"Please," I whimpered. "You can't do that to me and not fuck me. Please, I need it."
"No." His voice was stern and his eyes were hard. "Now, Ms. Hamilton. That is enough and I expect better behavior from you from here on out. Otherwise," he raised the paddle for emphasis. "I will take the time to correct you again."
I wanted to beg more, I wanted to get down on my knees and beg for him to fuck me. I was so keyed up I was ready to do that. But there was something about his face that told me he wouldn't cave. There was no way I was getting what I wanted from him.
I tried not to cry as I crawled off his desk. I adjusted my skirt and I walked out with my ass stinging. I could feel the dampness from my pussy starting to drip between my thighs. I'd never been like this before and I didn't have any idea what to do since he told me no.
There was no way I was going to go home like this. As soon as I got to my things I pulled out my phone and sent Jenna a text. If I couldn't get what I wanted from Mr. Hollister, I was sure someone else would be more than willing to finish the job. If only I could find someone that looked half as good and managed to set me on fire like he did.
Chapter 6
Geoffrey
I thought the best thing to do after I sent her out was to wait for her to leave. I didn't know how much more of her begging I was going to be able to take. The sight of her on my desk was hard enough to turn away. I could see it, just how much the spanking had gotten to her. I could smell the sweetness of her cunt; she had gotten so wet just from me spanking her.
It was painful to turn her away. It was going to be painful to see her again. If she was determined I didn't know how long I was going to be able to turn her down again. I needed to practice restraint. Something like this could get out of hand fast and I could see that it was dwindling down the wrong road. I had to get back in control.
I left the office and made my way home. Having a safe haven was important and I was ready to reevaluate the situation until Trevor came in through the kitchen.
"Hey, old man," the mirror image of me in my youth smirked at me. "I made us dinner. I couldn't wait for tomorrow so you're going to have to listen to my pitches over a meal."
I relaxed. I needed the time to myself to reel in the lust I felt for Missy but it would have to wait. "And you cooked?"
"Something I've been experimenting with." He went back into the kitchen. "I kept it simple. Buffalo wings and beer. You can't argue with that, can you?"
I followed him into the kitchen and took one of the stools at the bar. "I can't." I dropped my briefcase on the floor. "Go ahead and start talking, kid. But you're going to have to give me a beer first."
He laughed a little before he went to the fridge. He came out with two bottles and put one on the bar in front of me. "I think we need to get ahead of the game in the tech department." He gave me a look before he went back to coating the wings in sauce. "I'm betting if you let me gather up a brainstorming session or two with the tech department, we can come up with a good plan for that. If we can manage it on private and consumer liners we can nail a government contract easily."
"That's big aspirations," I said admiringly, trying to not let pride get the better of me.
"I've got some ideas." He pointed a wooden spoon at me. "I want to make sure that Hollister Aviation is going to be something that sticks around. You've laid the groundwork and if this is something that you're going to pass down I want to make sure I keep up the integrity of it."
I couldn't fault him, thinking of the future. "Have your brainstorm meeting." I sipped at my beer. "In fact, if you can bring me an idea that you and your team can draw up plans for we might make the brainstorming a regular thing." I leaned on the counter then. "Give your team the proper credit, too. You can't do all the hard work yourself. If you have good people, they will stick with you and help you be successful."
"You're right," he said as he put a plate in front of me. "I know it and I got a great team that I intend to keep."
My son had a head on his shoulders; that was something that made me swell with pride. The fact that he wanted to do nothing but improve the company I started was so admirable. We sat around the kitchen island talking about his ideas, some of the dreams he had but he hadn't quite figured out the specifics on how to execute them.
"It will only be a matter of time." I had gotten up for another beer. "Having someone that understands what you're trying to create will probably help you better." While I had a clue, some of his ideas did go over my head. Technology wasn't something I was unfamiliar with and I was comfortable working with it on a regular basis, but Trevor had a little be more of a head for it.
I spied the time. "It's after midnight, kid. I'm going to call it. Why don't you stay here for the night instead of getting out at this hour?"
He snorted at me. "Are you saying you miss having me around?"
"Not enough for you to move back in." I started for the stairs, intent on finding my bed. "I don't like you bringing a string of girls in here at all hours."
He laughed out loud. "Make you feel bad about your game?"
"Nope." If only he knew how good my game was. I made my way into my bedroom and considered just falling right into bed. I was still on edge, though. I still had that raw feeling that came from taking the paddle to Missy's ass in the forefront of my mind. The conversation with Trevor didn't make any bit of difference. There was still the vision of her bent over my desk with her round ass up in the air and exposed.
My cock started to throb in response to my line of thinking. There wouldn't be a way for me to get sleep just thinking about it. I laid down and turned off the lights. I would have to give myself some relief if I intended to get any sort of rest. I took the time to strip down to my underwear, with the kid in the house I’d have to practice some modesty.
I pulled my cock from my boxer briefs and stroked its length. She begged for me to fuck her; I could still hear the sound of her voice in my head. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and stroked a slow rhythm. Everything, from the look of her in that dress to the sounds she made while I spanked her, everything was brought to the front of my mind as I started to jack myself harder.
The vision of what she was and what I had seen of her faded into the look of her pouty little lips wrapped around me. I stifled a groan. I would fuck that mouth just as hard as I would fuck that cunt. Something told me she would be tight, too. My cock throbbed in protest; it would be so easy to find out. She had begged for it and I could have easily given it to her.
But I couldn't give in. Fantasies were one thing, but giving in was a whole other thing. My balls tightened and I made no attempt to stave off my orgasm. Instead, I let the vision of her bent over my desk and me sliding into her tight, wet cunt be what finished me off. I couldn't contain the groan that rocked out of me, but I had the wherewithal to make sure I didn't make a complete mess of myself.