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ONE TO GROW ON
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CAITLYN WILLOWS
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ONE TO GROW ON
Judi Osbourne's gaze wandered to the thirty-one long-stemmed red roses perched in the crystal vase on the edge of her desk. A rose for every year she'd been here, plus one to grow on. A gift from Reese ... and the promise of what was to come—her ... multiple times.
Focusing on work was impossible when she knew he could call at any time to lay out in graphic and sensuous detail all he planned to do to her tonight. The briefings, case files, and the myriad of legal documentation she had piled on her desk could just as well have been invisible. Other than the folder that had been opened before her for the bulk of the afternoon, Judi hadn't been able to touch a one. His call would set in motion the events for the evening. Her every fantasy fulfilled—his birthday gift to her.
Her heart raced in anticipation. Lower, her body thrummed for attention, getting wetter with every passing second. Judi considered a trip to the ladies room to take the edge off her horny, but Reese had expressly forbid her to cheat. Since he could spot a lie from ten miles away, and her flushed cheeks always gave her away where he was concerned, Judi complied, although the temptation to do otherwise and suffer his “punishment” was hard to resist. Being over her husband's knee, bare-assed, his to do with as he pleased? Or spread and bound for the kiss of the chamois flogger?
A shudder of lust quivered straight to her crotch. Judi crossed her legs to quell the ache swelling her clitoris. She'd been slick with her juices since the roses had arrived after lunch. She'd swear she could smell her arousal over their delicate scent. Thank God she had a private office. If only there were a private bathroom to go with it.
Judi smiled. No, that would have made it too tempting to spend the day in there, getting herself off as she daydreamed about the discipline she'd received for her disobedience.
She pulled a rose from the vase and brushed the velvety petals over her cheek, then down her neck. The scent was subtle, not over-powering. Reese was like that, too. A hint from him could melt her into a puddle. He always knew what she needed and never hesitated to give it to her. In a profession where she was required to be the aggressor, it was wonderful to know she could give the reins of control to him in their sex life. Not once had he disappointed her.
Her nipples tightened, nudging for freedom from her bra. Judi shifted a little, trying to rasp the material over them as she slowly began to swing her leg to and fro. It felt good, too good, too naughty. Maybe she should call Reese first and confess her lapse to him. He'd tsk and quietly spell out the discipline he planned to administer. She imagined him in his three-piece suit, thick erection hidden behind his desk...
A knock at her door shattered the daydream.
Judi stabbed the rose back into its vase. “Come in."
Peggy Wilson breezed in a second later, a black dress bag dangling from her finger. “This was just delivered for you. It's from Reese. Another birthday present?"
She smiled. “Yes.” One of many to come. “We have a date tonight after work. Someplace special, I've been told. I let him pick something out for me."
Peggy reached for the zipper. “Want to see it now?"
Was she blushing? Her cheeks felt hot. Hell, her whole body was hot. “No. I'll wait. Just put it in the closet."
"At least it won't be a long wait.” For a short person, Peggy could take some long strides. It seemed like she flew to the closet across the room. “It's almost five."
Judi glanced at her watch. Ten minutes to go. She'd spent ninety percent of her day thinking of the night, and here it was. Her breath hitched. Her pussy screamed delight in a gush of moisture. Her nipples tapped against her bra in applause. Reese wouldn't have to do much work to make her come tonight. She was three-quarters of the way there already.
Her cell phone tweedled as Peggy finished hanging the bag. Reese! People thought it was cute how she still got excited about the man after all the years they'd been together. They didn't have a clue, and she wasn't about to enlighten them.
Her assistant wasted no time leaving, giving Judi a good-bye finger wiggle as she dashed out the door. She snatched up the phone.
"Did you get everything I sent?” Reese's voice was low and husky, a caress all by itself. If he were beside her, those words would have been brushed against her ear.
"Yes, the roses arrived noonish, and the dress just now. I haven't had the chance to look at it yet, but the roses are beautiful,” she somehow managed to say over the catch in her throat.
"Soft against your skin?"
"Yes,” she whispered in response. “Like velvet."
"Soft as the petals between your legs? I'll bet they smell as sweet, but can't come close to matching your taste."
"Oh, honey...” A gasp choked off her words.
"Better than honey,” he softly replied.
She closed her eyes and imagined his hands dusting over her bare skin as he kissed his way to her pussy.
"Everything you need for tonight is in the dress bag,” he told her. “You'll notice a few things missing. Don't replace them. I want you accessible to my every whim. No panties, no hose, no bra ... just the silk dress against your skin. You needn't worry about catching a chill tonight. I'll see you're kept plenty warm. We have early dinner reservations, so I'll be picking you up in about thirty minutes. The driver will come up to get you."
"Driver?” She could barely say the word above the pounding in her heart.
Reese chuckled. “Every fantasy, sweetheart. I've rented a limo for us. Are you ready to play?"
"God, yes,” she pushed out.
"Thirty minutes, sweetheart.” He ended the call without another word.
Judi plucked her pale peach suit jacket away from her, trying to fan the heat racing over her body. The cool linen was now as stifling as a suit of armor. Her nipples felt like stones pressed against her bra. They begged for the touch of another. She cupped her hand over one and squeezed. The buzz of her intercom jerked it away.
"I'm heading out,” Peggy said. “Anything you need before I go?"
Nothing Peggy could give her. “I'll be leaving shortly myself. Have a nice weekend."
"Will do. Oh ... and have a great birthday night."
I intend to. “Thanks."
Judi pulled the pins from her hair as she pushed away from her desk. She kept it in a twist to keep the wayward curls tamed at work. After-hours was a different matter. She liked it down, looking extra feminine and sexy. That's how she'd caught Reese's eye all those years ago ... well, one of the ways.
They'd been on opposite sides of the c
ourtroom—him prosecuting, her defending. The verbal thrust and parry was intoxicating. In the end, her client caved under the pressure of watching them duel and pled out. Loser bought winner dinner that evening. She and Reese met at her favorite restaurant—a cozy Italian place called Stefano's, where the only seating was booths that could be made as private as one wished. One tug of the cords that held the curtains aside would drape diners in a haven all their own.
She'd waited until they were seated, then yanked the pins from her heavy hair and watched the lust in his eyes flame when the dark blond curls fell to her shoulders. His response would be forever imprinted on her brain.
"I'm going to fuck you good and hard tonight ... among other things. It's what we both want, isn't it? What we need?"
Her body clenched at the memory of how the words affected her and of how well he had fucked her and did those other things.
"And then I'm going to marry you."
They'd done that, too, three months later. But she'd known from the start Reese was the man of her dreams.
She kicked off her low white pumps and walked to the closet. Her breath caught as she sliced the zipper down on the dress bag. Shimmering red winked at her. She slipped it off the hanger and held it against her. The material was soft, light, with a handkerchief hem that would ripple against her legs with every step she took. Long sleeves would keep her from being chilled, but the neckline plunged to reveal her cleavage, leaving her fully accessible to Reese's hot hands.
Judi hooked the hanger over the rod and shifted through the bag. She found a pair of red stilettos, a small red purse to match it, a black velvet jewelry case, and nothing else. No hose, no underwear. Looked like Reese wanted other parts of her fully accessible as well. Moisture sopped the crotch of her panties and wicked into her pantyhose. Without those barriers her juices would have trickled down her thighs.
God, she needed some relief! She knew what disobeying him would bring her. At that point, she relished the idea of the riding crop over her bare ass, his cock fucking her ass afterward.
Judi shoved her hand inside her panties and pressed her fingers hard against her clit. She circled once, twice, a third time. Orgasm rolled over her. She sagged onto the wall and pulled her hand free, while she caught her breath. He'd never know.
That made her laugh. He'd know. All he had to do was ask. She wouldn't lie to him. By the end of the evening she'd be facing a wall again, nude and quivering, as she anticipated the punishment to come from her disobedience.
Hauling in a breath, she retrieved the antibacterial cleanser from her purse to wash her hands of pussy smell, then hurried to get ready for her date. She stripped off her work clothes and placed them in the bag. The red dress felt like heaven against her skin, caressing everywhere it touched. Reese had picked well.
She stepped into the stilettos as she pulled makeup bag and brush from her purse. The heels increased her height by four inches. Judi had to duck down to freshen her makeup and tidy her hair. Lastly, she opened the jewelry case.
"Oh, Reese!” She gasped as she fingered the diamond earrings with the matching chevron necklace set in white gold. He'd picked well here, too. The man had exquisite taste.
Her cell phone rang as she finished seating the second earring in her lobe. No doubt who that is.
Smiling, she answered with, “Hello, sexy man, and thank you for the diamonds. They are absolutely beautiful. As soon as I see you, I'm going to find a way to more thoroughly show my appreciation."
"I'll bet they make your skin glow,” Reese replied. “But I don't think they could ever match the sparkle in your brown eyes."
It wasn't just talk. She knew Reese meant every word he said.
"You made yourself come, didn't you?"
Though he couldn't see her, Judi cast her gaze downward. “Yes."
He tsked. “You couldn't wait ten more minutes? Your impatience will cost you."
"Yes, Reese, I know. I just—"
"Place the phone on your desk with the speaker on. Remove your ruler from the drawer. Bend over, lift up your dress, and start paddling. You will give yourself thirty good ones in honor of your birthday. And don't forget to add one to grow on. I want to hear every one of them, too, sweetheart."
"Yes, Reese."
Body quivering, she did as he ordered. Her pre-orgasmic ache was nothing compared to now. Her arousal filled the room. Her heartbeat echoed to the corners and back.
"I'm waiting,” he said.
Judi bent over her desk as she fumbled to pull the wooden ruler from the desk drawer. He'd given it to her one memorable night right here in her office—given it to her good—then left it in her drawer as a reminder and a promise of future sessions. Every time she saw it laying front and center among the clutter of pens, sticky pads, paperclips, and highlighters, her mind flashed to that night, which made it devilishly hard to concentrate on work and clients.
She wrapped her hand around the smooth, polished wood. No metal band edged the markings—it was simple, effective, even elegant looking. The wood warmed in her hand. Judi rubbed it over her bare bottom. A tingle of anticipation coursed through her.
"If I have to come up there..."
Her thighs shook at the thought. She'd love him to come up. To stand over her while he forced her to do this, then add his own spanks afterward. She raised her arm and came down hard. One whack brought the ruler across her bare butt.
"Good girl,” he commended. “Continue."
She brought the wood down hard and fast over her flesh, curling her free hand over the edge of the desk to keep it from her pussy. Though she bit her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out, soft moans still escaped. With the last stroke, she dropped the implement back into the drawer and shut it.
"I'll bet your pussy's hot, wet, and throbbing now, isn't it?” he said.
She let a whimper of need answer for her.
"If I were up there right now, I'd fuck you good. But since I'm not..."
She heard the door open and shifted around for a look.
"Don't move,” Reese ordered from the phone. “Another present has arrived for you. Are you there?"
"Yes, Mr. Osbourne, I've just walked in.” A hot hand rubbed over her hips. Another one higher up her back kept her in place.
"There's been a slight change. Give her a good fucking, but she's not allowed to come."
"Yes, sir."
He was fulfilling her every fantasy! She heard the rasp of a zipper going down, the rip of a condom package, then the biggest cock she'd ever felt slid deep inside her cunt.
She pulled her head up on a long, satisfied, “Oooooh."
Reese laughed lightly. “Twelve inches, all for you, honey. Just like you've always wanted."
The man's fingers hoisted her hips higher. Slow, steady pumps spread her wide.
"Oh, God, Reese! Please ... please let me come!” she cried out.
"Bad girls don't get to come. They get spanked and fucked. He's got big hands, sweetheart. Do you want him to spank you some more? Maybe a good spanking will teach you to behave. Can you take one from a stranger? Maybe he's broken into your office, found you at work when you weren't supposed to be there..."
The man fucked her faster, harder, touching every hot spot her vagina possessed, while Reese talked her through one of her fantasy scenarios.
"You've stolen important information from his office for a client,” he went on. “He's determined to get it back, determined to teach you a lesson about stealing. You have to do what he wants or face jail time, something no lawyer wants. He's going to spank you, then fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
The words alone were enough to make her come. The hard pounding the man gave her added to the fire in her clit. Suddenly he pulled free. Before she could protest, he hauled her up and over one knee. He anchored her legs between his hard thighs and locked her wrists behind her back with one big hand. One spank covered both cheeks and took her breath away.
"How many, Mr. Osbou
rne?” he asked.
"Thirty, of course.” Reese's chuckle was swallowed by the spanks that rained over her bottom.
Each one swelled her clit to bursting, but all the squirming in the world couldn't get her budged from his steely thighs. It felt like every ounce of blood in her body had collected in that one spot. Judi swore she'd go mad if she didn't come.
"Reese, please!” she begged. “I'm so sorry I disobeyed you, but I need to come. I need it."
"I don't think you've sufficiently learned your lesson, but I do hate to see you in pain, so I'll allow it."
With those words, her wrists were released. The man shoved his hand beneath her right to her clit. The five final spanks jerked her into his touch and sent her tumbling over the edge in a body-quaking climax. He hauled her to her feet before the sensation could ebb, pushed her facedown on the desk once more, and stabbed his horse cock deep inside. His thrusts now were as hard and demanding as the pressure he kept on her clit. Another orgasm rattled her bones, then another that finally yanked the climax out of him. He seated himself hard as he ground into her. It was the only thing that kept her from sliding onto the floor in a puddle.
"Was it good, baby?” Reese's voice purred.
"God, yes,” she gasped out. “But it would have been so much better with you here, too."
"Mmm ... I know, but the night's young and I have a hard-on waiting in the limo for your hot mouth. Don't be long."
Her legs felt like rubber. How could she possibly move, much less rush down there? Her present relieved her of his weight, but when she started to lever herself upright, he pushed her gently back into place. A warm, wet cloth cleaned the juices from her thighs and crotch. Reese had thought of everything.
The man helped her to her feet. That's when Judi got her first good look at six-foot-four-inches of solid muscle and the dimpled smile that went with it. He gave her a wink, then put himself to rights, while she repaired hair and makeup. He'd brought everything needed for their encounter in a small duffel bag that was fairly well obscured in his large hand.
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