chuckled. “Do you want to be?”

  She hesitated. Should she tell him?

  “Truth, Natalia.”

  God help her… “Yes,” she murmured. “I…liked feeling the reminder of your dominance. It made me feel…”

  “Special? Cared for? Possessed?”

  “Yes.”

  “Sir.”

  “Yes, sir,” she revised.

  Standing directly behind her, he dragged his fingers lightly over her hips. “Do you want to know why I used the paddle rather than spanking you?” His hands ran up and down her buttocks, his thumbs tracing her crack. He pushed slightly and parted her. Reaching lower, he stroked her seam. “I couldn’t trust myself not to do this.”

  Natalia cried out as two of his fingers pushed inside her sheath and claimed her cunt. Her head dropped to her arms on the desk as she gloried in the feeling of him finger-fucking her and making her pussy his.

  “Baby, you feel so good on my fingers,” he told her. He thumbed her clit, sending her onto her toes as lightning rocketed through her. “Oh yeah, I like when you come. You’re dripping all over me.”

  “I like you touching me, sir.”

  “But that’s not all you like.”

  Still embarrassed to be admitting her dark desires to him, she hid her face in her arms and shook her head. She moaned in protest when his hands left her. Was he done already?

  The hiss of his belt clearing his belt loops ripped through the room. The belt? He was going to do her with the belt?

  It snapped as he brought it in half and readied it for lashing her behind.

  Natalia moaned and squirmed at the thought of what was to come. Excitement raced through her veins. He leaned over her, his lips to her ear as the leather dragged over her ass.

  “I like the sounds a woman makes when I discipline her, but here, you must keep quiet. No screams or loud cries,” he warned. “Understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” she answered.

  With that, he stepped away to stand to the side and slightly behind her hips. The belt whistled through the air as he brought it down on her tender ass, and she fought back a screech. She muffled the sound with her hands as the cutting pain seared through her. Ethan didn’t pause. The belt came down on her behind repeatedly until she was sure it was as red as a McIntosh apple. She was on fire, and tongues of flame licked down into her pussy, igniting pleasure that poured through her like lava.

  Her muted cries were tinged with ecstasy. “Yes,” she whispered. “Don’t stop. Make my ass yours.”

  “Naughty mouth,” he chided, and she noted his breathless, rough tone. A few lashes landed on the crease of her buttocks and thighs, and she knew she’d be reminded of this interlude when she walked, as well as when she sat.

  Ethan bent over her. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

  If he didn’t, she might die. Her vibrator hadn’t come close to fulfilling her need on Friday. She needed to be mastered by her Master. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Please.”

  Grabbing the scissors off the table beside his desk, he cut away her panties. “You’re not allowed to wear these when you’re near me. Understand?”
/>   He tugged her upright and roughly nuzzled her neck, biting and sucking while he pulled open her blouse. In a moment, it was tossed to the floor. Her bra followed a second later. If she’d thought he’d fondle her breasts, she was dead wrong.

  Ethan shoved her back against the desk and grabbed her wrists. While most of his actions were brutish, he was gentle in bringing her arms behind her, and she knew his use of force was to arouse them both. He had no desire to hurt her.

  As soon as her wrists were at the small of her back, squeezed together with one huge hand, he kicked her legs further apart. His free hand lined his cock up with her cunt. With one mighty shove, he surged completely inside her, forcing apart her tender channel and giving no quarter as he began a brutal rhythm in and out of her body before she could adjust.

  “You know your safe word?” he growled.

  “Yes,” she moaned, then began a litany of no’s as she yanked at her wrists, behaving as if she wanted to be free of him. “No…stop…” she panted, knowing he wouldn’t unless she said the real word to make him cease.

  “You like it,” he grated. “Take it. Take my cock fucking you. Your cunt is mine.”

  “No,” she moaned. He yanked at her arms, tugging so her shoulders drew together and back, her breasts pressed into the desk. The surface stuck to her perspiring skin, pulling and abrading as he fucked her unmercifully.

  She’d fantasized about Ethan, but she’d never imagined she would ever be so completely at his mercy. She loved it.

  “You belong to me,” he demanded.

  “Yes…”

  “And I will fuck this pussy whenever I choose.”

  “Oh, God, Ethan,” she cried. Release pummeled her, wringing through her body almost as hard as he fucked her. Her body bowed, pulling against him as sensations rocked her like an out-of-control marionette on a string. Still, he rammed in and out of her.

  His arm slid beneath her, and he lifted her from the desk, taking her to the carpet where she knelt doggy-style with her shoulders to the floor and her ass in the air. Ethan never ceased. He pounded forward into her with such force, she had to brace herself or get rug burn.

  And she loved it. This was the kind of fucking she’d dreamed about for years. Fierce. Dominant. A man who completely overtook her.

  Suddenly, another release hammered through her, clamping around him so tight his thrusts lifted her. She screamed into her hands, tears streaming down her face as the sensations racking her body overwhelmed her emotions as well.

  Ethan went rigid behind her, and she felt his hot cum flooding into her. He collapsed to the side, pulling her with him. Much more gently than he’d fucked her, he withdrew from her pussy and turned her to her back. Tenderly, he stroked away her tears with his thumb.

  “Okay?” he asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

  “Perfect.” She nodded and swiped at her cheeks. “I don’t know what’s up with these.”

  Leaning over, he kissed her gently. His tongue pushed between her lips, tasting and claiming her mouth. “Come home with me?” he asked.

  “I don’t know if my behind can take it.” It ached, but oh so good. She shifted. She’d be reminded of this encounter for hours, maybe even into tomorrow.

  He nuzzled her shoulder, and she felt him smile before he spoke. “Regular sex. Vanilla. No spanking. I just want to be with you and hold you tonight. ’kay?”

  “Yes. I’d like that.”

  * * * *

  Natalia felt a bit uncomfortable leaving the building while she was partially clothed—not that the casual observer would know she was missing panties and bra, but she felt naked. Ethan walked close by her side, but not so close that anyone would think anything of them being together. He didn’t touch her or even really look at her.

  Until they reached his Lexus.

  Then he opened the passenger door and guided her inside with a covert slide of his hand down her back and over her ass. She bit her lip at the intimate touch and hoped she was doing the right thing. He was her boss, but right now, he seemed like he was so much more. Ethan knew her secret wishes and was more than willing to fulfill them. In fact, he seemed to share the same desires, except from the opposite angle. She wondered if that should worry her. She liked sensual spanking as part of sex play, but she wasn’t sure about being in a relationship where it could be an all-the-time occurrence. And she had to think this would be a relationship. As her superior, he’d always been professionally aloof. He’d never approached her before or let on that he might remotely desire her. Anything less than, at least, a loose commitment would be difficult to work around on the job.

  “You’re okay with this?” he asked after he’d settled in his seat.

  “I think so.”

  “But you don’t know what to expect, right?”

  She nodded. “Yeah.”

  He started the car, and his hand brushed her leg as he reached for the gearshift. “You should expect to be mine,” he told her, and a calm settled over her even as her heart sped up.

  “Yours… Okay.”

  “I’m into certain aspects of BDSM, but not all. From what I’ve seen, I think you’ll enjoy those things I do. And when we’re in a scene, you will call me sir. Understand?”

  “Mostly. When are we in a scene?”

  “Whenever we’re alone and this tension between us is running high. You’ll feel it. You’ll know.”

  She squirmed as his hand traveled up the inside of her leg, pushing up her skirt and slipping between her thighs. Heat flooded her pussy, and she sensed this was right.

  “Like now, sir?” she asked. Her breathing sped up as arousal took a tighter hold of her. Her nipples were hard against her blouse and she knew they must be poking forward, clear beacons of her need.

  “Exactly. You’re so responsive. I can’t wait to be with you again. I want to see your face as you fly apart around me.”

  She couldn’t wait for that either. Her pulse stuttered at the thought of watching him as he came inside her. Looking at him would never be the same again. Sir, here’s your report. Can I bend over the credenza and have you fuck me now. She almost giggled at the inappropriate thought, but the sound turned to a moan as his fingers stroked up her folds and flicked over her clit. Her head leaned on the rest as she sank into the sensations of it. He curved the digits downward and pushed inside her, stretching her recently pummeled passage, but it was so good having him in her, touching her there. She slouched in the seat to give him better access.

  Ethan was everything she’d fantasized about for years. Forceful, taking, yet attentive to her pleasure. Being dominated by him fulfilled her deepest needs. She prayed he’d keep her as his for longer than a few nights.

  “Don’t bite your poor lip,” he ordered. “I want to hear you.”

  “Yes, sir,” she gasped then cried out as he pinched her clit hard and myriad colors burst before her eyes. Gentle and rough. She’d never had it so good. “Yes,” she whimpered. “Again. Please.”

  He abandoned her passage altogether to focus on the needy little bud that could bring her such pleasure-pain. “You’d look so beautiful with a ring or a bar here,” he told her as he pinched again and gave a little twist of his fingers. “The healing time would hamper our play though… Luckily, I know ways to simulate the same without actually piercing you. Mmm, yeah. I can feel that you like that. You’re so creamy. I’m going to lick it all up as soon as I get you in my bed—or maybe sooner,” he added when she trembled.

  Did he have any idea what his sensual words did to her? Minutes later, he pulled into his shadowy, tree-lined driveway.

  “Stay there,” he told her. Getting out of the Lexus, he came around to her side of the car. She’d expected him to help her out of the vehicle. Instead, he pivoted her in the seat, splayed her legs and knelt between them. In the driveway! She had hardly a moment to think before his head dove between her thighs. She muffled a screech with her hands as he grasped her clit with his lips and teeth. His hands shoved beneath
her ass and lifted her into his mouth. Hungrily, he feasted at her, lapping at her cream and nipping at her tender flesh.

  “Oh, God, yes! More!” she begged.

  He pinched a sensitive buttock to punish her lack of deference. This was a scene, and she had to respect that and him.

  “Sir!” she exclaimed. “Please, sir. Please.”

  He growled against her cunt, vibrating his approval deep inside her, and she knew she’d responded properly. He wanted her submission to him…and it was so easy for her.

  She gripped the dashboard and the seat back to steady herself as he dragged his tongue over her then thrust it deep into her channel, pulling away all the creamy arousal he could. Even in the midst of the overwhelming sensations, it bemused her to watch his dark head dipping and pushing against her. Ethan, her austere boss. Mr. Untouchable. And wow…was he touching her.

  His lips latched onto her clit once more, and he pulled a hand from beneath her. Suddenly, two fingers shoved into her pussy and the world exploded around her. Falling backward against the center console, she screamed. On and on her orgasm flowed, colors rushing before her eyes while her blood pounded past her ears. Ethan rose over her, kissing her harshly. His fingers continued their fucking of her cunt. Wanting to feel him, be one with him, she wrapped her legs around his slim hips.

  The two of them were so raw, so needy, that she wondered if they’d make it to his bed before they fell on each other again. The steps, the hallway, the couch, the wall…she didn’t care. Having Ethan in her was all that mattered.

  He laughed as they started to come down from her release. “You’re loud,” he murmured against her ear. “Good thing my neighbors are oblivious.”

  “Sorry,” she whispered, feeling heat unrelated to her orgasm rushing to her cheeks.

  “Don’t be. I liked it.” He nipped her bottom lip. “I want more of it.”

  Disengaging himself from her, he climbed out of the car then pulled her to follow him. Hugging her close and kissing her, he shoved closed the door then shuffled them toward the front entry. Once inside, he pushed her against the wall and kicked shut that door as well.