The Deal

“Imagine how you'd feel if there was a glass wall behind us, like the meeting rooms, and people were watching you, knowing you had to be reprimanded for your lack of self control.”

She gasped then glanced back over her shoulder.

"Face front!" He stood behind her and lifted her skirt, revealing her stockings, garters, and black lace panties. How glorious she looked. He intended to treasure her, give her everything she wanted and more. He kept pushing the skirt up until it bunched around her waist.

She groaned. He noticed her hands fisted. She was highly aroused.

It thrilled him to see her responses, to know he could push her, tease her long and hard, and then bring her to orgasm. “It seems you want to be humiliated like this, here in my office, where we should be discussing the terms of our deal like civilized business colleagues.”

“I want you,” she blurted, as if unable to hold back the words.

“All in good time,” he murmured, "we have to resolve this before we can discuss terms. You know that, don’t you?”

Trailing his fingers between her legs, he followed the line of her crease down, pressing the fabric of her panties until he reached her clit. When he touched her there, she moaned loudly. The humid heat he felt there made him edgier still, lust getting the better of him, “Pull down your panties and let me see you.”

She reached back and wriggled her underwear down her thighs until it fell around her knees.

“If you want to succeed in business, you must learn to concentrate, no matter what sort of distraction is going on, is that clear?”

Again, she nodded.

“Your terms are perfectly acceptable to me,” he continued, “and I admire your spirit. But you couldn’t even stick to your own terms! You couldn’t control your

desires long enough to see it through. That’s no way to cut a business deal!” He fought to control his smile.

She squirmed on the spot, her body arching. "You're so right."

He stood behind her and made quick bursts of contact on her buttocks with the palm of his hand. She shuddered, swaying as she tried to maintain her position over the desk. Seeing her offer herself – after believing he might have lost her for good – made him rock hard and ready. “I expect more from you. Is that understood?”

She gasped for breath. “Yes.”

He spanked her again, smiling when her back arched and her bottom met his hand eagerly. He admired his handiwork, the red mark from the point of contact like a flag to his lust, fuelling the need for more physical contact. “Your pale skin marks in the most spectacular way,” he commented. “One more time, for good measure.”

Her body tensed. He spanked her against the underside of her buttocks, his palm making contact with her bared pussy. She was hot, and wet.

She panted loudly and looked back at him with a plea in her eyes. It was time. He unzipped and pulled out his cock. He moved into position, pushing her legs farther apart with his knee.

“You've submitted all of this today of your own free will?”

"I'm yours, your willing slave," she offered.

He slapped her on the buttock and positioned her hips.

“If I thought you'd paraded in here with a list of demands and a promise to be my willing slave just to get my attention, you’d be in even bigger trouble than this,” he challenged, reaching down to run his thumb back and forth over her clit.

"You know I meant it."

Of course I do.

She reached orgasm moments later, crying out with relief.

He didn't keep her waiting. She was still shuddering with release when he opened her up with two fingers and eased his cock into her.

“Oh yes,” she groaned in relief.

He pulled her hips hard on to him, lifting her physically, his cock buried deep inside her. She grasped at the far side of the desk for anchorage and let him ride her

The brutal intensity was everything he wanted.