Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Epilogue
Brad
“Excuse me, sir. I know you’ve said that you don’t want to be disturbed but I have a contract that needs your signature.”
I look up to see a pastel colored head peek around the massive steel door into my office and frown. “This is the third interruption today.”
“Oh, is it the third? I haven’t been counting.” The owner of that head smirks and sashays inside. Her full skirt swishes around her knees as she approaches. Red-bottomed heels click across the hardwood floor. I wheel my chair away from my desk and watch her dance toward me.
“And I thought I asked you not to wear stilettos in my office.”
She stops in front of my desk. “But they were new and lovely. I had to wear them.” One long leg appears to the side. “Don’t you think they’re cute?”
“No.” Cute is not what I’d call those blue dagger-shaped heels with a large strap around the ankle. I unbutton my cuffs and begin to roll them.
Her lips turn into a frown. “Maybe you didn’t take a close enough look because they are very cute.”
“Dogs are cute. Sisters are cute. Bows in little girls’ hair are cute. Those”—I point a long finger toward the ankle that’s still on display—“are deadly.”
“Which is why I like them.” Her chin goes up.
“I thought you had contracts for me to sign, but I see no papers.”
She straightens, removing the delicate ankle, deadly shoe, and softly sloped calf from view. Her head turns to the right and then the left. A mischievous smile appears on her face. “I must’ve forgotten them. I’ll go and get them.”
“Stay right there,” I bark harshly. “That’s the third violation you’ve incurred and therefore, you need to be punished.”
“Punished? Because I forgot a paper?”
I round the desk and advance until the tips of my size thirteens are pressed against the toes of her thousand dollar high heels. “Because you’re wearing those shoes in my office. Because you interrupted me when I told you I should be left alone. Because you’re looking sexy as fuck and my dick is aching.” I grab her hand and plaster it against my erection.
“Well…” she huffs out. “I don’t know how this is my fault. I was just work—“
I slam my mouth against hers, eating her lipstick off in one pass. My wife moans into my mouth. I lift her up onto my desk and step between her legs, pressing my hard dick against the hot cunt covered in silk that’s so soft and so expensive, I nearly choked pulling my credit card out of my pocket. Even after all these years and with a bank account full of more zeros than I can spend in one lifetime, I have a hard time forgetting how I grew up. Mel, on the other hand, has no problem buying things like two hundred dollar panties that are fragile and thin and tear with the slightest force. Good thing because these are coming off. I slide my finger along her hip and twist. She yelps in surprise. “Those were my favorite.”
“You shouldn’t have worn them around me.” Impatient, I pull her harshly against me and rub my thick cock against her wet core.
“You’re ruining your pants.”
“Don’t care.” I abandon her mouth to trail my lips across her jaw and then down her neck.
“I want you inside of me, though.” She wriggles against me.
Hurriedly, I unzip my pants and let my aching dick out of its cloth prison. We both sigh when I breach her still snug passage with the broad head of my cock. After all these years and three kids later, she’s still as tight as when I took her virginity in high school.
“I love my punishment.” She laughs softly as I push my way into her sex until fully seated.
“Really?” I comment dryly. “I had no idea.”
“I want you to know it takes hours—“ Her breath catches as I pull out and swiftly slam back into place.
“You were saying?” I start thrusting in shallow uneven strokes, knowing this dick tease works her up.
“Stop playing,” she whines, locking her heels around my back and trying to force me deep inside her.
“Nah. This is your punishment.” It’s a challenge for me, too, because every fiber of my being wants me to jack into her as hard and as fast as I can. But she likes this role play. She says it reminds her of the time when I first confronted her dad in the boardroom. He lost his Senate seat not long after he was kicked out of the company. Last we heard he was trying to sell insurance a couple towns over. He’d been an albatross around Mel’s neck all her young life and me somehow playing a small role in bringing him down was an important time—one that she remembers very fondly. I remember that day as well. I was nervous as fuck and thought I’d screw up. The thing is I do screw up—all the time. Sometimes I get stuck in front of the computer, figuring out some stupid coding problem and I forget the world around me exists. Sometimes I still have the urge to hack into systems I shouldn’t be hacking into.