Don't Stand So Close: A Brother's Best Friend Romance

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by Luxe, Eva


  “I agree.”

  I sit up straighter, wondering what exactly he has in mind. I would welcome any touch from him— even if it’s punishment, as he calls it.

  Anything so that I can feel him, be close to him, once again. I’ve never known a power as strong as the hold he has over me, for reasons I can’t even understand. And I’m glad to know it’s mutual.

  “After this, we’re going to be done,” he says. “As soon as I punish you.”

  “Yes sir.”

  “Why don’t you come over here and let me administer your punishment?” he asks.

  I nod, not even needing to talk anymore. Just wanting to let myself go and give up control to him.

  I walk around to his side of the desk and stand next to him.

  “I need you on my lap so that I can give you the spanking you deserve,” he says.

  His voice sounds authoritative. Commanding. Boss-like.

  “Yes, sir.”

  I bend over and lie down across his lap, so that I’m looking at the floor of his office. He lifts up my skirt, so that my bare ass is exposed to him. I’m wearing a thong but otherwise he can see everything.

  “You were very naughty the last time we were together, weren’t you?” he asks, his hands tracing the curves of my ass cheeks.

  “Yes, Boss, I was,” I admit. “I was a really bad girl.”

  I can feel his cock rising slightly beneath me, poking my belly. I’ve missed it and I want to make it as hard as I know it can get. I want him to do all things he did to me the last time we were together: when he tied me up and fucked me. And all the things he did to me the time before that: when he made love to me for my very first time.

  “You made me want to do really dirty things to you, didn’t you?”

  He grabs my ass with both of his hands and squeezes hard. I do my best not to cry out in pain, but I let out a little gasp.

  “I did, Boss.”

  “I’m going to punish you for that,” he says. “I need to spank you. To show you who’s in charge.”

  “Yes, Boss.”

  Whap .

  His hand comes down hard and fast on the left side of my ass.

  “Ouch!” I can’t help but cry out.

  “Shhhhh. People might still be at the office. They might hear you.”

  He places a hand over my mouth.

  “I’ve only just begun to punish you, my pet. It’s going to get a lot worse than this. It’s the only way you’ll learn not to make me want to defile you like I did last time we were together.”

  I had known the spanking was coming— he had certainly given me fair warning— but I hadn’t known it would hurt so much. I had never been hit like that before. As tears well up in my eyes, I realize I also liked being spanked more than I was expecting as well.

  How can one man give me both so much pleasure and so much pain, all at the same time?

  “Do you need another spanking, my dirty little girl?”

  “Please, Boss,” I say, almost instinctively.

  Whap .

  He hits me again in the same spot where he had already just hit me. I had been expecting it on my right ass cheek this time but now my left one burns even more.

  “Owww. Boss. That hurts.”

  “Your little butt cheek is so red and sore,” he says, patting it and then squeezing it. “I’m leaving my mark all over it. Because you’ve been such a bad girl for me.”

  He hits me one, two, three more times all in the same spot, until I’m panting and crying out, “Oh my God. Please, Boss, Please.”

  “Please what?” he says, pulling my thong over to the side while his cock grows even harder underneath me. “Do you want me to stop spanking you, or do you want more?”

  “More, Boss,” I say, immediately, almost surprising myself with my answer.

  “But I’m spanking you so much that your poor little butt cheek is getting raised and welted,” he says, his hands tracing up and down the area he had just hit.

  Then he slips a finger inside me.

  “I just want to see how wet your tight little pussy is,” he says, tracing the inside of my pussy like he was just tracing the welts he is leaving on my ass. “To see how much you really want more. I see that you do. I’m not sure my punishment is effective then. I’m going to have to punish you some more.”

  “Yes, Boss,” I beg, as he begins to rub my clit, teasing me with how much I want him. “Please, Boss. More, Boss.”

  “All right,” he says, hitting me hard and fast on my left ass cheek again. “If you insist.”

  This time I really do cry out in pain, but he grabs onto my clit and twists and pulls it, making me nearly come from the mix of pleasure and pain as the sting on my ass happens at the same time as the force of his hand on my clit.

  “Why don’t you suck on my cock to show me how much you want me to keep spanking you?” he asks.

  I obediently unzip his fly and grab hold of his long, hard cock. I’ve been wanting and missing it so much.

  “That’s a very naughty girl,” he says, as I wrap my lips around the head of his cock. “It’s very bad when you do such dirty things to me. I’m going to have to punish you some more for that.”

  “Please, Boss,” I say, raising my ass up higher for him, begging him to spank me again. “More, Boss.”

  He leans his hips forward and uses his hand to his cock further into my mouth.

  “Show me how much you want more punishment,” he says, as I take his entire cock into my mouth and suck on it. “Yes, just like that.”

  He hits my other ass cheek now, hard and fast and many times in a row as I nearly choke on his big cock. He fucks my mouth with his cock while he spanks me and then he holds my swollen ass cheek in one hand while he rubs my clit with his other hand.

  I give in to the utter and complete abandonment of being used by him. Punished by him. Wholly his.

  “Oh, my God,” I say— or try to say— but my mouth is so full of his cock that I can’t even get the words out. He pulls my hair while I suck his cock. “It feels so good, Boss.”

  I feel an orgasm coming on that feels almost as strong as the ones I’ve had when he was inside me. I can’t even believe how good it feels. He expertly flicks and rubs my clit while fucking my mouth.

  “I’m coming, Boss,” I tell him, as I give in to the wave of pure pleasure and ecstasy that washes over me.

  “That’s my good little girl,” he says. “You’re being a very good girl for your Boss, by being so bad that he has to punish you.”

  I come on his hand as his cock pulses inside my mouth.

  “Now you’re going to make me come,” he says, taking the juices from my pussy and rubbing them all over my ass.

  It feels soothing but I’m still coming down off the high of the orgasm and I don’t want it to be over yet.

  He shoots his cum into my mouth while I eagerly swallow it.

  “That’s a good girl,” he repeats, as he squeezes my ass while I lick the head of his cock, trying to make sure I’ve sucked every ounce of his sweet liquid into my mouth. “Eat up all my cum like my hungry little slut.”

  I lay panting and exhausted across his lap, my breasts on his leg and his hand still cupped on my ass. Then he slaps me hard, one last time, and leans back, away from me.

  “That’s it,” he says, “Get up.”

  I obediently rise and start straightening out my clothes. I’m so glad I no longer have to go back to the parsonage and face my dad, the pastor. I can only imagine what he would say if he knew I had just sucked my boss’s cock while he spanked me and played with my pussy. It’s not exactly what he meant when he said he wanted me to get ahead at work.

  But I know that no lecture or sermon from my strict father could be any crueler than the look that Damien is giving me now. It’s one of satisfaction mixed with regret. He prides himself on his discipline, his integrity. I know he can’t believe what we’ve just done.

  “Now that I’ve sufficiently punished you, we’re
over,” he says. “You may leave now. And tomorrow you will only be my employee. That’s it. Nothing else.”

  “Yes sir,” I say.

  I turn to leave with disappointment, my ass stinging and sore, and I’m wondering how I’m going to be able to walk tomorrow, let alone sit down. Damien clears his throat, giving me just enough hope to pause before I’m about to walk out his office door.

  “Let me see your ass one more time before you go,” he says. “Just to make sure I’ve really punished you enough.

  I lift up my skirt so that he can see my undoubtedly red and welted ass cheeks.

  “That’s good. Its, obvious I punished you a lot. Don’t make me have to do that to you again,” he says, causing my heart to race with excitement at the prospect.

  “Because next time I won’t be as gentle,” he continues. “It might hurt so much that you’ll want to run away. I might have to tie you up again to prevent that from happening. I can’t even say what I might do, if you make me punish you again. Do you understand?”

  “I do, Boss,” I tell him.

  “You can go now.”

  “Yes, Boss.”

  I leave, but I know it’s not for good. It can’t be.

  My aching ass is a reminder of what he likes to do to me. He can’t just take my virginity and spank me for letting him do it and then forget all about me forever.

  He wants me just as bad as I want him. There must be more. I just know it.

  The only problem is, I’m beginning to realize it’s more than just physical. I’m beginning to think we’ve both let ourselves get in too deep to stop this even if we want to.

  How much more can either of us handle?

  I suppose I’m going to have to find out. Because this feels too good— and too bad — to stop now.

  Chapter 19 – Damien

  ONE WEEK LATER

  “I really think this is a great offer,” Ron says, after he’s hung up the phone. “I think you should strongly consider taking it.”

  I shake my head, angry that he would even suggest it.

  “I don’t want to settle,” I tell him. “I want to win. You told me that we’re going to win.”

  “We will,” he says. “Or at least, we probably will.”

  “Probably? Since when did it change to probably? You and Asher were so certain just last week.”

  “Look, Damien, we’re good lawyers who are doing the best we can,” Ron says, as if talking to a petulant child. “I can assure you that you’ve been in good hands and it remains that way still. But we didn’t have an offer like this on the table before. It just changes things.”

  “How so?” I demand, resenting him for even suggesting I settle. Especially settle like this .

  I want a drink, even though I don’t drink. I want to run a marathon. I want Katie.

  I need Katie.

  Now more than ever.

  I’d done a good job of keeping things professional all week long. I know that if I take her again I’m going to want to make her mine for real. And that’s a fucking scary thought. I was trying to wait until my trial is over to even let my mind wander of in that direction.

  Of commitment. Of a real relationship.

  Something I never thought I’d have and apparently, she doesn’t either. If she would even want me in that way. I don’t even know.

  I still can't believe how far we'd come. She was an unruly employee so I had had to discipline her. I just didn't know she'd enjoy it so much. That as I was spanking her bare, red ass, she'd cry out "More, Boss." And that I'd want to keep giving it to her.

  “You can never be certain at trial,” Ron says. “Accepting a settlement would give us absolute certainty. You could walk away without any unknowns.”

  “Yeah, and without my dignity and integrity,” I tell him, getting up from my chair. “And everything else that matters the most to me.”

  “Damien, where are you going?” Ron calls after me as I head down the hall. “Just think about it. Please.”

  “I’ll think about it,” I assure him.

  But first I need a distraction.

  When I get back to my office, Katie’s there. She’s sitting in my computer chair and she looks up at me with such an innocent, happy grin that I know I’m making the right decision by coming to her. Even though I know it means giving her my heart.

  I close and lock the door to my office. At first I chuckled to myself when I found out that the doors here have locks— of course they do. But I wasn’t going to be one of those guys. A guy who would have sex in his office. Until I got with Katie and started doing a lot of things I never thought I’d do before.

  “I need you,” I tell her, picking her up and putting her on my desk. “I need you right now.”

  She looks surprised, but happy.

  “But there are people around…” she says, looking towards the door.

  “Shhh,” I tell her, placing my hand over her mouth. I’m always having to do that to her. But I fucking love it. “Are you going to let me fuck you or not?”

  “Yes, Boss,” she says, as I unzip my fly and put on a condom. She’s sitting on my desk and straddling me.

  I pause and look into her eyes. I know this is for us. This is what will make us the couple we were meant to be but were both fighting against becoming due to our own inner demons.

  I pull her panties to the side and enter her, fast and strong, looking down at her with my hand still on her mouth.

  “Are you going to let me take you any time and anywhere I want?” I ask her, as I thrust in and out of her.

  “Yes, Boss,” she moans.

  “Are you going to be my employee as well as my slutty little girlfriend?”

  “Yes, Boss,” she says, smiling up at me at the way I said “girlfriend.”

  “And when I come and fuck you on my desk in the middle of the day where anyone walking by could come in and see us, what are you going to say?”

  “More, Boss,” she says, as she closes her eyes and lets out a soft groan. “I’m coming. I’m coming right now.”

  I pump in and out of her until her orgasm is done and then I decide I just have to have more of her right now. I know it’s risky but I don’t care.

  I pick her up and turn her around so that her ass is sticking up in front of me. I pull her thong all the way over to the side and spread her pussy and her ass wide open so I can get a really good look.

  I take off my tie and use it to bind her hands to the chair on the other side of my desk.

  I stick my cock inside her pussy and fuck her more, banging her pelvis against my desk.

  “Are you going to let me tie you up and take you any time I want, right here in my office?” I ask her.

  “Yes, Boss,” she says.

  “I can take your pussy and then later I’ll take your ass?”

  “Yes, Boss,” she says, her breath quickening, betraying fear mixed with excitement.

  “It’s going to hurt,” I tell her, sticking a finger in her ass hole. “Whenever I do it, it’s going to hurt.”

  “Oh, my god,” she says, pulling closer to the desk. “That does hurt.”

  “Don’t pull away from me,” I tell her, grabbing her hips and pulling her back closer to me as I fuck her pussy. I grab her hair and pull on that too. “What do you say when your boss does what he wants to you?”

  “More, Boss,” she says, panting and trying not to be too loud.

  I can tell she’s on the verge of coming again and I am too. I do want to take her ass right here on my desk but that can wait until another time. Right now, I need the sweet release of an orgasm.

  “I’m coming in your pussy,” I tell her, as I explode.

  “I’m coming too,” she says, moaning. “It feels so good when you come in my pussy. Come more, Boss. Come more.”

  “I am,” I tell her, knowing I’ll be coming more for her for a very long time. “Your boss is coming more for you.”

  We hurry to put ourselves back together before anyone can fi
nd us. I’m sure that Ron is awaiting a decision about the settlement offer in my case. But I need to get out of here.

  “Come on,” I say, grabbing Katie’s hand. I need to take her with me.

  Chapter 20 – Katie

  I have no idea where Damien’s taking me, right up to the point where he turns off the highway. I’ve learned to love going along for the ride though.

  I can’t believe he just fucked me in his office during the work day. We really have taken things to a whole new level. In more ways than one, considering how he called me his “girlfriend.”

  Girlfriend. I can’t believe it. Now he’s my boss and my boyfriend.

  “What is this?” I ask, as he pulls up to a park.

  “You’ll see,” he says, and then he shuts off the car and comes around to my side of the car to open the door for me.

  The first thing I see is a sign. “The Play Place.”

  I look around at a kids’ playground, full of toddlers and children running around and playing on equipment. As I look closer, I can see that it’s not the kind of playground equipment I’m used to seeing at parks. It’s more like trampolines and climbing gyms and little rides that spin or jump. Giant drum and pipe- shaped instruments for them to bang on and play.

  Underneath that sign is another that says, “For kids of all abilities.”

  “Was this park your idea?” I guess, knowing that he has the toy company for kids with disabilities.

  He nods his head and we sit down on giant bench-like swings that can be used by kids in wheelchairs.

  “I helped design and built it,” he says. “My company funded all of it. That’s why we don’t have a ton of money for Asher’s and Ron’s legal bills.”

  He chuckles.

  I just stare at him.

  “This is amazing,” I tell him. “It’s so very nice.”

  He takes my hand in his own.

  “I wanted to show you this because it’s my favorite place and because I have a hard decision to make,” he tells me. I nod, encouraging him to continue.

  “I’ve been offered a settlement in my case.”

  “That’s good,” I say right away. “It means they don’t think their patent infringement claims against you are very good.”

 

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