Page 40 of Resisting the Temptation
“You’re late,” he barks.
I slowly walk towards him. “I’m sorry. Traffic was bad, and Jordan needed to—”
“I don’t care whatJordanneeds. When we set a time, I expect you to show up. Or at least let me know if you’re going to be late.”
“I texted you twenty minutes ago.”
“I was already here, so I didn’t get it.”
Right.
“I’ll be on time next time.”
“You better, or today’s punishment will seem like a piece of cake.” His tone turns dark with dirty promise, and I suppress a shiver. “Take off your clothes and shoes,Dulzura.No more talking unless I ask you a direct question. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” I answer as I slip off my dress, underwear, and shoes then place them neatly on the cabinet while I wait for my next instructions. The urge to keep apologizing is strong, but I already know I’m in for a punishment, so I keep my mouth shut as I stand there, unsure where to even look.
Ben circles me slowly, trailing a single finger up my right arm, across my shoulders, and down my left before tugging me back into him by my hips. He’s already hard, and I feel a bit proud my naked body does this to him.Imake him hard. With all my jiggly bits and stretch marks.
His hot breath tickles my ear as he whispers, “I’ve been dying to touch you for the last two weeks.” He trails his hands up my sides to cup my breasts and tease my nipples with his thumbs. I lay my head back against his chest and nearly sigh with relief at having his hands on me. “Do you know how difficult it is to watch you strut around the office in your pretty little outfits and not be able to put my hands on you?”
He pinches my nipple, and I gasp. My body is on fire. I’m so pent up from the last two weeks one strong breeze across my clit would have me coming.
“I asked you a question,Dulzura.”
Huh? Oh, right.
“I can imagine it was hard, Sir.”
Ben gives a mocking chuckle. “I don’t think you can imagine howhardit was.” He grinds his erect cock into my back, and my pulse picks up speed.
Icanimagine, actually. The number of times I’ve had to avert my gaze from this god-like man so I wouldn’t soak my panties is actually embarrassing. The urge to touch him, kneel at his feet and beg for him to touchmewas so strong, I almost gave in.
He didn’t ask me a direct question, so I don’t respond. He releases my breasts to slide his hands down my belly and slips one finger between my legs, teasing my entrance. I arch into his touch, needing more.
“Such a needy little slut for me,” he growls. “Tell me the truth, Dulzura. Did you play withmypussy while we were apart?”
Itriedto. I laid in bed replaying every delicious memory of our first two times and got so turned on I had to slip my fingers underneath mypajamas. When I couldn’t with my fingers, I tried my trusty bullet vibrator. I can usually make myself come pretty fast, so when ten minutes passed and I still hadn’t found relief, I gave up and cursed Ben.
I swallow harshly, not wanting to admit to my failed attempt at self-pleasure, but I don’t want to lie to him about it either. “I—I tried to, Sir.”
Ben removes himself completely from my body, and I let out an embarrassingly needy whimper at the loss. He walks around me, coming to stand right in front of me, tipping my chin up so I’m forced to stare into his coffee-colored eyes.
“What do you mean youtried?”
“I didn’t successfully… ya know…finish,Sir.”
“But you touched yourself?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Ben tsks and cups the side of my face, his tone deceptively sweet for the words that come out. “PoorDulzuracouldn’t make herself come. Desperate and needy, writhing around in her bed with no relief. What will I do to punish you for being defiant?”
“I think me not coming on my own is punishment enough, Sir.” I know it won’t work. He’ll never let me off the hook for disobeying.
Ben tips his head back and gives a husky laugh. A real one, loud and guttural. It sounds a bit rusty, like he hasn’t laughed in a really long time, and it sends goosebumps skittering across my body.
“Oh, honey. Nice try. You didn’t follow the rules, so now I get to punish you. On the bed. Prop yourself up against theheadboard.”
