Seven Days With Her Boss

“I can learn, sir. I can be your good girl.” My voice shakes as bad as my hands. “You just have to teach me.” Standing up, I try to keep my eyes on his as I lift my nightgown. He’s seen me naked before, when he changed me yesterday, but this is me doing it. This is heavier.

His eyes widen, wild and dark as they soak in the view. Curiosity has him frozen, perhaps afraid to move and stop me from what I’m doing. I won’t make him wait; I need to at least try this.

“You should spank me so I won’t be inclined to make the same mistakes. I messed up,” I admit. “I deserve to be punished.” Reaching for him, I grab Kodiche’s hand and bring it with mine to my backside. “Spank me, sir.” When he still doesn’t move, I stand on my tiptoes, stretching until my calves burn. “Kodiche, please spank me. Teach me.”

When he does nothing I'm sure I messed up. That stupid book wasn't a clue, it was just by accident that it was sitting out. Ashamed by my actions, I shiver; then he does, too.

It’s more like he’s shaking off his guise as a human to reveal the real Kodiak beneath his skin. Massive, swelling with each breath, animal lust makes him dominate the room. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he growls, grabbing my hair. It burns, throbbing through my scalp, but I love it. I love that he’s doing this, unable to stop himself.

“Punish me, sir. Then you can teach me to be better.” The way he’s looking at me, so insatiable, I wonder if he’ll devour me instead of spank me.

Tugging my head back, his face nuzzles my neck, and I whimper for more when he breathes in deeply and growls against my skin. “If that’s what you want.”

I shake my head gently. “It’s what I need.”

I start falling, tugged off balance, and with a thud, I land over his lap as he sits on my bed. Flailing arms barely find purchase when he stills me with a heavy, hot hand in the center of my back.

“You’re such a bad girl, Vivian.” His hand runs down my spine, just enough pressure to not tickle. “If you think you can be a good girl, a good listener, I know how to help you.” Long fingers drift down to my ass, fingertips teasing at the heat between my legs. “You’re terrible. I think you wanted this all along. But that's fine, I’ll teach you how to mind me, if that’s what you need.”

“Yes!” I groan. “Please, sir.”

He hums, considering me, and then the hand he had been caressing me with disappears. “There's no going back after we do this.”

I nod, hiding my face against his leg. I need him to get on with this. I want more—need more—than teasing. I don’t understand any of these desires going through me, but I surrender myself to them.

“Very well, my naughty Vivian. You can be my good girl, can’t you?”

The slap of his hand on my ass jostles me, pushing me harder into his lap. Pain blooms a moment later. Yelping, I wriggle away even as the second spanking lands on the other cheek. “You should see the lovely pink glow your ass is getting.” A third and fourth blow bloom the pain out across my skin. “Spread your legs a little for me.” Another slap connects as soon as I do. “Good girl.”

It’s starting to hurt, and I squirm away from each spanking. A heavy hand holds me still, pressing me hard into his lap. “Hold still. I’m not sure you’ve learned your lesson yet.” His fingers dip between my legs, and there’s no resistance. I’m so wet, ready for whatever else he might ask of me. “You are a dirty girl, aren’t you? I think you’re enjoying your punishment.” His hips lift, and the hard-on beneath me tells me that he’s just as into this as I am.

I push down, rubbing my stomach against Kodiche’s erection. This time the spanking is on my labia, and I squeal, earning me a chuckle. “Do you want me to touch you here?” He parts my slit with two fingers, trailing them in my wetness down to my clit, circling it once before withdrawing his hand.

He spanks me again, hard and fast until we’re both panting. “So red.” I can feel the heat rising on my skin as he gently runs his hand over my ass, admiring what he’s done to me. “Oh, Vivian, my good girl. If you could see how gorgeous you look like this.” Taunting me, he rubs between my inner thighs, not quite giving me what I want. “I could spank you every day just to look at you across my lap, taking what I give you. It wouldn’t be for punishment, just to admire all your charms.” Wetness seeps through his pants from the head of his cock, smearing on my belly as he explores the edge of my pussy and thigh.

“Touch me, please,” I whine.

He chuckles, making us both quiver. “But I am touching you. Can’t you feel me?” His fingers rub along my spine and then over my ass. “I thought I was touching you nicely. Oh!” he exclaims in mock understanding. “Do you want me to touch you somewhere else? Here, maybe?” His hands drift over my back and shoulders. “Or here?” My legs now get his gentle, probing massage.

I let out a frustrated sob.

“No,” he laughs. “I think my good girl wants me to touch her sweet cunt and make her feel amazing. Is that it?”

He's waiting for something; I know what it is. “Please,” I moan, “let me come. Make me come, I can't take it anymore!”

He makes a low, deep growl that causes my belly to tense. “Alright, I’ll touch you.” He delves into me, stretching me with two fingers, and I arch down onto his hand. It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched like this, and toys just aren’t the same. “Needy, aren’t you?” His pinky finger brushes my clit, hitting the bundle of nerves with gentle taps as he thrusts another finger into my pussy.

My ass throbs with each lifting of my hips, not letting me forget the spanking he’d given me. But each motion gets his fingers deeper inside me, probing for my g-spot and rubbing until I squeak.

“Is that the spot you want me to touch?” he teases. He rubs a bit harder, faster, and pressure builds stronger than I’ve ever felt. It’s never been this intense. He holds me there, on the precipice of coming, somehow easing back just enough to keep me from climaxing. “Not until you promise me, Vivian.”

“Anything!” I would promise him anything just to let me come.

“Promise you’ll do better, not oversleep, and do everything I say.” He flexes his fingers out inside me, bordering on too much pressure, and I love it. “I’m your boss and need you to obey me in every way, to trust me to know what’s best for you, for me, and for our company.”

“Yes. I swear! I’ll be better. I’ll be your good girl, sir,” I promise.

“My beautiful, good girl. Come for me.” He rocks his fingers across m

y g-spot, working it until I can’t stop moving with him. Reaching around me with his other hand, I’m held in a horizontal embrace as he finds my clit with two fingers, rolling it between them.

“Fuck!” I’m swept up and over, chasing the pleasure as it crashes into me. A rush flows through me, a floating sensation as my body releases, and then he’s gasping along with me. My clitoris tingles; he massages it once more until I squeak.

Kodiche laughs slightly, before pulling his hand out of me. “You taste so sweet,” he mumbles around his fingertips. “I’ve never made a woman squirt before.”

It takes an extreme amount of effort to lift my head and look over my shoulder at him. My pussy clenches at the sight of him licking his fingers. Flustered, I relax back down over his legs and try to think about all that just happened. First, I really liked the spanking more than I thought I would. Second, earning that “good girl” affected me a lot. It was more than just sexual. I liked pleasing him, doing things right. Third, Kodiche is really fucking good with his hands.

I didn’t expect any of this, not even after yesterday morning when he undressed me. Did he expect this? Did he think I would go through with it? Why? Am I the only one he’s done this to?

Jealousy burns in my chest as I think of any other women being like this with him, over his lap and at his mercy. I know I’m not his first, just as he isn’t my first, but it irks me more to think of him as someone else’s boss—dom, I guess—than to be their lover. The thought bothers me more than I want to consider, and I try to wriggle off his lap. One of his hands clamps down on my hip holding me still. The other smooths over his hair and roughly rubs his face; I can just see a hint of his expression from my position, and he looks as lost as I feel.

His demeanor changes, hardening with resolve as he stands, dropping me to the floor in the motion. “On the bed. Now,” he barks.