His Secretary with Benefits

“You don’t know the meaning of sorry. Three fucking days, four fucking nights without your body. I was so hard for you I thought my dick would fucking break, and I come back to the sight of that disgusting prick’s hand on you. No, you aren’t sorry until I say you are. In my office, now.”

For the first time, a sliver of fear went up her spine—but then, just as quickly, her pussy was wet. Paul wouldn’t hurt her, not really. Would he? The door closed with an oddly loud click. She stood in the middle of his office, and when the quiet became too loud she turned to find him leaning against the door, watching her.

“Strip, now.”

Her hands moved quickly to do as he bid. The nights had just been as long for her. Her body was on fire for him. He moved to the couch and, without so much as loosening his tie, sat down.

“Come here. It’s time you’re punished for failing to follow direction. I’ve been as patient as I can be with you, but now it’s time for you to learn what happens when you don’t follow directions. I believe a spanking is in order.”

Laura stiffened at his words, and then she couldn’t believe how turned on she got by them. She knew how much her ass turned him on. He loved to squeeze and mold it, and she loved the feeling of him fucking her ass so much that she begged for it at least once a week. He had smacked her ass during sex several times, and Laura had loved it. Yet he had never spanked her just to spank her. What was the matter with her that, as she stepped in front of him, her pussy was actually leaking down her inner thigh?

He moved forward and settled her over his lap, positioning her so that her pussy was against the outside of his thigh and her stomach was over his legs. Her breasts hung freely, her nipples already tight and hard with want for him. A finger trailed down her spine and she burned for his touch. The last few days had felt endless. She wanted him inside her. When his finger came to the seam of her ass, he stroked one round and firm cheek and then the other. Then his hand came away, and before she could inhale, the smack on her right cheek rang through the room and her ass burned where he’d slapped her. It wasn’t gentle, and the pain bit into her. She squeezed her eyes closed and exhaled in a hiss, but dear Lord, her pussy began to leak all over again. He smacked her again, this time her left cheek, and she whimpered. Her pussy was on fire as much as her ass. Another smack, harder, back to her right cheek, and her pussy clenched painfully.

“Who does this ass belong to?” Paul’s voice was low and harsh.

“You.” Smack, to her left cheek, where she was already burning in pain.

“Who does this leaking pussy belong to?”

“You, Paul, just you.” Smack, to her right cheek, harder this time than all the others. She couldn’t believe it. She came in a gush of liquid fire and her body shook with the force of it.

She was limp, boneless, as he turned her over and pulled her into his arms. She couldn’t hold back the whimper as her burning ass settled onto his lap. Holding her to his chest, he rocked her. “No one touches you, just me, my lovely. Remember that, always.”

Laura nodded and touched his cheek. He was still stiff, fighting anger. “I promise, no one but you. Will you please fuck me now, Paul? I’ve missed you so much.”

Some of his tension fell away, and he looked down at her. “Yes, but it’s been too long and I’m too hungry for you to have you here. Get dressed, but leave your bra and panties off and give them to me.”

She’d grown so used to wearing skirts that she had worn them while Paul was gone, but this was longer than her usual ones—a long, flowing skirt that fell to her ankles. Her top was also light and flowing, and thin enough it would be obvious with the most casual glance that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She handed over her bra and panties and watched Paul tuck them into his pockets.

At her desk, she saved her work, shut down her computer quickly, and grabbed her purse. Paul was waiting and watching, his eyes never leaving her. When she was finished, he held out his hand and she took it. They used the freight elevator, and the doors opened only two stalls from his car. He beeped the car unlocked and held open the door for her. The drive to his condo was agony, her ass burning and her body hungry for him. It was only a fifteen-minute drive, but it felt twice as long. He parked and she forced herself to wait until he opened her door.

His condo was in a five-story building that had two condos on each floor, except for the top floor—the one Paul owned. His was the only condo on the floor. It was huge: three bedrooms with two and a half baths. He was the only one with access to the roof deck. It was a loft style with open ductwork and brick on the outer walls and dark wood on the floor throughout, except the porcelain tile in the bathrooms. She hadn’t been here often, and had only spent the night twice. He hadn’t been rude, but it was clear when he was ready for her to leave. It hadn’t bothered her, and she’d gone with a smile. There was safety in the rules being clear between them. Now, though, as she followed him into his condo, it felt as if lines were blurring in a way she couldn’t quite define.

The moment he closed the door, she watched him lean against it and pull his dark blue silk tie loose. His hands went into his hair, and it was clear there was anguish in his eyes. Laura froze and went to him, her hands flat against his chest.

“Did I hurt you?” The words were tight, as if he were struggling to get them out.

Laura was shocked. The anger and tension she had felt hadn’t been about her—well, more about what he had done to her. “No, of course not, Paul. Didn’t you feel the orgasm I had because of it?”

“I did

n’t mean to hit you so hard. I thought it would be just a few taps, but it got away from me. You seemed into it, but I couldn’t be sure. I don’t want to hurt you. The things we do they aren’t supposed to really hurt you, and your ass, it’s bright red—and hell, even my hand hurts. I don’t want to ever hurt you. What we do is only supposed to bring you pleasure.

“I’ve never been into pain for the sake of pain. I want you to know that, and I don’t ever want you to do anything that you don’t want to do.” His hands wrapped around her arms, tight, as if he were afraid she’d get away.

“Paul, I knew you wouldn’t hurt me. I’ve never been afraid of you. I’ve loved what we’ve done together, and I feel safe with you. I have never doubted that if I asked you to stop, you would. I don’t know why, but it felt like I knew it from the very beginning. Is it weird that I liked it? Does that make me one of those into pain and slave people?”

Paul’s arms went around her and pulled her close, and she went with a sigh of relief. “No, sweetheart, I don’t think you would ever let anyone make you their slave. You’ve given yourself to me any way I have wanted you, but I’ve always felt like it was your choice. And even if it does, then so what? Why would that make you weird?

“What we or any other couple does behind closed doors shouldn’t matter if it’s always done freely and with consent. Also, there’s just one problem with that slave and pain scenario: I have no desire to make you a slave or go too kinky. I don’t own a ball gag or whip, and have no desire to buy one. I think you are just a really hot woman who loves sex and how good it makes you feel. That’s the only thing that matters—how good does it make you feel?”

Going up on her toes, she smiled and pulled him down to her. “Right now, I’m feeling really bad. Really bad, horrible, starving, and needy. I need you to make me feel better.”

Paul picked her up and carried her into his bedroom. He let her fall to the bed with a thump, and smiled as he watched her tear off her top. “Oh, baby, I’m gonna make you feel real, real good. We have all night and until tomorrow, because, remember, I’m not due in until tomorrow afternoon.”

Struggling out of her skirt, Laura paused as she remembered. “That’s right. How did you get finished so early?”

His shirt gone and pushing down his pants, he came down on her. “Easy. I didn’t sleep for two nights and pushed everyone around me to haul ass so I could get back to you. By this afternoon they were all happy to see the back of my cranky ass.”