Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“You were…thinking about me…” he says, his voice low, almost as if he’s reciting romantic prose. “About how I told you to kneel and you did it. How I told you to strip and you did it. How I gave you a cookie and you loved it.”
Something primal snaps inside me. I don’t even know what it is, but it causes me to lash out.
I swing, desperate to slap him, but he catches my wrist and pins me.
Desperate, I lean in, trying to press my lips to his. But he backs up, teasing me from centimeters away, a kiss so close but yet so far.
“You were thinking about the motel,” he goes on, his voice a gorgeous growl. “How I made you come on that dirty old rug and then held you as you cried in my arms.”
My lust for him has reached a fever. Horny doesn’t even describe it. Every inch of me is sizzling, hopelessly longing for more of his touch. And as he slides his fingers up and lifts the hem of my skirt, I nearly explode.
It’s like the walls are closing in on me. The luxurious elevator has become a cage—a prison of passion, and I am its desperate hostage.
I don’t even know what I want him to do to me. I just know that I want more.
More!
This is the man I must give my virginity to. No other man deserves it. No other man has the balls to just take it like he does. And he could have already, but he’s making me wait. Playing this game with me in a way that only he could do.
His thick fingers slide up my thighs. His eyes bear down on me, corrupting me, taking me to places I’ve never been as he finds my panties, soaked with arousal…
“This is so not okay…” I tell him. “We’re holding up the elevator—”
“Yeah, they can wait,” he says.
“But, Blake—”
“Quiet!” he snaps, raising his voice in a way I’ve never heard before. It sends a jolt through me, causing my heart to leap. “Turn around.”
I instantly obey and turn and face the wall.
The next thing I know, he’s got my skirt pulled up over my hips. What’s he going to do? Is he going to actually fuck me now, right here?
I swallow hard as the heat between my legs spreads. I lick my lips as my body begins to tremble.
Then, suddenly, I feel a hot sting on my ass. I yelp and look back over my shoulder.
He just spanked me!
My first instinct is to feel offended. If this was anybody else, I would be screaming right now. But Blake is not anyone else. In fact, he’s the most important person in my life.
“That’s what you get for trying to slap me. Twice.” He spanks me again, causing my whole body to shake. I gasp, my clit starting to tingle. “And that is for not coming to work for two days.”
“I…I’m sorry,” I whimper, arching my back.
Spank me again, Daddy. Please.
“You want another?” he asks. I can’t see his face, but I hear the smile in his voice.
I nod, but that’s not enough for him.
“You want another!?” he barks, snatching a fistful of my hair. Oh no. The people at the office are going to see. What will they think?
Honestly, the thought kind of turns me on. Will they think I was just getting dominated in the elevator on the way up? Or will they just assume it’s a bad hair day?
I nod. “Yes, please.”
He spanks me again, the other cheek this time, equalizing the balance. I draw a deep breath and feel my lips twist into a smile of pure joy and content.
Actually, I’m not content. I want more. But when I hear the elevator alarm come on and the voice over the intercom asking if everything’s all right, I know I won’t be getting it.
“Everyone okay?” the voice asks.
“Yeah, we’re fine,” Blake replies, pressing the button again, causing the elevator to rise. “Sorry.”
He hangs up the call and turns back to me. My eyes move to his bulge. So close, yet so far away. It’s just not fair that he’s keeping it from me. But he’s the one in control here. Not me.
He lets his hand trace over my breast, toying with the top button as if he’s going to undo it. I watch over his shoulder as the numbers for each floor light up as we rise.
Almost there…
No, no, no, this isn’t right! This isn’t okay! Blake just started touching me—giving me what he knows I need. And now we’re headed up to the office!?
“No…” I whine, letting the word slip from my lips.
Blake gets it. He looks down at me and fixes my hair with his strong fingers.
“It’s okay, boss.” He smirks, proud of himself. He should be. Then he leans close, bringing his lips to my ear, and whispers, “Tonight, I’ll take care of you. All the way.”