Page 15 of Tangled Control

She hasn’t uttered a sound since I started, but as I land the eighth slap, there’s a small moan and her head drops to the desk. My cock strains painfully against my belt. Her arse tilts higher in the air – higher than earlier – that scrap of cotton covering her pussy fully on display. Jesus, Catriona likes being spanked, she craves it! I caress her tender skin and am rewarded with another soft moan.

As I begin the last of her punishment, I hit closer to her pussy. There is no mistaking the moans coming from Catriona. Her hands are in tight fists in front of her. Electricity zaps up my spine.

“Twelve…”

I keep the pressure on her lower back. Her flaming cheeks are warm under my hand. My breathing is ragged and I don’t want it to end. She makes no attempt to get up. I squeeze the soft globe, and before I can stop myself, I slip two fingers in under her panties. Silky skin, and then…wetness. A low groan rumbles in my chest. Catriona lifts her head from my desk, and she stills.

I’ve gone too far.

I went too far the moment I got off my chair!

Shite, shite,shite!I need to stop this, and right now.

I pull my hand from her wet heat and bend down to grab her trousers from the floor. I can smell her arousal and I’m oh-sotempted to put my mouth where my fingers have been. Instead, I rise and cover her gorgeous long legs and pink cheeks with her baggy trousers.

“Stand up,” I whisper, surprised that I’m able to speak considering how the blood is pumping through my body. She immediately responds, standing awkwardly straight, facing forward, avoiding eye contact. I quickly button and zip her trousers and fasten the belt.

Now what?

I clear my throat. “The O’Toole file… I want no more nonsense from you. I want overview points of the contract by tomorrow lunchtime in preparation for Saturday’s meeting.”

With a jerky movement, she grabs the file off my desk and practically runs out of the office.

As the door shuts behind her, I close my eyes and let out a stuttered breath. I’m shaking. Slowly, I make my way over to my private bathroom, lock the door, and unzip my trousers. As I grab my rock-hard cock, I refuse to think about the implications of what I’ve done, how many written and unwritten rules I have broken, how this could affect my working relationship with Catriona – that is, if we’ll even be in our jobs by the end of the week. I block it all out and allow myself a moment with only my lust on my mind. As I pump my cock through my fist, I lift my other hand and inhale the smell on my fingers. The scent of Catriona’s wetness. A mix of tart and sweet. I suck the trace of the liquid off them. Sweat is beading at my temples, and I moan around my digits. My cock swells. I can’t hold back and come hard with Catriona’s name echoing in my head.

Eleven

Catriona

What the hell just happened? I mean seriously,what the hell just happened?!I wrap my coat tighter around me as I hurry down the street, only short of running.

I let my boss spank me.

I didn’t stop him when he dropped my trousers and spanked me.

“And I liked it,” I whisper to myself, then groan. My cheeks heat in mortification.

Oh, God.

The sight of him as he rose from his desk. His lean frame seemed twice its size. And his eyes, I’ve never seen them like that, so full of life yet so dark and…controlled. I hadn’t done anything to stop what he was doing to me. I didn’t want to.

“Let go.”

I did. As the burn on my skin spread like wildfire to every part of my body, the outside world had disappeared and all that existed was Rian’s voice, his heat, his touch, his demands. I had arched my back to make his hand hit me better and barelymanaged to suppress my cry of pleasure when his fingers slid under my underwear.

The utter disappointment when he stopped.

I glance over my shoulder to check for traffic, then run across three lanes to the other side of the road and slip through the side gate of Trinity College, aiming for the shortcut through the cobblestoned grounds.

I can still feel his warm, heavy breath on my neck – proof he was just as affected by what happened as I was. What does it mean? I shake my head, trying to focus. How can I ever look him in the eyes again? How can I ever look at myself in the mirror?

Oh my God! What if my mother finds out? I almost scream at the thought, gathering my jacket tighter around me. Not that my mother ever will find out.

And it will never happen again, I swear, while trying to ignore how uncomfortable my wet panties are and how the hot skin of my bum rubs against my trousers.

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“Yes…”