by Jessie Cooke
“Hello Holly.” Oh Shit! Fuck! He’s standing right behind me. Shit! I turned very slowly, hoping that my remorse showed on my face. Axel was smiling and holding a wooden hairbrush.
18
Axel
“Axel…I’m sorry. I never should have come in here…”
She was stuttering and looking down at the floor. Her hair fell down and covered the sides of her face. She looked so god damned sexy I wanted to pick her up, toss her on the bed and fuck her…but I’m all about self-control. I’m not going to fuck her…until she admits that she’s mine and mine alone.
“It was very naughty of you to come in here without permission, Holly.”
She glanced up at me. I smacked my palm with the hairbrush. “I’m sorry…I’ll go now…”
I laughed. “Oh no Holly. You won’t go until you’ve been punished for being so bad.”
She looked at the brush in my hand again. She was confused, I could tell. The “spanking” had been a joke to her when it was an abstract. Now that it was standing in front of her, she wasn’t so sure.
“You don’t think you’re going to spank me with that?” she said. Her words were tough but there was a distinct quiver in her voice.
“Of course I am, Holly. How else am I going to punish you for helping yourself to a look at my private property? You wouldn’t rather I talk to Mark about this, would you?”
Her pretty eyes were wide like saucers then. “No! Oh Axel please don’t tell Mark. He’ll know then…” She got an “Oh shit. I’ve said too much,” look on her face then.
“I wouldn’t dream of telling him, Holly…that is as long as you accept your punishment like a good little girl.”
“Really?” she said, still unable to wrap her head around it. If she had flat refused, I wouldn’t have tried to stop her from leaving. I would have been the apologetic one. But, I could see the curiosity in her eyes. She wanted to know what it was all about. I slapped my palm again. I was going to show her. I went over and sat in the center of the couch and patted my lap. “Axel…”
“It’s your call, Holly. You can take your punishment…or not…” Okay, it was kind of shitty to threaten to tell Mark. I wouldn’t ever tell him…but she was standing right on the threshold and she needed a little extra nudge over into the dark side.
She came over and stood in front of me. “What do I do?” she asked. I suppressed my gleeful smile and said,
“Take off your skirt.” I would have liked to leave it on her and flip it up…but it was form-fitting and would get in my way. I watched, almost unable to breathe as her fingers went to the button on the side of her skirt. She unfastened it and then slowly, lowered the zipper. I tried to remain neutral as the skirt slid off her hips to the floor. It was damned hard. Her skin was as flawless as I’d known it would be and not touching it was going to be my own form of torture. “Lay across my lap.” She looked relieved, probably because she thought she was going to be able to keep those tiny panties on. That wasn’t going to happen…but I like to unwrap my own presents.
Holly lay across my lap and for a second I was mesmerized by her smooth, round ass cheeks. I felt her squirm a bit and realized I was giving her way too much time to change her mind. With the brush in my left hand and the band of her panties in my right, I pulled them down. She squeaked, but she didn’t complain. My hand brushed against the crotch of the panties as I pushed them down her legs. They were soaking wet. That made my hard cock swell even further. The poor guy…he really needed some action. I couldn’t resist, I let one of my palms rub lightly over the swell of that gorgeous ass. I almost came in my pants. I would really prefer to have done it with my hand…but even I don’t have that kind of control. I shook that off…for now, and raised the hairbrush.
With the first blow she let out a little moan. It sounded more like a sex noise than pain. I swear I was right on the verge of soiling us both. I focused on the lower half of her sexy bottom and I let go with a sharp, rapid series of spanks. They were so brisk and shocking that I doubted they were very painful. She had her thighs squeezed together with the first few blows, but as the spanks went on, she moaned louder and let her thighs fall open. Jesus God help me, I was dying to touch her…so I spanked harder and more rapidly. She was letting out little gasps and squeals and as I gave her a sharper series of spanks she let out a loud bunch of gasps and squeals. Her butt was wiggling back and forth and the panties that I’d left around her upper calves dropped down to her ankles. She looked so sexy lying there with her red bottom looking up at me and her wet panties lying around her ankles. It was killing me. I finally tossed the brush aside and said, “I hope you’ve learned a lesson, you naughty little girl.” Then to appease my black soul, I let my palm run across the dark red marks the brush had left on her butt. That simple touch caused my chest to physically ache. I suddenly had to get out of there before I lost complete control. “You can get up now,” I told her. Her legs were shaking as she rose. She forgot about the panties around her ankles and as soon as she was up, she slipped and fell forward into me, sticking out her right hand. It landed in my lap. We both froze as her palm pressed into the steel pole in my pants. She stayed there for several excruciating seconds before pushing herself up and proceeding to get dressed.
She still hadn’t said a word, but she was making direct eye contact with me as she pulled her panties up across those smooth thighs and reached down for her skirt. I was hoping that my face wasn’t giving away the fact that I was about to die.
“I’ll see you back at the office,” I told her as I headed for the door.
“You’re leaving?” She sounded disappointed.
“We have work to do. I’ll grab the files on my way out.” With that, I casually sauntered out of the room. Let’s be clear on this point, “casually sauntered” was a substitute for the painful crawl my body craved. I grabbed the files and closed the front door behind me. Then I leaned up against it, breathing heavily for several seconds before I could manage to make it to the elevator. Please God don’t let any small children get on before I make it out. I’d be tarred and feathered. Holding the files in front of me, I made it out to the front. The driver I’d called to bring me here was waiting for me with the door open, thank God. I slid into the backseat and prayed there wasn’t a lot of traffic. When I got back to the office I bypassed the elevator and ran up the stairs. My little General was saluting all the way. I can’t remember ever being this hard. I made it to my office and slammed and locked the door behind me. Before I even made it to my chair I had my pants unbuttoned and unzipped. I collapsed down into the plush chair, flipped up the foot rest and closed my eyes. With the image of Holly’s sweet red ass in my mind, I finally relieved the pressure. It didn’t take more than a few minutes and it took a few minutes after that for me to think clearly enough to realize I’d forgotten to grab a towel. I spent the next half hour showering and cleaning up my mess. It was damned well worth it.
19
Holly
The only explanation for what just happened here is that I’ve completely lost my mind. It’s just so hard to understand. It’s like Axel is inside my head and he knows that if he keeps chipping away, my resistance will crumble. He just spanked me for God’s sake…but that’s not the worst part. The worst part was that after just one strike against my bare butt…I would have done anything he asked me to. I’ve never been so turned on in my life…and I think he knows that. It’s what he wants…but then why just walk away? Why not look me in the eye and just put it out there, like a man?
I went into his bathroom and made sure there was no evidence on my face of what just happened. I could barely look at myself in the face…how was I going to go back into work and look at him? I’ve screwed this up so badly. If I don’t go back…he’ll tell Mark. It would hurt him so badly to know what a wanton woman I’ve suddenly become. How could I explain to him that the simple mention of anything sexual where Axel is concerned causes my head to swim and all of my thoughts to stop in their
tracks? At that moment, there is only one wish, one desire…There is only the knowledge that given half the chance, someday this was going to happen. How can I tell the man who loves me that? What kind of terrible person does that make me?
I locked the “dungeon” on my way out and picked up my purse from off the back of the couch. As I stepped onto the elevator the icy cold waves of regret were washing over me. I shivered and longed for a “do-over.” In the do-over in my mind, I scoffed at him when he stood there with the brush and I walked away. But that was impossible now…because I hadn’t scoffed. I’d lain across his lap and I’d loved every second of it.
I drove back to the office as slowly as I possibly could. If I was in my own car…I may have just driven on home. The elevator ride up to the tenth floor was as much fun as a trip to the gallows. When I stepped off, the first thing my eyes went to was the red “do not disturb” lock on Axel’s door. I slipped quietly to my desk and as soon as I sat down I saw that all my worries…at least the ones about facing him today, had been for naught. Taped to the monitor of my computer was a note that said,
Realized at the last minute I had to go to L.A. There are more things that need to be done on the advertising purchase. I should be back in a couple of days. I’ve left a list of things that need attending to on my desk for you. You can call me if anything urgent arises.
Ax
I stared at the note for a long time…like it was written in another language and it was about to bite me. Did he really need to go to L.A., or was he as uncomfortable about facing me as I was him? I pondered that for a while and decided that it didn’t really matter what answer I decided on. Axel would never admit to being uncomfortable about anything. I ripped the note off my computer, threw it in the trash and got to work.
Later that night…the night of the spanking, Mark and I were lying on the couch in his apartment watching a movie. We’d had our big blow-up over him agreeing so easily to moving without me over the weekend…and he was just acting like everything was okay again. As we spoke, I could feel his hands getting higher and higher. He was going in for the boob. Just about the time he got there, I pushed him away and stood up off the couch.
“Nope.”
He looked confused. “Nope what?”
“No, you are not going to grope me or fuck me until you explain yourself on a level that I can understand.”
“I’m not following you.”
“You agreed to move three thousand miles away from me!”
“Yes…and we talked about it. I thought you were past it…”
“Seriously? I’m just supposed to get “past” the fact that my boyfriend is okay with me being used as a bargaining chip in one of Axel Maxwell’s games?”
“Baby…”
“Don’t call me that.”
He raised an eyebrow, but he sat up and said, “Holly…listen to me, okay? I love you. I’m in love with you. I do not want to be with anyone else. I want a future with you…but,”
“Here it is!”
He chuckled. “Listen to me, Ba—Holly. This job can finance our future like nothing either of us ever dreamt of. Do you know how long it took the execs in my company to get to the position they’re in? They were all over forty and some of them pushing fifty. Their families were all already grown. I’m twenty-seven years old. Even if I took this job and only worked until I’m thirty, we’d be almost a million dollars richer. He’s not only paying me cash…he’s paying my room and board and transportation…hell, even my food. So that quarter of a million dollars a year can just go into the bank. I doubt very seriously that this is a “game.” If it is, it’s the most expensive game in the world and it would be very irresponsible of one of the richest men in this country. This is only temporary baby. And it’s a huge compliment to you. Axel’s reasoning in the contract is that he hasn’t been able to find an assistant like you ever.”
How do I explain to him that I know it’s not about my secretarial skills? Anyone who can type can do what I do for Axel. I have no special skills. “So we’re putting our lives on hold for three years?”
“Not necessarily on hold. I can fly home or you can fly there every weekend baby. I’m going to be so busy working during the week that it would be when we actually get to see each other anyways, right? We can Skype and Face-time…I’m going to miss you like crazy…but I would never do this if I didn’t think that it would benefit us both in the long run.”
I was pouting like a child but I had to remind myself that this is Axel’s game, not Mark’s, and what Mark is saying did make a lot of sense. I sat back down on the couch. He tentatively put his hands on my waist and when I didn’t slap them away, he pulled me back down next to him. He kissed the side of my face. “Everything is going to be okay baby. We’re going to have a great life…and you want to know something else?”
“What’s that?”
“You don’t have to wait to go back to school. You can do that when the new semester starts. Then, by the time we’re together again, we’ll both be set in our careers.”
“I can finish my BA degree?”
“You can get your Master’s if you want to,” he said. I wanted to get my degree in early childhood development. I’ve always wanted to do something in education. I’m not sure exactly what, but as I’m getting my degree I could do a lot of research into job opportunities. In three years I’ll only be twenty-nine…that’s young enough to start a family. I grudgingly had to admit what Mark was saying made sense…but what to do about this attraction to Axel? That one I’d have to ponder further. Even now, the thought of him, even though I am still angry with him, gave me tickles in my lower abdomen. When Mark’s hands moved back up and grabbed two handfuls of boob this time, I let him. I’m a shameless hussy, I know.
“Let’s go to bed,” I told him after I enjoyed the breast massage for several minutes. I took his hand and he followed me up off the couch.
“Are we rolling dice tonight?” he asked as I led him down the hall.
“Let’s just make love.” Maybe with some good old vanilla sex, I could get Axel and that damned spanking out of my head.
When we got to the bedroom Mark said, “Holly…I…” I put my finger to his lips.
“No words,” I told him. “Let’s just show each other how much we love each other. I’m going to make sure you have plenty of masturbatory fantasies about me when you’re out there in California.”
Mark smiled and his eyes widened as I let my hands run across his hard, bare chest as I crouched down and came to rest on my knees at the side of the bed. I slid two fingers from each hand under the elastic waistband of his pajama pants. I could see the bulge of his erection beneath the soft fabric and my own panties were becoming damp as my breath came in short, aroused bursts. I slid them downward and set him free.
I cleared my mind of everything but Mark and I, and I focused on savoring every second of our time together. I reached up and wrapped one hand around his shaft near the base. I heard Mark gasp and I let the sound of his excitement spur me on. He felt hot in my hand and I could feel his pulse as I slowly slid my hand from base to tip and back again. I let my tongue slide out and lick the tip. Mark shuddered. When I reached up and gently fondled his balls, he shook all over. I held onto them as I began licking, running my tongue up and down the length, swirling it around the swollen head.
“Oh baby you’re unbelievable,” Mark said. He had his hands in my hair as I slid my lips over his already saliva-coated tip and sucked a few inches into my mouth. He moaned long and deep as I began moving my head back and forth, taking a little more in each time. I realized as I pleasured Mark that there was a lot to be said for making sweet love to your one and only. I knew just what angles and motions would drive him wild as I drove his shaft deeper into my throat. I sucked vigorously while he was all the way in my mouth and then I’d let it slide all the way out to the tip and suck that for a few seconds. Then I would dive forward again. Mark was moving his hips faster and moaning louder. I co
uld tell he was getting close so I sucked faster and harder.
“Oh Holly, baby. If you keep that up I’m going to…” I didn’t stop. Instead, I reached down and slid my hand down into the front of my own pajama pants. I shuddered as my fingers found my engorged clit and I took more of him until he was buried in the back of my throat. “Fuck! Holly…!” Deeper, harder, faster…my nose and lips made contact with his crotch each time as I deep-throated him. I prepared myself when I felt his cock swell. I reached around and placed both my hands against his firm ass, paused one last time at the tip and took a deep breath before plunging forward and sucking him all the way into my throat. I held him there for a second and then moved my head back and forth swiftly just about an inch. I felt the swollen head of his cock grinding into my esophagus as my fingers frantically stroked my clit. My eyes were tearing up and I was on the verge of my own climax when he yelled, “Oh fuck! Oh God!” He grabbed the back of my head and I felt the orgasm shake his entire frame. His cock began pulsing and contracting and every time I swallowed, Mark cried out louder. Our neighbors were undoubtedly getting a show.
I kept him in my mouth….in my throat until he stopped shaking. Meanwhile I was getting closer and closer to my own release. He groaned loudly as he let his cock slide out from in between my lips and then he reached down and grabbed my nipples with his fingers. He pinched and pulled on them and within seconds I was bucking up and down on my own hand and crying out as the orgasm slammed into me…” I love you Holly!” Mark cried out as I came. I felt another hot rush.
