by Jade West
My hackles were smoking, breath fierce. “Have you quite fucking finished?”
She smoothed her skirt down, nodded her head. “Yeah, I’m finished.”
“For your information, Miss Marsh, this decision had nothing whatsoever to do with our personal relationship. I picked you for Salmon’s because you’re the best, because we work well together, because you have experience on large personal injury case-management implementations.” I shot her a look of fire, jaw tense. “Emily Barron is scatty and disorganised. She worked with Tony because she had an ideal personality for a rapport-build with the Salmons team in the early stages. I never had any intention of letting her live with the implementation, and neither did Frank. Not even Tony wanted her to handle it, if you must know.” She flushed beetroot, eyes like saucers. I was on a roll. “And as for your little monologue about coffees and hotel nights, I’m Chief fucking Technology Officer, Lydia, I make decisions that are best for this whole fucking company. If you think having you on the other side of this desk takes priority over me doing a good job for this business, then you are way off the mark. Way, way off the fucking mark.”
She rubbed her temples. “I don’t think that.”
“That’s not how it sounds.”
“Really, I don’t. I was just stressed, she kicked off at me, ok? And I didn’t know anything about it. I felt like an idiot.”
“Frank was going to tell you, since he’s your boss.”
“I’m sorry, James.”
I rubbed my palms against my thighs, clammy hands. “Your minute’s up, Lydia, I’m really busy.”
She stood without a word, edging her way to the doorway. I didn’t look up from my screen, cock rising at her humiliation, despite my anger.
“I guess I’ll see you later,” she said, letting herself out.
I didn’t indulge her with an answer.
My email sounded a few minutes later. My cock responded in its usual fashion, jumping on sight of her name in the preview box.
From: Lydia Marsh
Subject: Professionalism
James, I’ve offended you. It was unintentional, and I assure you it’s much more about feeling bad for Emily Barron than it is about you. I would never question your professional integrity. You conduct yourself faultlessly.
Lydia Marsh
Senior Project Co-ordinator, Trial Run Software Group.
I smiled despite myself. My own fucking email spouted back at me.
To: Lydia Marsh
Subject: Re: Professionalism.
I know that’s my email. Switching the names doesn’t make it an original piece of work.
In light of this fact, I feel entitled to plagiarise yours:
Do you mean ‘sorry’?
James
James Clarke
CTO, Trial Run Software Group.
Her reply was through in a heartbeat.
From: Lydia Marsh
Subject: Re: re: Professionalism
Yes. I mean sorry.
Nothing like making someone work for it.
You said you’d remember, should the boot ever be on the other foot. I guess you did.
So, how does it feel to be the injured party?
Lydia Marsh
Senior Project Co-Ordinator, Trial Run Software Group.
I stroked my cock through my suit, the thought of her smug little smile driving me to insanity. I was pissed off, fuming, but still she amused me.
To: Lydia Marsh
Subject: Re: re: re: Professionalism.
Come and find out.
James
James Clarke
CTO, Trial Run Software Group.
I waited for it.
From: Lydia Marsh
Subject: Re: re: re: Professionalism
???
Lydia Marsh
Senior Project Co-Ordinator, Trial Run Software Group.
I must have been fucking insane, but my fingers took on a life of their own.
To: Lydia Marsh
Subject: Re: re: re: re: Professionalism.
You heard me. Get up here, now.
NOW, Lydia.
James
James Clarke
CTO, Trial Run Software Group.
She didn’t dally around, at my door within the minute, leaving me just enough time to close the window blinds. She rapped, faster than usual, slipping inside before I’d even had time to react. She closed the door behind her, then stared at me, keeping her distance.
“James, look, about what I said...”
“What happens to bad girls, Lydia?” She raised her eyebrows, floundering for words. I raised myself from my seat, grabbing my dick through my trousers. “Look what you’ve done to me, Miss Marsh. I think this requires a disciplinary.” I threw her the key to my door, and she caught it in nimble fingers. “Lock it.” She did as instructed, and I caught her hands shaking. It sent a shiver down my spine. “Come here,” I hissed. “I want you over my desk.”
She approached without hesitation, placing herself between me and the desk. I pushed her down by her shoulders, slamming her flat into the desk top. My pens went skidding away, order scattered.
“The noise,” she wheezed. “This is a mistake.”
I pressed into her ass. “It’s certainly a mistake, Lydia, certainly.”
She sucked in her breath as I hitched her skirt, yanking it roughly around her waist. She was wearing white panties, cute little things with a lacy trim. I slid them down around her thighs, groaning as I saw the results of the weekend. Big, dark circles of bruising, one on each ass cheek. The middles were still a beautiful park purple, rimmed with black and green.
“I bruised well this time, didn’t I?” she whispered.
“You should have done. I hit you hard enough.” She rocked back against my fingers as I prodded her. Her flesh still felt ridged, the bruises hard to the touch.
“That feels good,” she breathed.
“You will stay fucking silent, Lydia. Do you understand me?” I growled. She nodded, reaching forward to grip at the edge of the desk. I raised my metal ruler, trailing the cold edge down the crack of her ass. She flinched. “This will hurt.”
I slapped the ruler hard against her thighs and she lurched forward. Still she was silent, only the raspy sound of her agitated breathing loud in the room. I kept an ear out for noise in the corridor. Frank was out golfing, I knew that much, and Vanessa downstairs for the support team meeting with any luck. Just us on the floor. I didn’t share my knowledge with Lydia.
The next blow was harder, in exactly the same position. She was still jiggling around on her toes when I hit her again. I landed short, sharp thwacks over the purple heart of her bruises, and her hand came up behind her, instinct breaking through her discipline. I pressed the swell of my cock against her bare ass. “Hands on the desk, Lydia. You move again and I swear you’ll regret it.”
“Sorry, sir,” she rasped.
Three more blows and I paused, soaking in her ragged breathing. “You deserve this, Miss Marsh, for trying my patience.”
“Yes, sir.”
I landed another five without hesitation, and her body pressed flat to the desk, white knuckles gripping tight. “Cry for me, Cat, show me how sorry you are.”
She didn’t even whimper, and frustration flared in my nostrils. I’d been pushing her as hard as I dared, weeks of testing her limits, but still she wouldn’t fucking cry for me. She’d go quiet, shaky, pale as a sheet with chattering teeth, high on adrenaline and right on the edge, but she wouldn’t fucking cry. It vexed her as much as it did me, I knew that, but still the beast raged on. “Cry for me, Cat, let me taste your beautiful fucking tears.”
I gave her three in one spot, so hard she lifted her feet from the floor. “Thank you, sir,” she whimpered.
Her ass was bright red, the tiniest fleck of blood where one corner had caught her particularly viciously. I gave her another for good measure and watched the blood pool darker. “Why won’t you cry for me, Cat? Why
won’t you fucking cry for me?” Five more and she was shaking, her forehead tight to the table.
I could hardly hear her answer. “I can’t, sir. I’m sorry, I don’t know how.”
My dick strained for release. I pressed down onto her, my mouth in her ear. “You have to break to cry, Cat, and you won’t break. What are you holding onto?”
“I don’t know, sir, I promise.”
“So much pain, Cat, and still you won’t break for me.”
“I’m trying, sir.”
“Not hard enough.” I raised myself back to standing. “On your back, spread your legs.”
She did as I asked, shimmying out of her panties and laying her whole weight on my desk. She looked so beautiful there, presented so pretty for my viewing. I changed position, retreating to the opposite side of my desk where I yanked her forwards until her head lolled over the edge. I unbuckled my belt, sliding down my zipper. “Look what you’ve done to my cock, Cat.” I rubbed the swollen head over her mouth, and she opened wide to let me in, gagging as I pushed all the way into her throat. She kept it down like a good girl, cheeks straining. This time I didn’t even attempt to fuck her face, I kept still, enjoying the tension of her gag reflex. “Hold your knees, legs spread wide.”
She pulled her thighs up to her chest. She’d taken to shaving her pussy, but our encounter today was completely unplanned. I rubbed my fingers over her sweet little mound, catching the tiniest graze of stubble. Delicious. “It pains me to do this to such a pretty cunt, Lydia, but your insubordination leaves me no choice.” She registered my intention and began to shake. Perfect. “I’m sure I don’t need to point out that my cock is in your mouth, Cat. Please fucking mind your teeth.”
God, how I smacked her cunt. She jerked like a fish, coughing against the meat in her throat. Her thighs clamped tight shut, her hands flailing in the air. I pulled her knees back open, and for a moment she fought me. “Give me your fucking pussy,” I hissed.
She spread again for me, but this time she was nervous, legs trembling. I landed another and she rocked to the side, trying to choke me out of her throat. I didn’t let her, simply pulled her straight back into position. “Close your legs again and I’ll double the strokes.”
This time she gripped her knees like her life depended on it. I gave her a moment while I circled her swollen clit. “Good girl, I want you nice and wet.”
She squeaked as I hit her again, and her knees slammed shut but only for a moment. Her chest was heaving with frantic gulps as I landed another, and she shook like a leaf at the one after that. Her cunt was blooming nicely, lips swelling with blood and pain. I gave her another two, then slid rough fingers inside her. She bucked against my touch like a good little pain slut, sucking at my cock without prompting. “That’s my perfect girl, you’re so fucking beautiful, Cat. I love your cunt like this.”
My dick was starting to twitch, way too soon. I pulled out of her throat with a squelch, trailing her spit across her face. She gulped in breath. “One more, Lydia, just one more.”
“Thank you, sir,” she rasped.
“Only this time I want to hit your sweet little clit.” I saw her eyes widen, and she clasped her legs tight around my fingers. “It’s going to hurt, Cat, I’m not going to lie. It’s going to really fucking hurt.” I gave her a moment, working my fingers harder inside her until her thighs eased up. “Tell me you want it.”
She hesitated just a moment, covering her eyes with her hand. Nervous. “Do you want it, Cat? You want to be punished for your rudeness, don’t you?”
She nodded, biting her lip. “Not too hard, please sir,” she breathed.
“Bad girl, Cat, I decide how hard I will punish you.”
“Sorry, sir.”
“You will spread your pussy for me. Now. Show me that sweet little clit.”
Her fingers were trembling, but still she slid them down between her legs. She pulled her lips apart, presenting the swollen little nub right up for her punishment. My cock tensed and jerked, desperate to shoot my load all over her. “Deep breaths, Cat, it’s going to hurt so fucking bad.”
She sucked in air, closed her eyes. I rain the cold metal over the little red bullet, loving the way she flinched. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
She kept breathing awhile, then stretched her pussy even wider, screwing her eyes tight shut. “Please, sir, I’m ready.”
It was a perfect hit. A clean blow on the most sensitive part of her. She rolled onto her side, hands between her legs and I thought I’d done it, really broken her. She didn’t even breathe for long seconds, just lay there trembling under my gaze. I ran my fingers through her hair, angling her face back towards mine with the promise of tears, but there were none. I forced down the disappointment, covering her mouth with mine as she took her first long gulp of air. She breathed into me, sucked in my breath. It surprised me to find her smiling, even with her legs still clamped shut.
“Ow,” she said. “That really, really hurt. Really hurt, James, my clit’s on fire.”
I smiled. “I would imagine so, Lydia. You took quite a thwack.”
She reached out a hand for my cock, gripping me tight in her dainty little fingers. “Fuck me, James, please,” she hissed. “Please fuck me over your desk.”
“I’m not prepared,” I said. “I don’t have anything with me.”
She frowned. “Shit.”
“This isn’t the horniest topic,” I said. “But I’m clean, Lydia, I don’t fuck without protection. I mean I haven’t, not since Rachel.”
She smiled. “I didn’t expect you would, Mr In-Control.”
“I mean, we could, if you’re on the pill.”
She kept working my cock. “I am, but I’m shit with it, I’ve been skipping,” she sighed. “I’m sorry, James, I’ll tighten up on it.”
I smiled. “Well, we are in a bit of a quandary then, aren’t we? Unless...”
She raised her eyebrows. “Unless?”
“Your ass, Lydia, I could fuck your sweet ass.”
I watched her swallow. “But the other night, with your fingers... it was so tight.”
“I just landed a metal fucking ruler on your clit, Lydia, are you telling me you can’t take my cock in your ass?”
She grinned. “I could give it a go, I guess. It can’t hurt that bad, right?”
Wrong, but I kept my mouth shut. She rolled onto her front and I angled my cock at her face. “Spit for me.”
She was well-practised, coating my shaft in a thick load of saliva without a second’s hesitation. I rubbed it all over me then took up position behind her. I slid my thumb in first, and she winced but didn’t protest. I moved it around in wide circles, loosening her up. “One day I’m going to stretch this little hole nice and wide, Lydia, taking a cock will be the last of your worries. You should count yourself lucky it’s not my fist you’re accommodating.”
“Maybe one day,” she smiled, shooting me dirty eyes over her shoulder. “I like your thumb, it feels nice, kind of dreamy.”
“We’re running out of time, Cat, you’ll have to take it fast and hard if you want to do this.”
She bit her lip, eyes glazed. “Better get on with it, then.” She resumed her grip on the edge of the desk as I pushed my cock against her puckered little ring. This wouldn’t take long, I was already close to the edge.
“Fast and hard, Cat, fast and hard. Don’t scream.”
She gasped as I pushed myself in. She tensed every muscle, wheezing out expletives. Her ass was so fucking tight, I had to help my cock in with my hand. She clenched around me, tight and dry and so fucking hot.
“Shit, Lydia, shit,” I growled. “Fucking hell, you feel so good.”
“It hurts,” she breathed. “It really hurts.” Her eyes were on mine again, big and glazed with dilated pupils, but she was horny. Sweet fucking Jesus, she was horny. “Fuck me,” she hissed. “Fuck me, James, I want it rough.”
She sent me insane, and in a heartbeat I was pounding her tight little a
sshole, my fingers yanking at her hair as I slammed her over my desk. I lost all sense of reason, all sense of anything, lost to everything but the soft little whimpers coming from her throat and her tight, hot hole sucking me dry. “I’m going to shoot in your ass, Lydia, I’m going to shoot my load in your filthy little asshole.”
“Yes,” she grunted. “I want it, fucking fuck me, James, fucking fuck me.”
I slammed in all the way, emptying my balls inside her. She let out a shrill little squeak at the final intrusion, wriggling under my weight. It was a major explosion, shaky legs almost giving way under me. I jerked inside her, watching her tight little ring clenching around me, sucking at me like a hungry little mouth. I pulled out as I finished, loving the way my seed bubbled out with me. I kissed the filthy brown lips that had milked me and slipped my tongue inside, loving the way she squirmed.
“You’re dirty bad wrong, James Clarke,” she hissed, spreading her ass cheeks for more. “So fucking dirty bad wrong.”
“Yes, I am,” I laughed. “And you love me for it.”
She didn’t laugh back.
***
Lydia
You love me for it. You love me for it. You love me for it.
Of course I didn’t love him for it. I definitely didn’t. That’s what I wanted to say. That’s what I wanted to feel. A rough anal pounding over a desk at work does not equal romance. White knights don’t show up with red roses and metal rulers all ready to slap you on the clitoris. Ow, it still fucking hurt.
I took the stairs to the flat two at a time, happy to find the door unlocked.
“Bex!” I squealed. “Oh my God, Rebecca, you’re never going to believe what the lovely James Clarke did to me today! He fucked me in the ass, at WORK, over his desk while our boss was out golfing. Can you even believe this shit?” I put the kettle on, trying to peer out onto the balcony. “It’s crazy, right?” I laughed. “I’m still in shock.”
