Over The Edge

"I feel like this is something I should handle. I can only imagine that if this was anyone else the police would be involved." He glared at Missy as he spoke. "Then she would ruin herself by putting something on her record."

"Don't worry," I told him as I turned to look at his daughter. "I will handle her on Monday, you have my word on that." I watched as she seemed to quiver. She didn't speak, though she looked fully cowed by our talk about her. I couldn’t help but be amused by the situation. I expected this to be awkward, confronting my friend about something like this. But I felt more entertained by it than anything else. I only expected that it would be better come Monday, how she would feel having to face me after all of this.

"I'm beginning to think this drinking she has been doing is turning into a problem," he complained out loud, right in front of her. "If this happens again," he growled at her but stopped the threat there so he could give me his full undivided attention. "I owe you more than one with this. We were at our wits end with her."

"It's a pleasure dealing with her." I couldn't help but smile at him with that one. He wouldn't know that I meant it literally.

Chapter 9

Missy

The weekend was horrible. After what happened Friday night I elected to stay in. I didn’t want a repeat and I felt so torn up after what I had done I thought it was probably best. I had never been rejected so hard before like that. Now that Mom and Dad knew about it they were talking about what’s to happen after I get fired from this job.

I couldn’t let that happen.

It was early. I had to make doubly sure I was at work on time and that I looked good. I made sure I had plenty of time to work with. While I was in the shower, though, I couldn’t stop but think about him. I was so far gone I didn’t know how I was going to manage since it was apparent he didn’t want me back.

I could still fantasize while I was in the shower. I turned so that the multiple jets of water were hitting from every direction. I leaned against the wall and I remembered the heat from the last time we had been together. That last time he spanked me. I clenched my thighs together, my inner muscles clenched. I wanted him so bad. A hand drifted between my legs and I cupped my pussy, the skin felt so hot to my fingertips. The denial was going to kill me. I was better off doing this myself. It looked like it was the only way I would be getting off.

I slipped my fingers between the outer lips to trace the aching slit between them. How would sex be with him? I couldn’t help but wonder; it didn’t matter if he was fast or slow. It would be so hot. I didn’t hesitate to bury two fingers into my tightly clenched hole. It wasn’t enough, but I couldn’t help the soft keen that escaped me.

He was so commanding, the power he exuded was just overwhelming. I started a steady stroke of my fingers, the rhythm was so easy to fall into, but it was no way enough. I found the hood above my sex and began to furiously circle it with my other hand. I didn’t bother to stifle the noises I made, but with the thoughts of his voice and his hard hand I couldn’t help but cry out as my stroking fingers finally brought me over the edge.

I was in a blissful haze the rest of the morning getting ready for work. Like I wasn’t going to face the consequences when I got there. I didn’t have a clue as to what he was going to make me do. My nerves didn’t get into an uproar until I got to the office, early I might add.

When I got to my desk I saw Mrs. Todd still enjoying her coffee. It was clear she hadn’t begun work, but she gave me a nod in the form of a greeting. Not exactly a morning person without her coffee, I assumed. I sat down and got ready to make sure I had everything done from Friday. It was a blur that I couldn’t remember if I had slacked off or not.

Before my computer even booted up my phone began to ring, I answered it without hesitation. “Hollister Aviation.” I hadn’t gotten used to incoming calls and the intercom, yet.

“I want you in my office now.” His voice came through the receiver in a low growl that seemed to pierce my ear.

That initial thrill turned into fear quickly. This was it. I hung up the phone and got up, trying not to drag my feet as I went into his office. I closed the door behind me and I couldn’t help but be afraid. He was behind his desk and he looked so well put together that I wasn’t sure how to take it.

“What you did Friday night was highly inappropriate,” he began slowly, his voice low and menacing. “My son was there.” He looked at me and pinned me with a glare. “You cannot just show up where you want and expect to get your way. It does not work like that.”

“I know,” I started shakily. “I’m sorry.” I tried not to let my emotions get the best of me; it was so tempting to fall apart. “It won’t happen again.”

He stood and came to me, his hazel eyes dark and that menacing tone he seemed to carry in the way he walked. He stopped just in front of me. “You have been very naughty.” He stepped aside and gestured for me to come further into his office. “Now it's time you take your punishment.”

My breath caught in my throat. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. I went to his desk and with my nerves twisting up in my stomach I laid across the edge of his desk. “Good.” It came out as a purr. “Pull up your skirt.” I followed his direction, the cool air of his office causing goose bumps to break out on the exposed skin of my ass. He hissed lowly and he caressed one cheek.

The gentle touch didn’t last long; it was immediately replaced with a solid slap of the paddle he had used on Friday. He spanked me hard, in a quick succession of slaps that bit into my skin and made me cry out from the pain. It hurt, so much. But it didn’t keep my pussy from throbbing with need.

After the last solid strike, he released a breath. “You can go back to your desk now.”

I didn’t bother to stifle the sob. I felt the dampness start to trickle down. I stayed bent over his desk. “Please. Please. I can’t stay like this all day.” I kept my ass on display, hoping he would see what he just did and take pity. “Please, please fuck me.”

“You don’t deserve that,” he said coldly, but I felt his fingers lift the little strap of my thong and then with a tug he ripped the lacy material. “You don’t deserve for me to fuck you.” I felt his knuckles brush against my pussy lips and I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped. “Bad girls,” he growled low at me, “don’t get what they want.”

“I’ll be good,” I babbled senselessly. “Please, please don’t do this to me.”

I didn’t get any further warning. I wasn’t prepared for the quick invasion I got instead. I felt the hot thickness of his cock in me with a swiftness that tore a moan from me that I couldn’t stop. His hand came down hard on my ass and he thrust into me with a ferocity that left me unable to respond. All I could do was hold onto his desk as he pounded into me.

The fact that I was humming with want had me on the edge of an orgasm. That was until he jerked his cock out of me. I could hear him panting and then the groan before I felt the hot liquid hit my sore cheeks. “That,” his tone sounded so cruel, “is what bad girls get.”

I turned to look at him and I could see him cleaning his cock with a tissue before he put himself away. That… that was it? “Please.” I couldn’t help the whine. I was right there. There was no way I could be like this and be able to do anything. My pussy throbbed with the beat of my heart and I wouldn’t be able to think past it. “Please, you can’t do this to me.”

“Go get cleaned up.” He nodded toward his bathroom. His tone brokered no arguments and I couldn’t help the sob that quaked through me as I went to do as he commanded. I took the time to clean the smeared makeup from my face and the hot come he left on my aching ass.