The Billionaire's Touch(4)

“...you need someone to keep you in line...”



Courtney threw down her fork in frustration. How was she supposed to concentrate with his voice in her head? The ghost of his touch burning her skin? Giving up the meal as a lost cause, Courtney pushed back the tv table and turned the volume on the tv down. Closing her eyes, she let her mind return to earlier that day, let all of her thoughts and fantasies come forward.

She was bent over his desk, and he was standing behind her. She could feel him, hot and hard against her hip.

She yanked her blouse from her waistband and shoved her hand under her skirt.

He flipped her skirt up, caressing her silk-clad bottom for a brief moment before delivering a stinging slap. She gasped, juices flooding her * as he did it again.

Two fingers flicked over her clit, and she shuddered. She stroked herself, letting a moan fall from her lips. Pleasure coursed through her body, and she slid her fingers into her cunt.

He pushed his fingers inside her while his other hand reached underneath to roll her clit between his thumb and forefinger. He whispered in her ear, voice dripping sex. “If you f*ck it up, I'm going to punish you. And you'll deserve it, won't you? I bet it'll make you come. In fact, you're wet just thinking about it, picturing me taking my belt or a crop or a cane to that peaches and cream skin. Maybe I'll put clamps on your nipples, tug on them until you scream. And you'd let me, wouldn't you? Because you're going to do whatever I say, just like a good girl. Now,” he shoved his fingers against her g-spot. “Come.”



Courtney nearly screamed as an orgasm ripped through her, muscles clenching and convulsing. Her eyes rolled back in her head and a strangled noise escaped from her lips. Heat and electricity raced through her body, drowning her in pure sensation.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed before she could open her eyes. Her limbs felt like jelly and her heart was still beating frantically within her chest. As far as she could remember, she'd never come so hard.


Two hours later, she was wondering if the orgasm had been worth it. What the hell had Vance Forster meant when he said he wanted her to write a list of what she was going to do to please him? She took another sip of wine, her head already pleasantly buzzing.

She smirked as an idea popped into her head, fuzzy and malformed, but something so amusing that she couldn't help but giggle as she wrote. Time slipped past as her fingers skimmed the keys, and she barely noticed as she slid into unconsciousness.

***

The alarm blared in her ear, dragging her from the darkness of sleep. Courtney groaned, head pounding. The sight of a mostly empty wine bottle brought the prior night rushing back. She sat up, blinking blearily at her laptop. With her brain still trying to catch up, it took almost a full minute for her to understand what she was seeing.

A sent email to CEO Vance Forster.

Complete with file attachment named “My Promises.”



Stomach sinking, Courtney opened the file. As she read, her horror grew, and she felt the sudden need to throw up. She was so going to lose her job. She sank back in her chair, her whisper loud in the otherwise quiet room.

“I am so f*cked.”

***

Vance couldn't suppress his grin as he rode the elevator to his office. He'd intentionally taken the public one yesterday, timing it just right so he'd be riding with Courtney. He'd watched her for years, debated time and again the wisdom of hiring her, justifying it due to her qualifications. Then, in the last few years, her performance had deteriorated, and he knew that his opportunity had finally arrived.

Her routines were easy to track, and it had been a simple thing to make sure he was waiting when she entered the lobby. The coffee was just a stroke of luck. He'd felt her eyes on him when he'd stripped, and he'd had the power from that point on. His only regret was that she hadn't spilled anything on herself. He was relatively confident that he'd have been able to convince her to lose the blouse. The thought of those full breasts, clad only in her bra and that fitted jacket made his blood rush south. He could still feel their welcome weight in his hands.

When he'd had her leaning over his desk yesterday morning, it had taken all of his self-control to keep it to talk and touch alone. He'd wanted to feel the sting of his palm against her curvaceous ass, hear her reaction to the smack. Would she squeal in surprise or cry out in pain? Would it be loud demands to stop that he would need to teach her to suppress? Or would she take it in silence, making him want to continue trying, maybe with something other than his hand, until she cracked?

He wanted to taste her, drive her to the edge again and again only to deny her final release. He wondered how long she would last before she started begging him to let her come. Would she come on demand? Or would it take hours of practice? Days of punishing for lack of control? The various ways by which he could instruct her were too numerous and wonderful to contemplate at work. As it was, he was extremely conscious of the bulge in his pants as he entered his office.

Ten minutes later, his hopes that answering email would distract him enough for his erection to soften were dashed. Courtney had sent him an attachment titled “My Promises.” Intrigued to see what she'd done with his assignment, he opened the file... and nearly choked on his coffee.

“So, Mr. Big-Shot-CEO, it seems that I've been such a naughty girl that I need to be punished. I'm going to promise to let my boss spank me whenever I deserve it. He can use his hand or belt or a ruler, whatever he thinks best. I promise never ever to argue and to do whatever Mr. Forster says I should do. And, if I'm really bad and make Mr. Forster angry, he can f*ck me as hard as he wants. I promise to not wear panties when Mr. Forster calls me to his office and I will only wear thigh-high stockings so my sexy ass boss can access my * easily. And speaking of asses, I'm pretty sure I'd like getting spanked and maybe even f*cked but I've never done that before so we'll have to talk about that later. I'm sure it would be a good punishment for something. And, yeah, that's it. Fuck you and your tight abs Vance Forster. What do you think about that?”