Page 14 of Tempted
“They get spanked,” she says on a hurriedbreath.
The fear is gone, replaced completely byenthusiasm.Damn, I’m good!I slowly pull her little skirtup, exposing her cheeks. A thong. Perfect. She’s wearing some sexylingerie set, complete with garter belt and stockings.
“Were you expecting someone? Or did you wearthis for me?”
“I…I was hoping –”
“And the fuck-me heels?”
“Yes,” she whispers breathlessly.
She tries to lean into me, but I step awayand perch on the edge of her desk. I look her over from head to toeand realize I don’t want to touch her. She’s gorgeous and I didn’thesitate to fuck her before, but there’s just no interest now. Ifind a wooden ruler on her desk and trail it lightly up herthigh.
“Spread your legs.” She complies quickly,watching me with her bottom lip between her teeth. I move behindher once more, sliding the ruler up the inner sides of both thighs.“Wider.” I smack one of them and she yelps, widening her stance.“Now, the men. Who were they?”
“I don’t know.”
I slap her cheek and watch as the rulerleaves a red imprint on her ass. Her body shakes as if she justcame where she stands. I stroke the spot with the ruler, still notwanting to touch her. She rolls her hips and I smack her again,developing a pattern – slap, stroke, slap…and then change it up soshe never knows what’s coming next.
“Gage…”
“If I touch your pussy right now…will it bewet?” I ask, even though I have no inclination to do so.
“Oh, God, yes!”
I chuckle, sliding the ruler over the crotchof her panties. “Where’d you find those guys?”
“The number…my friend said she uses them forsecurity all the time.”
“Mmhmm.” I concentrate the top edge of theruler on her clit and she moans. “Security…are they from acompany?”
She rolls her hips, grinding on the ruler. Istrike her clit twice.
“No! Not a company…just…just a group offriends.”
A group. My retaliation theory seems to beright. I stroke her once more, gliding the ruler over the materialcovering her pussy. “Where’s the number?”
She hesitates. I move closer so she thinksI’m going to touch her. Instead, I slap both cheeks twice.
“Fuck, Gage...”
“The number?”
“It’s in my desk! Just please…please, fuckme!”
I give her one last smack on the ass. Hard.She jerks and cries out. “Sit,” I tell her as I toss the ruler onthe desk. She scrambles to her chair and immediately reaches for mybelt. “Uh-uh…hands in your lap.”
She smiles, licks her lips then bites intothe bottom one. She really thinks I’m going to let her suck mydick? No matter what she does, it’s all lost on me. My dick isn’teven mildly interested. “Where is it?”
“Top drawer,” she says eagerly.
I search the drawer, find a white card withjust a number on it then show it to her.
“That’s it.” She nods.
I stick it in my pocket and wonder what Ishould do with her. She’d probably do anything I tell her to. Bitchis hard-up for some dick, so I’ll get her some. “Up.” She jumps toher feet and I stand behind her. She wiggles her ass impatiently.“You want to get fucked, Cassidy?”
“God, yes!”
