Cake Love: All Things Payne(15)

"I know Brain, but he is just so good looking and sexy and God, I just want to see what's under that sweater and jeans. Okay I want to see him naked, just a little bit," I telepathically communicate to my Brain.

"What did I say? I would only help you if you did what I said. If you don't do what I say now I won't even think of helping you in the future."

Henrik starts to unzip the garment bag that I am clutching.

"Let me get these clothes out for you Morgana," his voice deepens as he reaches into the bag, tugging at the green fabric and releasing it from the hanger. He holds it up to inspect it, turning the blouse to see from every angle.

"Yes, I think this is perfect. Janice, my personal shopper, did a great job picking this out in such a short period of time." He turns his head to mine and smirks. "Now let’s get this bag out of the way so we can get you in this pretty little thing."

His hand reaches for the bag and I easily give way releasing it to the ground.

"Morgana! Earth to Morgana are you in? Make him go away." Brain is doing her best to reach me but it's of no use. I have been hypnotized by Henrik and all his manliness.

Henrik groans as his eyes gaze down my body. His fingers flutter across the lace on my chest and his nails scrape over my nipples causing me to gasp. Henrik's eyes flicker up to mine.

"The color suits you Morgana." I can feel his hand moving down my stomach until he grazes the line of my panties on my hip. His finger moves back tracing the edge until he slips a few under pulling me into his body. The tips of his fingers graze my folds and I feel the rumble from his chest as another groan escapes.

"You are so f*cking wet." He plunges inside me without hesitation and I reach for his shoulders to steady myself. Henrik rocks my body into his and I feel his erection dig into my stomach.


I'm afraid. Not that this is wrong and we shouldn't over step the boss/assistant line, but that he'll pull away again. I don't know if I can handle another one of his 'mistakes'.

"Please don't stop," I whisper and look up into his darkening blue eyes. As his hand leaves my * I can feel my heart breaking. Not again. Oh God, not again.

Before I have time to protest he pushes the fingers into my mouth as his other hand drops the blouse to cup the back of my head. Leaning me close he whispers, "Never again Morgana. I'm done fighting this. You are going to give me everything I want. I'm going to make that sweet little * of yours throb while I lick you, eat you, and finally f*ck you."

Oh God! Yes please!

I feel Henrik's lips fall to my neck as he starts to taste me. My hands move down to his stomach and I try to lift his sweater but he moves away pulling his fingers from my mouth.

"Oh no Sweetcakes. You have been a bad little assistant," he explains while walking around me. I hear him stop behind me, feeling him tug until my bra loosens. I let it fall to the floor.

"Take off your panties," his deep voice booms out the demand causing me to shiver. I tug at the damp lace until it hits the ground.

"Pick them up Sweetcakes and hand them to me."

Is it odd that I really like it when he calls me Sweetcakes? I am probably setting the women's lib movement back fifty years, but if he keeps this up I might just come without being touched.

I don't have to worry about not being touched when I feel his hand rub my ass as I bend over to retrieve my panties. When I give them over his eyes are focused on me as he brings the damp garment to his nose and inhales.

Oh God, I want to rip his clothes off right now!

Henrik walks over to the bed and sits on the edge tapping his thigh. I can see the thick bulge straining to get out of his jeans.

"Bend over Morgana so I can slap your ass until it matches these panties."

The wet heat of excitement starts to roll down my leg as my sex clenches from his words. I do what he says, and then he grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back. Shaking my head to push the hair out of my face I glance back to see him binding my wrists together with the wet lace.

"I'm not going to hurt you Morgana. If you feel uncomfortable and want me to stop yell out a safe word, alright," his voice is deep but caring, and I know he means what he says.

"Potatoes," I blurt out as it's the first word that comes to mind. I may not know much about the kink lifestyle or anything BDSM but I am pretty sure "Potatoes" is the worst safe word ever created.

Henrik tries his best to hold back a chuckle but I feel the rumbling in his body. Its short lived as his hand glides over my cheeks.

"God you have a luscious ass. I'm going to have so much fun watching it ripple later when I'm f*cking you. For right now I'll take pleasure in watching it turn pink."

His hand leaves me and a second later I feel the sting of his hand slapping my ass cheek. Henrik's hand never leaves me once he's made contact to rub the slow burn away.

"This is for all the times you teased me at work Sweetcakes. How you enjoyed flashing your colorful bras or made sure I was aware you were wearing thigh high stockings. Don't think I didn't know what you were doing."

Another sting lands on my other cheek and he continues to talk as he rubs the pain away. He spanked me once before and though I had never been spanked before I found I liked it. To the point where I fantasize about him doing this to me alone in my bed with James - my dildo.