“You’re such a tease. I should just bend you over and spank you right here, right now.” The words rumbled through my head the same way they rolled off his lips when he spoke them to me. The way he quirked his scarred eyebrow at me, and the half-smile. He was such a bad boss. I wanted him.
Did he stroke his chin as he spoke these words to me? His voice was gruff, full of temptation. We always flirted back and forth. Threats to spank came several times a week. He wasn’t married, no girlfriend. We spent several nights working late, truly working.
Tonight was going to be different. The garage was quiet. Once again, we were working late. This morning I chose to wear a silky shift, short jacket, and the perfect skirt to work today. I’d seen his eyes watching me when I passed his office, mostly glass windows so he could watch the floor without interference.
Mack had gone to grab us some take-out about fifteen minutes ago and would be back any moment. During his time away, I’d cleaned off his desk and situated myself so that the first thing he’d see when he walked in was my bare ass in his window, bent over. I needed that spanking.
The door clanged shut, then the lock engaged. “Pipes, the food is hot. Piping hot.”
I was sure there was a chuckle after his little joke with my name, but it was lost in the roar in my head. He was back. Would he like seeing my ass bare? My pussy on display for him? I trembled, eager and fearful all at the same time. I had dreamed of this for months. There was nothing beyond this, no plan, no thought.
Mack walked into the office, his pants tight in the crotch. I could tell he liked what he saw, but that wouldn’t mean a damn thing if he didn’t take advantage. “Wow.” He set the food down on the coffee table in front of the couch and walked over, then walked around me. Mack looked at me from every angle while I lay splayed out on his desk, hair arranged just so, lashes lowered submissively, yet I followed his movement as much as I could while he was in my line of sight.
Heart pounding, I waited. The leather paddle sat out on the desk. I’d purposefully researched and even tested several paddles out. Though, I’d rather his bare hand on my hot flesh, I wouldn’t mind the feel of the leather. “Do you like what you see, Sir?”
“It pleases me. Are you sure this is what you want?” He bent over me, whispering into my ear. “I’m not kindhearted, Piper.” His breath was hot upon my neck, his teeth grazed the outer curve of my ear.
I’d caught him one night, tying up a woman in the garage. Suspended in the air. Spanked and teased, then sent home. I’d forgotten my phone and had to drive all the way back. The music had been so loud, he hadn’t heard the lock disengage or the metal door open. At first, I was jealous, but when I found out that there wasn’t anything more between them, I knew I wanted to be his.
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