Beg for It(40)

“No…what?”

“No, it wasn’t professional or appropriate.”

Corinne straightened. “No, it wasn’t professional or appropriate…what?”


“I love it when you call me Ma’am.” Corinne’s whisper tickles his ear as she nuzzles him. Her fingers are sliding over his chest and belly to cup his cock, still half-hard though only moments before he’d been exploding inside her.

He puts his hand over hers, reminding her without words that in the aftermath of their lovemaking, he’s sensitive. “You do? How come?”

“I don’t know. It’s kind of silly.”

He turns his face to find her mouth with his. She tastes of salt. Their kisses are lightweight and floating.

“I just know that I love it,” she tells him.

“Then I’ll always say it,” Reese replies. “As long as you want me to.”


“You didn’t have to come over,” he said in a low voice. “You didn’t have to let me touch you. Or kiss you.”

Corinne tilted her head, just so, and Reese held back a groan. She looked at him the way she’d used to. Assessing. Considering. Narrowed eyes and that small, smug smile. He couldn’t see them, but he knew her nipples were hard.

“Your *’s getting wet for me,” he managed to say, though every word snagged and ripped on his clenched teeth.

She drew in a breath, her eyes going heavy lidded for a second. “Oh, yes. Yes, Reese, I’m so wet for you right now, all I can think about, actually, is sliding up the hem of my skirt and having you lap it all up.”

He’d taken a step toward her before he could stop himself, but with one look she stopped him in his tracks. Another look would’ve sent him to his knees in front of her, right there with his cock busting out of his shorts, but Corinne held up a finger. The other hand let the ruler dangle.

“No,” she breathed. “No, you don’t deserve a single lick of this *. Not a single drop of my honey. Do you?”

“I’m not going to beg for it. I don’t do that anymore.”

A lift of her brow sent a surge of arousal burning through him. “I imagine you don’t have to. But you want to beg me. Don’t you?”

“This is not professional, Corinne. If you want to be judgmental about it, at least I asked you to come to my house. I didn’t…I didn’t corner you in the office…” It was hard to keep his voice from shuddering at the way she gave him another small head tilt. Her gaze swept him up and down.

“There’s a wet spot on the front of your shorts. Your poor cock. It must ache, it’s so hard.” She kept her voice low, but glanced behind him, over his shoulder, before latching eyes with him again. “You didn’t lock the door.”

“No.”

“Anyone could walk in. And what would they see? That thick, hard cock tenting the front of your shorts. So desperate to get inside my cunt that you’re already almost coming right there.” She curled her fingers upward and let the ruler fall against her palm.

His cock leaped at the sound of that soft thwack. More liquid oozed from the tip, wetting the fabric. “So tell me to lock it, and I’ll put you on the desk, I’ll be inside you in half a minute.”

Her expression went hard. “Absolutely not. You come back into my life after all this time thinking you can be disrespectful? Insulting? That you can use this job as an excuse to somewhat punish me for what happened between us? You will not lock that door. You will not get to taste me, or f*ck me again until I decide you deserve it, and you will stand there knowing that at any second someone could come in and see you this way.”

“I will not beg,” he warned her again.

Corinne’s eyes narrowed further. “Hold out your hands. Palms down. Fingers straight.”

He wasn’t going to do it, Reese thought, even as he felt himself obeying. At the first crack of the ruler against his skin, he bit back a grunt—it hurt more than he’d anticipated, but not enough to garner that sort of reaction. It wasn’t the pain. It was the look on her face.

She had never been more beautiful to him than when she was making him hurt.

Again, the ruler cracked down on his knuckles. A schoolboy punishment, fetishistic the way a cane might’ve been, and all the worse for that because of the way his entire body tensed when she raised the ruler again. His balls throbbed. He could see nothing but Corinne. Feel nothing. Hear nothing but her voice.

At the final crack of wood on his skin, the ruler split and broke. One piece fell to the carpet where it bounced. Corinne shook the small stray strands of hair that had fallen into her eyes out of the way and tossed the other part onto the floor too. Reese let his hands close, the knuckles red and sore though he doubted there’d be so much as a bruise to remind him of this even a few minutes from now.

Her blue eyes swam with tears, but her voice was fierce when she said, “You broke me like I just broke that ruler, and you do not get to come back into my life and break me again. Do you understand me, Reese?”

The door wasn’t locked. They were not alone in the office. Anyone could come in at any moment and see them, and Reese didn’t give one good goddamn. He went to his knees in front of her, shoulders bowed. Face pressed to the front of her skirt, so he could breathe in the scent of her.