Pulling back, he nodded. “Turn and bend over the desk.”
Her lips parted. “Here?”
He simply stared at her steadily until, biting her lip, she complied.
“Raise your skirt up.”
Reaching around, she pulled up the long, dark blue skirt, revealing a pair of silky, green panties. Duncan dragged those down to her ankles.
“Split your legs,” he ordered.
“Oh God,” she groaned.
“Hush,” he told her. “No talking. You can cry out, this office is soundproof, but I think you’ve talked enough today.” He kept his voice strict. He really was upset with her for leaving the shop without thinking first and was determined to make sure it didn’t happen again.
She split her legs apart and Duncan stepped to the side, slapping his hand down on her left buttock. It flattened then bounced back. He moved to the right cheek, giving it two hard, fast slaps. Then he went from one side to the other until her buttocks were blushing red.
He had to hand it to her, though, despite the odd cry, she kept quiet. Duncan grabbed her butt cheeks firmly and she let out a low moan. He pulled them apart, rubbing firmly before reaching one hand between her legs and probing at the entrance to her pussy.
She was wet with arousal, just as he’d guessed. He pushed one finger inside her. He didn’t have time for much, as it was he was going to have to work through his lunch break to make back this time. But he would leave her thinking about him all afternoon, with her butt on fire and a corresponding burn in her pussy.
Duncan thrust his finger in and out of her pussy then drew it out to flick at her clit.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she cried.
“Like that, baby,” he crooned.
“Yes.”
“Good, no coming without my permission.”
She whimpered at that as he thrust two fingers inside her, rubbing that spot that drove her wild. She clenched around him and he drew back. Bending, he grabbed her panties, pulling them up.
Laken turned her head to gape at him, but she didn’t move, nor did she say anything.
Good little subbie.
Duncan turned her, drawing her into his arms. “No touching yourself this afternoon. You’re not to orgasm without permission.” He brushed her hair behind her ears then kissed her pouting lip.
“Now, I’ll walk you back and we’ll talk about how to get your clothes to Freestown.”
He took hold of her small hand and she sighed. “I just want to say that this is really mean, how am I supposed to concentrate when I’m this turned on?”
“If it makes you feel any better, you’re not alone.” He adjusted himself with a grimace. It was going to be a long afternoon.
Chapter Seventeen
Laken looked into the computer screen at Eli, who looked as exhausted as she felt.
“So Ian and Sawyer saw nothing?” Duncan said with frustration. He held her tight on his lap. Maybe she should have insisted on sitting by herself, but she was exhausted and stressed. It had been a long night and she really just wanted to cuddle up to Duncan in bed.
Two weeks had passed since that first night they’d played in Saxon’s and nothing had happened. It was wearing her down.
She was finding it harder and harder to sleep or eat. She suppressed a small yawn. They had to do something. Now. She couldn’t keep going on like this.
“I’m going to put Laken to bed,” Duncan told Eli who was now peering out at them. “Then we’ll discuss this further.”
“No, wait,” she said as he went to stand. “I want to hear what you’re talking about.”