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“It was fine.” She was aware she was repeating herself with simple, stupid answers, but she was having a difficult time getting her brain to function.

“Bet it was a bit of a disappointment, eh?” Taylor asked, clueing Ginny in to the fact that her friends were well aware of Travers’ original intentions of limiting her tour to the bar.

“No, not really,” she answered lamely. Frantically searching for a way out of the uncomfortable conversation, she added with a lighthearted giggle, “But finish your story first.”

Ryan headed for his office and Ginny tried to ignore the undeniable anger in his gaze. “I have work to do,” he announced shortly. “I’ll have to hear all the gory details later.” With that, he walked into his office and slammed the door.

“What the hell is his problem?” Taylor wondered aloud.

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Ginny shrugged, pressing a fist against the growing pain in her stomach. For a moment, she thought he’d seemed more hurt than angry. Christ, she’d screwed up royally. Standing, she said, “Excuse me, guys,” and walked into Ryan’s office before she could talk herself out of it.

She heard Taylor mutter, “What the hell is
her
problem?” as she left the room.

Ryan looked up in surprise when she shut his office door behind her.

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I was a gigantic ass and I’m
so
,
so
sorry.”

Ryan gave her a lopsided, familiar grin and she felt the aching in her heart begin to fade. “Why did you run away?” he asked.

“I just didn’t want to put either one of us through that weird morning-after crap.”

His eyes narrowed at her comment. “That’s funny, Brooks. My plans for the morning after included more sex and then a big breakfast.”

She stifled a groan at the thought of more sex with Ryan. She’d been struggling to push down her arousal since he’d walked through the door. Apparently the smell of his shower gel was going to be a trigger for her orgasms for years to come and the thought of never being with him again left her struggling to get air into her lungs.

She tried to think of a joke, some way to get them back to their usual casual, fun banter, but nothing would come.

“Well, I just wanted to say I was sorry and to thank you for a great birthday. I should probably get back to work.”

“Stop,” he said as she turned and reached for the doorknob.

“Travers, we really don’t have to talk about this. I mean it was just one night. We’re still friends. Nothing’s changed.”

“Come here, Ginny.” His voice was firm and the moment she heard her name on his lips, she felt her pussy flood with her body’s juices.

She didn’t move, too confused, too aroused.

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“I’m not going to repeat myself,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. The sound of it elicited the same response it had on Friday night. She turned and walked to his desk. He was sitting in his large leather office chair, but he had pushed it back a bit.

She thought perhaps he was going to rise but he stayed seated.

“Come around the desk and stand here.” He pointed to a spot between his thighs.

The thought that he might actually want to continue their affair terrified and delighted her at the same time. She moved slowly, trying frantically to read his face, to find some clue as to what he was thinking.

When she reached her destination, he put his hands on her hips, holding her in place as he gazed up into her face.

“Why are you wearing a skirt?” he asked.

She blushed, uncertain how to respond. Shrugging, she decided to go with the truth. “I knew you’d be pissed off at me for running away this weekend. I thought maybe this would soften you up.”

Ryan laughed at her answer. “Yeah? Well, it worked. Sort of. Turn around and face the desk, Ginny.”

She turned and caught sight of the office door. She wasn’t sure what he intended, but just in case, she quickly said, “I didn’t lock the door.”

“An oversight on your part. One I expect you won’t make again in the future. Bend over.” His hand touched the top of her back and he firmly pushed her forward.

“Travers—” she began, but he stood and leaned over her quickly, roughly covering her body with his.

“If you call me Travers again, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.” His voice was angry, hard.

“I’m s-sorry, Ryan,” she answered breathlessly when he didn’t move.

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Seemingly appeased by her apology, he stood up and gripped the hem of her skirt.

He pulled it up to her waist and sighed as if annoyed. “You’re wearing panties,” he stated.

“Of course I am,” Ginny answered matter-of-factly and he chuckled.

“Stand up, take them off and give them to me. Then return to this position.”

She obeyed his request, her gaze continually straying to the door. What would Anderson and Taylor say if they walked in and found her bent over Ryan’s desk with her bare ass in the air?

Ryan seemed to read her thoughts. “They could come in, you know. At any minute, they could open that door and see you like this. What would they say? What do you think they would do?”

Ginny’s heart began to race with excitement at his words and her breath was coming out in gasping pants.

“Would you let them watch us, Ginny?”

She shivered at the thought of Anderson and Taylor sitting on the couch, watching Ryan take her from behind.

“Would you let them join in?”

His question startled her and she held her breath as she thought about it. Would she? No, she thought. No, she wouldn’t. She didn’t want any man to touch her but Ryan. She shook her head in response.

“Good,” he murmured, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. “I’d kill any man who touched you, friend or not.”

She whimpered at his words, the power, the sureness behind them, thrilling her to the bottom of her soul.

“Now—let’s talk about your punishment.”

She tried to push up at the word, but Ryan held her firmly against the desk’s surface.

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“You were wrong to run, Ginny, but that I can forgive. It was an impulsive move and you are nothing if not impulsive. It’s your nature, your personality. What I can’t forgive is that you hid from me all weekend. You aren’t a coward but you acted like one. After nearly twenty years of friendship, you should have come to me, talked to me.

I thought you trusted me.”

“I do,” she whispered, tears filling her eyes. She was ashamed of herself. Every word Ryan spoke was the truth and she had been terribly wrong to avoid him. To avoid this.

“Why, Ginny? Why did you hide from me? Were you afraid of me? Did I scare you?

Hurt you?”

Ginny’s heart broke at the fear in his voice. Dear God, he thought she’d run away because she was afraid of him? That he’d caused her pain? “Oh no, Ryan,” she answered hastily. “You didn’t hurt me at all. I loved every minute of Friday night.”

She sensed the tenseness she’d seen and felt in his body since he’d arrived at work vanish. “Then what made you hide?”

“I was afraid it was a one-night stand, a birthday fuck, and that you wouldn’t want to be with me again. I thought if I created some distance, maybe I wouldn’t want you to touch me so badly. Maybe I could come to work today and not sit at my desk all day dreaming about every wicked thing I want your hands to do to me.”

Ryan was silent and she wished she were looking at him. Wished she could see his face and read his thoughts. When the silence continued, dragged on for too long, she started to push up again.

She was firmly held in place. “If you attempt to stand again without permission, I’ll beat your ass with that ruler until you can’t sit at your desk at all.”

Ginny’s eyes landed on the ruler lying next to her head and she squeezed her thighs together at the thought. Ryan must have sensed her excitement at his threat.

“Jesus,” he sighed. “You’ve been right through that wall all these years.”

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She wasn’t sure what he meant, but she didn’t have time to ponder it as she felt him reach down. From the corner of her eye, she could see him digging through his briefcase.

She jerked slightly when she felt him lay several items on her back.

“Ryan?”

“Hush,” he said. “I’m afraid dreaming about my hands is all you’re going to be allowed to do today. You were wrong to hide, Ginny, but perhaps more so, you were wrong to assume what you and I did on Friday night was a one-night stand. Hopefully today will help you realize what a mistake it is for you to fail to communicate with me.

Think about the fun we could’ve had this weekend if you’d merely stuck around Saturday morning to talk to me about your fears.”

Ginny squirmed uncomfortably, wondering what his intentions were. His fingers wiped those thoughts away as he reached down and drove one deeply inside her pussy.

“Oh yes,” she breathed.

He thrust in and out with the single finger several times and Ginny struggled not to beg him to add another.

She cursed under her breath when he removed the finger completely and Ryan tsked at her language.

“Careful, Ginny,” he warned. “Everything you do and say now will only prolong your punishment.”

What the hell did that mean? She was panting and so desperate to come she couldn’t stand it. She’d long ago given up worrying about the unlocked door and Anderson and Taylor.

She felt cold lubrication hit her ass and she gripped the edge of the desk to stop from pushing herself up. Ryan was the first man to ever play with her ass and while the idea still scared her a bit, she couldn’t deny the pleasure she felt in the dark act.

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“You’ve wasted our time. Spent the weekend hiding from me when we could have been playing, experimenting, coming. Today, you’re going to have to suffer the way I suffered all weekend.” As he spoke, he worked the lubrication into her ass with one finger and Ginny was helpless to stop herself from pushing back against it.

“Uh, uh, uh,” he admonished. “None of that for you.” He pulled his finger out and again, Ginny felt her temper rise. She was perilously close to an orgasm, yet Ryan refused to give her release.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Go ahead and beg. It won’t do you any good. I begged you to call me back—all weekend—and you left me hanging. Now it’s your turn.”

She groaned as he inserted a small vibrator into her cunt. He turned it on low and Ginny felt her inner muscles quiver against it. While the vibrations felt good, the device was too tiny to push her over the edge. A moment later, she felt the tip of something at her anus.

“I thought we’d try the next size up,” Ryan said as he slowly worked the butt plug into her ass. “Push against it, Ginny. Don’t fight it. It’s nowhere near as big as me and I’m definitely going to start fucking that ass of yours soon.”

Ginny pressed her forehead against his desk and gave herself up to the tight, slight burning sensation caused by the plug as Ryan worked it in. When it was fully seated, he gently gripped her elbow.

“Stand up.”

Was he kidding? She could barely think, let alone move. Her mind was solely focused on the vibrator and the butt plug. While she felt very full and utterly turned-on, she knew neither device was going to give her the climax she was beginning to suspect she’d commit murder to achieve.

He helped her stand upright before stealthily tucking her panties into a desk drawer.

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“You can’t leave me like this,” she said, gripping his arms for support when he lowered her skirt.

“Why not? You left me in exactly this condition all weekend. Now I want you to go back to your desk and get to work. You are not allowed to touch yourself and you’re not allowed to come. I’ll know if you do.”

She stared at him as if he’d lost his mind. She wanted to protest his cruelty, but her mind couldn’t get beyond his words.
You left me in this condition all weekend.

Turning, she walked back toward the front room and her desk.

“Oh and Ginny,” he said as she reached for the doorknob, “leave the door open.”

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Ryan remained in his office all morning, refusing Taylor and Anderson’s invitation to lunch. Of course Ginny had declined as well, no doubt unable to walk given the toys he’d left filling her pussy and ass. She’d been squirming like a child in church and he’d taken far too much pleasure out of watching her breathing accelerate and her cheeks flush every time he adjusted the speed on the vibrator. He patted the remote in his pocket and wondered if it was time to give her another jolt.

He tried to feel guilty for torturing her so, but he’d spent the entire weekend out of his head with worry only to come into work this morning to find her hanging out with Anderson and Taylor and chatting and laughing as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Her apology and explanation, while sweet, didn’t do much to soothe his ragged temper and he wondered where in the hell she’d come up with the idea that he’d intended their Friday night liaison to be nothing more than a fucking birthday present.

He heard Anderson and Taylor call out their goodbyes and listened as Ginny reminded them about their afternoon meeting. Neither man intended to return to the office for the day. Ryan grinned at the thought and wondered if Ginny would make some excuse to try to leave as well. Instead, the office phone rang and he heard her answer it as the front door closed behind his partners.

They were alone. Ryan grinned and decided it was time for the punishment to end.

Fact of the matter was, watching her fight her arousal all morning had his cock as stiff as a baseball bat and if he didn’t find his own release soon, he was afraid the thing would disintegrate under the pressure.

Unfortunately, he knew it was more important that she learn her lesson, so he’d suffered right alongside her. His girl had scared the hell out of him when he’d woken up alone in bed on Saturday, unable to find her. He’d torn through nearly the entire 82