Priceless

“We had a busy schedule,” I interject before my wife turns into a tomato. “Speaking of schedules, please clear mine. I’m not officially back until tomorrow.”

“But there’s a meeting at—”

“I’m sure you can handle it and if you can’t, call Rebecca. Baby, come into my office. You didn’t get to see it the last time you were here.” I usher Maple forward. The only thing she saw before was the conference room.

Wide-eyed, she takes in the large space. “It’s really big.”

“You say that about all my things,” I joke. I tug her purse off her shoulder and toss it on to the nearest horizontal surface, which happens to be my desk. Shedding my jacket and loosening my tie, I pat my knee. “Come over and plant your ass here.”

“What for?” She gives me a suspicious glance.

“What do you think? I’m hungry.”

“You ate about”—she looks at her watch—“two hours ago.”

“As I was saying, I’m hungry.” I start to undo my cufflinks. I really need to rethink clothing altogether. “I read you need at least eight servings a day to maintain a balanced and nutritious diet.”

“Eight servings?” She shakes her head, clearly not thinking I’m serious. Her wandering takes her over to the windows. “We didn’t even do eight on the honeymoon!”

After I roll up my sleeves, I stretch out my legs, place my hands behind my head and watch as she takes it all in. “We made a good effort on day two but you fell asleep after round six.”

“I couldn’t even move for the next two days. You had to carry me everywhere.”

“It was my pleasure.” Literally. I loved having fucked her into exhaustion. It’s not like we left the hotel room. I’d booked a suite at the top of the best accommodation in Rome. From the outdoor balcony that housed a private pool and spa, we could see the entire city. Room service brought our food and we had housekeeping change the organic hemp sheets every couple of days. Boutiques delivered all the rest of the necessities such as satin corsets, silk stockings, gossamer fine panties. I even found a lovely diamond and pearl choker that had once belonged to a seventeenth century countess. Maple looked particularly delectable wearing that and nothing else. We fucked in front of the mirror so she could see the evidence of her beauty for herself. That was one of the hottest fuckfests we had. Watching my cock shuttling in and out of her tiny, juicy cunt is the best sight in the world. Sadly I have no mirror in my office so I’m going to have to have her ride me. That’s not a sacrifice. I love seeing her on top of me, either facing me where I can suck on her ripe tits or away, where I can see her ass jiggle as she writhes up and down my cock.

I press the heel of my hand against my thick shaft and cut off my mental fantasies. Any more of that and I’ll be coming in my business suit.

“Maple. Here. Now,” I order.

She jerks away from the window as if I tugged on a string. She likes being bossed around in the bedroom. Not so much out of it, but that’s fine. We all have our preferences. I promised not to interfere with her calling—which was to make the type of jewelry she wanted for the type of people she wanted. I had to vow not to try to commercialize her work. It was an easy agreement to make. I have enough money that she doesn’t ever have to make another piece of jewelry unless she absolutely wants to. My whole goal in life is to make her happy—well, and to have as many orgasms as possible, but I feel like those two things go hand in hand. If I’m getting off, it’s because she is too.

Maple stops about a foot away from my desk and juts out her little chin. “Maybe I don’t want to sit on your desk.”

“Maybe someone wants her ass reddened.”

The thought excites her but she pretends that it doesn’t even though I can see how her legs clench at my words. “You talk a big game, Major, but it’s been hours since you’ve laid a finger on me. Who really knows if you’re up to teaching someone like me a lesson?” She flips her hair over one shoulder.

I surge from my chair and grab her, bending her over my desk. I grip her hair tight in one hand to stretch out her neck. With my free hand, it takes one slice from the solid gold letter opener lying on my blotter to rip open the seam of her yoga pants.

“Major!” she yelps.

I toss the letter opener to the side and slap her ass. “You’re surprised?” I swat her other cheek. “You thought you could taunt me and that you’d come away unscathed?” Swat. Swat. Swat. Her ass starts to turn a satisfying red. Cream drips out of her hot cunt.