Money Shot (83 page)

“What are you waiting for?” He asks, beckoning me to continue. “You’re not done yet, are you?”

“No, Sir.” I reply.

I hesitate for another moment, before I reach behind my back to open my bra. I instinctively cover my breast with my hands after the bra comes off, but get scolded by him for it immediately.

“Don’t be silly,” he hisses. “Finish what I told you to do and present yourself to me.”

“Yes, Sir,” I utter.

I take a deep breath and pull down my thong, neatly placing it on top of the pile of clothes on Mr. Cooper’s desk.

I don’t know exactly what he expects of me when he says he wants me to present myself, so I just stand there, withstanding the urge to cover my private parts, with my arms hanging down on each side of my body, tummy sucked in, shoulders back, as confident and calm as possible, while my boss’s eyes scan my naked body from head to toe.

“Perfectly delicious,” he concludes. “Just as I imagined.”

I cast him a shy smile, feeling flattered and embarrassed at the same time. His eyes on me are so intimidating—and pleasant at the same time.

He approaches me with one big step and reaches out to touch me by the shoulders. His fingertips run down on the outside of both of my arms, barely touching my skin. His touch is so faint, but the sensation almost electric. My entire body starts to slightly shiver as my breathing accelerates again.

I want to kiss him so badly. His eyes are still fixated on mine and he is so close now, his hands already on me. Why won’t he take me?

“You are a true beauty,” he whispers. “So soft. Beautiful, milky skin and these…” He reaches for my boobs, cupping each with one of his hands and gently kneading them. They are of average size and perfectly fit in his gentle palms.

“Just perfect. So perky and perfectly sized. I can’t wait to devour you.”

“What are you waiting for, then?” I blurt out, instantly scolding myself for being so childishly impatient.

He chuckles. “Trust me, kid, I am ready to savage you. I have been longing for you for far too long. I am almost scared of myself when I think of how much I want you.”

I remain silent and just look at him with a defiant expression.

He keeps kneading my breasts and starts pinching my nipples, twitching them between two fingers. I flinch in surprise, but just a few seconds pass until I let out my first moan in arousal.

“Is that what you want?” He whispers. “For me to take you the way I want to?”

I moan again as he pinches my nipples again, still staring into my eyes. I am withstanding his gaze, breathing heavily as he continues to torture my nipples. And then I nod.

It is all the confirmation he needed. He wraps his arms around me immediately and pulls me close, grabbing my hair at the back of my head and tilting it back to kiss me. His lips are on mine within one breath of air and I welcome his tongue eagerly. For a moment, I feel like I can still taste the champagne on him.

He invades my mouth forcefully, greedily claiming me with one of the most intense kisses I have had in my life. I am tightly clasped in his grip, completely naked, but feeling nowhere near as vulnerable and exposed as I did just a few moments before. I squirm in his arms, aching for his touch, for more.

Suddenly, he withdraws, pushing me away from him.

“Turn around,” he orders. “Hands on the desk and bend over.”

I follow his order immediately, but forget one important thing: to reply.

I am trying to save myself at the last second. “Yes, S-”

“No,” he interrupts me. “I haven’t even counted the number of times you didn’t do what you were told. Forgetting to reply, not looking at me when I tell you to. What do you think I should do with you?”

While I am still trying to figure out an answer for his question, I can hear him step away behind me. I resist the urge to turn around to see what he might be up to and stare at the desk beneath me instead.

“No ideas?” He asks. 

I hear him fiddling with a key and unlocking one of the doors of his wall cabinet. Then, he is unlocking something else, inside the cabinet. My heart starts racing. What is doing? What kind of item in his office needs to be locked away twice? I am pretty sure that he is not getting a bundle of cash or anything else that is merely of high monetary value.

“Don’t you think I should punish you?” He keeps pressing, now approaching me from behind.

“Yes, Sir,” I hurry to reply.

I flinch as I feel something draping along my back. A string. No, a few thick strings, leather maybe. A flogger? It might be.

He gently caresses along my spine, starting just below my neck until he reaches my tailbone. I shiver and pant beneath him. Anticipation and arousal are forming a toxic mix. Oh God, how long I haven’t had this. How much I need it!

He withdraws the flogger and without any warning, I receive the first stroke across my behind. I flinch, but don’t make a noise. The pain is minimal, nothing to what I have endured before. But I know he is just getting started.

“This is what you want?” He asks, even though it sounds more like a statement than a question.

I nod and remember just in time to reply: “Yes, Sir.”

“Fine,” he says—and two more strokes cut into my flesh, following close to each other. They are a lot stronger than the first one, causing me to bite my lower lip and squint my eyes together.

He gives me a few moments to catch my breath, before he grants me with another round. Three this time, each of them stronger than the ones before, each burning on my skin like hot iron. I start panting heavily, but he doesn’t leave me much time to recover—four new strokes hit me, cleverly placed all over my behind and the back of my thighs.

I cannot keep my voice down this time and yelp with each one of them touching my sore skin.

“You wanted this,” he reminds me, his voice cold and distant. The voice of a true alpha male.

I am breaking a sweat and breathing heavily, gasping for air as I try to process the pain. 

And yet I want nothing more than for him to continue. I want more. I know I can handle more.

And so does he.

A new round of leather strokes rains down on my skin. Five this time, each blow burning more than the ones before. I am shrieking and moaning with each one, as they cut into my tortured skin like hot knives.

Tears are running down my face when he is done. He pauses for a while, observing me as I process the pain he has caused me. I am trembling, shivering and taking gulps of air. Sweat is running down my spine and my temples.

He moves slowly, as if he doesn’t want to scare me away, as he places the flogger on the desk next to my hands.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “Don’t move.”

“Yes,” I whimper. “Sir.”

I can feel his hand on my lower back, gently stroking my sore skin. His touch is soft and warm, pleasantly tickling on my burning behind as he moves lower.

“Spread your legs,” he demands.

“Yes, Sir,” I breathe, obeying immediately.

He quickly finds his way between my legs, tenderly caressing the soft skin of my outer lips before he parts them.

“You little slut,” he hisses as he reaches my center. ”Look how wet you are after getting your sweet little ass spanked.”

He gently spreads my folds with two fingers and lets another one slide between them. I blush as I realize how wet I am. But his touch feels so good. I cannot help but moan desperately, leaning into him, welcoming his skillful fingers between my legs. 

He starts to massage my most sensitive spot and I throw my head back, groaning in pleasure as the sensation runs through my body like an electric shock. There is a lot more built up than I have realized before. I can feel that it won’t take much for me to come, if he continues doing this.

He withdraws his fingers from my center and places his hand on the tortured skin of my behind, causing the sweet burn of after pain that I love so much. With his other hand, he reaches around, placing it on my lower belly and slowly wandering lower across my mound until he reaches the same spot his other hand has just worked before.

I squirm and moan beneath his touch, enjoying the sweet vertigo of arousal as he massages my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He suddenly lets one finger slip inside me while another continues to massage my most sensitive spot.

“Oh, no, I’m gonna c-”

“I know,” he interrupts me. “And I want you to, you little slut. I want you to come on my fingers as I command you to, understand?”

“Yesss,” I sigh, dizzy as if I was drunk. “Yessir.”

He inserts another finger, now gently stretching me while he continues his incredible massage. Where did he learn to do that? No one has ever touched me this way, not even myself.

I now notice that I am moving my body back and forth, welcoming his fingers inside me—and yearning for so much more.

“That’s a good girl for me,” he breathes. “Fucking my fingers like a bitch in heat. You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yessir,” I utter. “Please.”

“Come then, you slut,” he orders while simultaneously increasing the pressure on my clit.

He increases the speed of his massaging motions while fucking me with two of his fingers. It only takes two more breaths of air before I finally reach my climax. I can feel my muscles clenching around his fingers.

I throw my head back and shriek out as my orgasm rolls over me. He quickly reaches around with his other hand—the one that had been resting on my behind—to cover my mouth with it. My ongoing screams of pleasure are suffocated by his palm, but it does not take away one bit from the sheer pleasure that I am experiencing.

He leaves it there even after my climax has died down. Only after waiting for another few moments does he dare to take it away. I am quiet now, but heavily gasping for air.

“Good girl,” he praises.

He plants a little kiss on my left shoulder and withdraws his hand from my wet center.

“Here,” he says, holding it up in front of my face. “Taste yourself. Lick it clean.”

I hesitate for a moment and look up at him. He beckons me to go ahead with a little nod.

“So?” He asks. “What are you waiting for? I’m sure you taste delicious.”

I gulp and close my eyes as I follow his command and appreciatively lick my own juices from his fingers. 

He pets the back of my head with the other hand, gently fondling my hair. “Good girl. Very good girl.”

My breathing slowly calms down and I regain composure. Recovering from an orgasm always feels like waking up after a good nap for me. I feel refreshed and relaxed—but slightly confused and disoriented.

I straighten up and look around to him. I can’t believe this just happened. Mr. Cooper, my boss just did this to me.

And now he is smiling at me, once again wrapping his arms around my naked body and pulling me towards him in a close embrace.

“You did very good,” he whispers.

“Thank you, Sir,” I breathe, taking in his warmth and his scent. 

He gently caresses my back while still holding me in his warm embrace.

And shortly afterwards, he kindly asks me to leave.