Page 9 of Dirty Arrangement

“Not even a little bit.”

“This is crazy.”

Thomas moves his hands up and down his thighs in a languid, enticing motion. I'm drawn to it. Especially when he gets close to his zipper... to where his cock is hidden away. “I noticed something about you when we were in my office, Alice.”

My breathing quickens. “What?”

“You have a dark side. You like having someone conquering you, telling you what to do.” His fingers curl, my pussy twitches. “You're not going to walk away from this. I see it in your eyes. Now get in my lap.”

The moment stretches between us. We stare into each others eyes, a tense game of chicken. I can hear my heart, feel my pulse. A deep, shaky breath rolls through my chest as I realize what I'm about to do.

Thomas has me figured out in a way even I don't understand. This twisted, hot, needy part of me is too hungry to let me turn away from this situation.

I want to know what he's going to do next.

I lie my body across my boss's lap. Over my head I hear him let out a gritty moan—so quiet I nearly miss it. He's in control of himself, but I'm making him struggle to keep it together. Knowing that makes my clit throb.

His palm traces over my spine through my silky blouse. He keeps going, stroking the swell of my ass, lifting goosebumps and bolts of electricity with his touch. My belly ripples with searing arousal—I'm wriggling in place and he hasn't even traced his way backupmy body. Trembling, I bury my face into the arm of the couch. I wonder if my skin is as red as the leather.

Thomas groans. “Your body is astounding.”

A flush of pride hits me.

Then the first slap arrives.

It's sharp and sudden; I squeal in shock. I'm not prepared, why did I think I would be?

He brushes the spot where he spanked me. “We all make mistakes. Being punished is how we learn. Trust me, you'll thank me for this.”

“I doubt that,” I mumble into the couch. Both of us freeze.Shit.I didn't mean to say that out loud. The situation has my brain scrambled.

His fingers roll up my back until they're tangled in my hair. It's a gentle grip, but I'm hyper aware of it. My scalp tingles—my pussy squeezes—I'm falling apart the more he does. “What an attitude you have,” he says softly. His grip tightens. “I think you like testing me. Do you like getting a reaction out of me, Alice? I love getting them out of you.”

Thomas spanks my ass harder than before. Again and again, his palm claims my flesh, not holding back. The thin material of my pants gives me no protection.

I moan—once—before trying to hold my breath. I don't want him to know how much I love this. He can't win, I won't let him! But when I think he's nearly done he keeps going.

The idea of him dominating my body, controlling me so easily, is making my panties wet. His hand squeezes my ass. I wiggle my hips and cry out in defeat. “Enough, stop!”

“Beg me,” he growls.

I suck in a mouthful of shocked air. Beg him? I want to be angry but I'm too turned on to get there. His palms spread my ass cheeks, mauling them, and I give up and just moan like an animal in heat. “Please! I won't be bad, I won't misbehave! I swear, Mr. Volt! Oh, god...” I start panting. “I can't take it, I can't, I need... I need more, ah...”

My body is shaking. Thomas caresses my tender ass, playing with the top of my pants. “Fuck. You beg so pretty. I won't spank you anymore, but I don't think you hated it. I think you loved it, Alice.”

Abruptly he reaches beneath me, unhooking my button and zipper. One fluid yank pulls my pants down my thighs. Having my ass exposed to his seeking eyes leaves me frozen. I've never been so vulnerable. His other hand presses on my lower back, holding me steady, like he thinks I'll try and escape. I won't. My desire won't let me.

Groping the roundness of my ass, he forces my legs open enough to give access between. His fingertips graze my soaked panties—I whimper. “You're so wet,” he moans, husky with his own need. I can feel his erection under my belly where I'm lying.

Expertly, he traces the outline of my vulva, toying with my panties, tugging at the waistband and snapping them into place. He rolls a thumb backwards, grazing between my ass cheeks. “You're so ready to come. Maybe I should tease you more, hm?”

“No, please, no.” My hips rub firmly against his hand. “I can't take it, Mr. Volt, please, I...”

His chuckle fills me with lust. “Please let you come? Maybe.” He pulls the cotton into my crack. It makes me gasp, his response is an appreciative grunt. “The way these dig right into that hungry ass of yours is so beautiful.”

I twist around to see what he's doing. Thomas is staring at how my panties are being pulled upwards, ready to snap. He's fascinated by what he sees. So am I. His free hand curls around the wet fabric of the crotch of my panties andyanks.I shudder as the material breaks and cool air whispers over my snatch.

“How badly do you want me to finger you?” he demands.

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