Page 10 of Dirty Arrangement

“Yes, do it,” I pant. I rock my ass upwards, trying to coerce him to slide his fingers inside of me. His hand pulls away cruelly. “Thomas, please, I'm going crazy.”

“Mr. Volt.”

“Mr. Volt,” I sob wantonly. “I need something, anything, please.”

“I didn't think you were a greedy girl.” His fingertips slide along my left ass-cheek, then down to my inner thigh, making tiny circles, always out of reach of my clit. “You'd do anything to come right now.”

“Yes.”

Wordlessly he slips his fingers over my slit; I twitch violently. Thomas rubs my clit back and forth, and I make it easy for him by arching my back so my hips rise off his body. He has all the room he needs to rub me towards an orgasm. Heat rules my skin. I clench my thighs, humping his hand to drive myself over the edge. He summoned me to this place to punish me but all of that vanishes from my brain as my body melts. I just want to come. Nothing else matters.

He plunges one finger inside my pussy. That's all I need—I moan loudly, biting the couch as I orgasm on his lap. Thomas strokes me inside and out through my climax. “Yes, yes, fuck yes,” I ramble.

I'm close to coming again when his finger slips free. “Good girl.” Looking back, I watch him lick my juices from his finger. My cunt squeezes helplessly at the hot visual.

Carefully, he rolls me off his lap and guides me to the soft rug at his feet. Baffled, I stare up at him, catching a glimpse of his cock where it struggles to bust free of his pants. He looks down at me expectantly. I know what he wants, because I want it, too.

We haven't even kissed yet... and here I am, kneeling and undoing his zipper to get to his dick.

My hands shake as I tug his trousers lower. His hard-on pushes his boxers out so far I have to lean away. I breath in, hand resting at the base of his cock. Lifting my eyes, I watch him through my eyelashes. Thomas is fixated on me, his mouth a hard line. “Fucking hell,” he whispers.

His control is fracturing on the edges. It pushes me onward—I want to see if he'll break like I did. Probably not, but even a little is exciting. Running my tongue over my lips to wet them, I peel his underwear down until his hard cock bounces into the light. It's thick enough that my fingers can't quite wrap around, his skin warm, his musk making me dizzy.

His shaft slides over my tongue easily; down my throat less so. I work to give him the best blowjob I can, but I've never handled a cock that thick. Saliva drips down my chin. Over my head my boss hisses through clenched teeth.

I nearly blackout from my rabid need to taste his cum. When he works his fingers into my hair, holding me steady, I reach down and start masturbating. It doesn't matter which of us climaxes first—or again, in my case—because they overlap. Warm jizz flows down my throat. Thomas keeps his grip on the back of my head, as if I'd dare to not swallow.

He tastes delicious; I keep sucking, tongue circling his cock-head, until he pulls away. My face is wet from my chin to my throat. Breathing heavily, I wipe my mouth with my forearm.I can't believe we just did all of that. I want to see his expression, but he turns away before I can.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

He zips his pants shut, saying nothing as I stare at the back of his head. I'm sure he's debating something and I'm anxious to know what. He must come to some decision because he walks towards a fridge in the corner. “I have a gift for you.” Seconds later he returns with a small paper bag. His expression is calm, all evidence of his wild lust erased. How can someone have that much control? I'm still kneeling there, shivering with aftershocks, and he's acting like we didn't just make each other orgasm.

“Take this home with you,” he says sternly. “And don't be late for work tomorrow.”

I take the package numbly. “What is it?”

Thomas smirks sharply. “You'll love it. I know you will. Put it in your fridge and don't peek until I tell you to.” He helps me to my unstable feet. We're face to face; his eyes dart to my mouth. He's thinking the same thing I am.

Clutching the bag, I close the distance and push my lips on his. He doesn't stop me. How can a kiss be more intimate than being spanked by your boss? More intense than giving him a BJ? I can't explain what I'm thinking, I just know I want to keep our lips pressed together because here, like this, I don't need to wonder if my life is coming apart at the seams.

My tongue grazes the sharp edges of his teeth—he groans, then rips away from me. His dark eyes burn with lust. He wants me and he isn't quick enough to hide it. “Thomas,” I whisper.

He motions for me to pull up my pants. “You need to leave.”

A tiny part of my heart cracks. I bend down and tug my pants over my naked pussy. I don't waste time looking for my panties, I know they were destroyed during the spanking. “Why are you doing this?” I ask him.

He's dead silent.

“Thomas—”

“It's Mr. Volt,” he reminds me coldly. His shoulders hunch, like he's pissed off or brooding over something. “I told you to go. My driver will take you home. Bye, Alice.”

I don't understand, but it's clear he's done with me. Tightening my grip on the paper bag, I enter the elevator. Thomas doesn't look my way as the doors pinch together.

He'd called the spanking my punishment.

This rejection hurts so much more.

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