Page 82 of Assistant to the Billionaire CEO

I put my hands on her curvy hips and pulled her against me. She parted her lips like she meant to say something, but I didn’t give her the opportunity. Instead, I pressed my lips against hers and parted them further with my tongue. She responded by getting weak in the knees. I tightened my hold around her. She wasn’t going anywhere. Her moan filled my mouth like the sweetest honey, and my tongue slipped deeper inside. Pressing myself closer, my body was flush against hers.

I would devour her. She was mine, and mine alone.

Stella moaned into my mouth and pushed her hips against mine. My angry cock pressed into her.

“Eww! Yuck! PDA, much?” a blonde-haired girl in a red dress said, making gagging sounds as she walked down the hallway just past the door, with a tiny Chihuahua in tow.

Stella pulled away, obviously startled by the youth’s sudden appearance. “Oh, gosh,” she muttered, catching her breath, “That was little Jilly from Apartment 601. Her mom and I are in the same yoga class. Little Goliath has a weak bladder.”

“Let’s get inside now,” I growled, tugging Stella into her apartment and closing the door behind us. Without wasting any time, I put my arm around her and pushed her against the wall, caging her in. The feeling of her curves pressing against my chest made me want to rip off her robe. Without thinking, I grabbed her wrists and placed her arms above her head. I leaned in to devour her mouth, my other hand already on the satin belt of her robe.

“Wait,” she said, interrupting me. She drew away and made eye contact. “What changed? You told me to go home… I’m not fired like your last assistant?”

“No, you’re not.”

“Oh, my God, really?”

“I didn’t fire my last assistant because she fucked up,” I stated calmly. “I fired her because she lied to me. You told me the truth.”

Her shoulders visibly relaxed. “And I thought you never wanted to see me again.”

“I had to return the souvenir you gave me, otherwise I’d be a thief,” I grumbled darkly. I stuck my hand into my pocket and withdrew her black G-string. Dangling it in front of her, I leaned in again, stopping just a breath from her mouth. “Plus,” I rumbled, pausing just long enough to throw her underwear somewhere behind my shoulder—she wouldn’t be needing them—and leaning in, my lips brushing hers, “you’ve been a bad girl. You need a spanking.” I stood straight.

“Haven’t I been punished enough?” she almost purred. Her hands started fiddling with my belt buckle, and I knew she’d have it undone within seconds if I didn’t intervene.

“Perhaps you’d be punished less often if you weren’t such a bad girl. But you were naughty, and once I’m done with you, you won’t be disobeying me again,” I growled, grabbing her hand and removing it from my belt.

“Wait… What are you doing?” she asked, wriggling around to free herself from my grasp.

“Commencing your punishment. Finally.” I let go of her and took up position on the chair next to me. “Now, I’m only going to say this once. On my knee.”

I’d never seen a woman crawl on my lap so quicklyandeagerly. It almost caused me to chuckle. She was ready to accept her spanking, and I would enjoy every second.

Taking my time, I unbuttoned my right sleeve and rolled it up to my elbow. I did the same with my left. “When I’m done with you, you won’t be sneaking into my office ever again.” I slid my hand over her curves and moved the robe up, revealing her bare ass. Her round bottom jiggled at my touch.

I smacked it, and she let out a sound that resembled a laughing gasp.

“It tickles!”

“Oh, yeah?”

“This doesn’t feel like punishment.” I heard her gasp again and she shook her head, as if she wondered why she’d just admitted that.

“How about now?” I growled and smacked her again, this time sharper.

“Ouch,” she hissed.

“Better?” I smirked and smacked her harder. “Does it still tickle?”

She ground her hips against me, writhing, and trying to gain a bit of friction. “Ouch! Definitely better.” She bit her lower lip in eager anticipation.

Damn. She was naughty and flawless.

I knew she was already wet for me, and I’d just gotten started. Stella was the perfect girl for me. This time, I really smacked her ass.

“Ouch, that was almosttoohard,” she protested.

“Hush. Count down from ten.”

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