Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“I think I need to do something to ensure that you are not tempted.”
“Dude, I am always going to be fucking tempted.”
There goes the last vestige of my so-called professionalism. I see his jaw clench slightly, and his eyes flash with an emotion I find hard to pin down. Is he angry at me for making a scene? Of course he is. I just went fucking feral.
“Okay,” I say, breathing out deeply in pure and total acceptance. “I guess I’m fired, huh. Well. It was pretty cool while it lasted. Thanks for giving me a chance, you know, funniest thing, I’m not actually…”
“You’re not fired,” he interrupts me, almost as though he doesn’t want me to finish the sentence. “But you are in trouble.”
“Trouble? What kind of trouble. You going to write me up? That’s what people do. They write each other up.”
“I am not going to write you up,” he says, walking around me. “What you did was physical, and I think what happens to you should be physical as well.”
“You’re gonna smack me in the face?”
“Not the face,” he says, his big alien hand descending suddenly across my butt in a sharp slap that makes me jump and grab at my ass.
“The fuck!” I turn to face him. “You can’t do that. That’s not…”
He gives me a benevolent, perhaps even sympathetic look that almost feels perverse given what he wants to do to me. “Do you want me to spank you, or do you want me to follow the letter of the contract?”
“I… uh…”
We already had sex. I can still feel him inside my ass and my pussy. He made me ache when he was pleased with me; what will he do now that he has cause to punish me?
“I…”
He leans in, his voice low. “You want me to spank you,” he tells me, as if imparting a useful piece of information. “Tell me you want me to spank you.”
I feel a shiver of anticipation for something I have never experienced before. I look into his eyes and find them very deep purple with a tinge of red around the edges. His hair is very nearly falling into them in a golden coil. He’s so appealing in so many ways, and when he speaks with this intimate tone, I feel myself wanting to agree with him and give into his every whim.
Persuasive doesn’t begin to describe his effect on me. It’s more like he’s melting his desires over my brain and suffusing me with his will.
“I want you to spank me,” I say, feeling somewhat spacey as I say it.
“Yes, you do,” he says in that deep, soothing, dominant tone. “You want me to make you nice and sore and hot, and most of all, sorry.”
He sits down and flicks me over his lap, handling me as if I weigh nothing at all.
I tumble over his thighs, my science dress sliding up over my thighs, revealing my bare ass. I feel the coolness of the air and the vulnerability of my position all the way to my core.
“It goes without saying, of course, that you cannot physically attack people you do not like. I can’t help but think you might have been testing me when you did that.”
“I wasn’t testing you. I just didn’t give a fuck.”
“Well, either way, you’re now learning that there are limits. You will act professionally during work hours. You will behave in a fashion befitting a human of your position.”
The lecturing leaves me somewhat cold. I am not a human befitting the position I hold. I’m a garbage person who tricked her way into this position, and as soon as he works that out, he’s going to probably very nicely send me back down to the hellscape I came from.
Then his palm makes contact with my ass, spanks me firmly and maybe even harshly and I forget about the sin I committed previously. The slap is sharp and the heat it emits is sudden and intense.
“I’m sorry!” The apology bursts out of me, surprising me as much as it seems to surprise my alien boss.
“You are?”
“No? Or? Maybe?”
He chuckles and palms my ass in a calming manner. “You are quite difficult to punish,” he says. “You may, in fact, be too cute to spank.”
“Oh, I hope so.”
He lifts his palm and brings it down again in another firm swat. “No,” he says. “I was wrong. Not too cute to spank. A borderline case, though.”
I’m unable to respond to that comment because he has now started to spank me pretty hard, and those slaps straight up hurt. There’s a moment where it occurs to me that I’m getting what I deserve, but that brief flash of insight quickly disappears in the flashing heat that keeps bursting through my body with every slap.
“There are times we can’t punish those who deserve it,” he says. “And there are times we have to punish those who don’t deserve it. That’s the way of things.”