Page 119 of His Good Girl

He removed his hand suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. “Not yet. You have work to do.”

I whined softly, which made his mouth twitch in amusement.

“Go to your desk,” he ordered, smacking my pussy lightly.

I straightened my skirt, my face hot with embarrassment and arousal. “Yes, sir.”

At my desk, I tried to focus on the emails that had accumulated overnight. It was impossible. Every movement reminded me that I was bare beneath my skirt. Every time I shifted, the material brushed against my sensitive flesh.

A while later, Callum calledme over to him,and thenhe pointed to the floor in front of his chair. I walked over and stood before him, my hands clasped in front of me.

“On your knees, young lady,” he demanded softly.

I sank down immediately, my breath catching.

“Unbuckle my belt.”

I obeyed.

“Unzip me.”

My hands shook slightly as I reached for his pants, unzipping them slowly. I pulled down his pants and underwear the bestthat I could and his cock sprang free, already hard and thick. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking him once before he stopped me with a hand in my hair.

“Did I say to touch?” he asked, his voice firm.

“No, sir.”

“Open your mouth.”

I did, looking up at him as I waited. He guided himself to my lips, rubbing the head against my mouth. “You’re going to suck me quietly while I work. If you do a good job, I’ll let you come at lunch.”

I moaned softly, taking him into my mouth. He tasted so good, the weight of him on my tongue making my own arousal spike. I sucked him slowly, carefully,as he quietly got back to work. He held a file in his hands and turned the page every now and again. Each time I heard the paper swish, my pussy clenched.

For twenty minutes, I knelt there, my mouth full of him, my pussy throbbing with need. He occasionally stroked my hair or adjusted his position slightly, but mostly ignored me as he sat and worked. The humiliation and arousal of being used so casually had me dripping onto my thighs.

Finally, he looked down at me with dark eyes. “That’s enough. Stand up.”

I released him reluctantly, rising on shaky legs. He zipped himself up and reached beneath my skirt, finding me soaking wet.

“I think,” he said, “it’s time for your lunch reward.” He patted his thigh. “Over my knee, young lady.”

I did, draping myself over his thighs, my ass up. Helifted the skirt and pushed it up over my hips, exposing the stockings, garters, and my bare bottom. His hand caressed one cheek, then the other.

“I’ve been thinking about this all morning,” he said, his voice low. “About howredyour ass got yesterday. About how you cried out when I spanked you.”

I whimpered softly, already anticipating the sting.

He brought his hand down on my ass, the smack loud in the quiet office. I gasped, my hands gripping the arm of his chair as he spanked me. He continued, his palm connecting with my ass in a steady, relentless rhythm. By the tenth, I was squirming, the heat building. I lost count after that, and the spanking got harder until tears were pricking my eyes.

Finally, he stopped, his hand resting on my heated flesh. “You’re being so good for me, Avery.”

“Thank you, sir,” I whispered.

His hand moved between my legs, finding my wetness. “This is what you needed, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Rowe,” I admitted, pushing back against his hand.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded.