by Loki Renard
“And in spite of my reputation, you’re afraid I’ll drive the company into the ground with a green initiative. You have issues with trust,” he said, looking at her with freshly appraising eyes. “Who hurt you, Ellie?”
“Spare me the daytime TV psychology,” she said curtly. “This isn’t about me.”
“Oh, but it is,” he smiled with some understanding. “Heavy is the head that wears the crown, hmm, Ellie? Wouldn’t it be nice to let someone else share a little of the load?”
“I have an excellent team under me,” she said, cutting him off. “Now, if you’re quite finished, Mr. Treville, I have work to do.”
She stood up and walked around her desk, extending her hand in what would have been a brief, dismissive handshake—had Daniel Treville not taken it and tugged her right over his lap.
“What are you doing!?” There was undeniable panic in the high pitch of her tone as she fell over his hard thighs, finding herself with a much closer view of the marble floor than she’d ever had before.
He answered her question by bringing his large palm down across her cheeks in a hard swat that left a burning sting and a sense of utter incredulity in its wake.
“Stop!”
“I warned you more than once, little girl,” he growled down at her. “You chose to play instead of listening and doing as you were told.”
“I am not little!”
She was small compared to him though. Her short stature meant that while she was pressed across his thighs, her palms on the floor in front of her, her toes kicked haplessly in the air. Daniel took full advantage of that fact, keeping her rear pitched high over his thigh as his palm met the smooth, taut fabric of her skirt, which clung all too closely against her rear.
He was spanking her. He was spanking her as if she were a naughty girl who had mouthed off to him and was receiving a well-deserved punishment.
Ellie could barely believe it, even though she was reminded anew every other second as his hand swatted her yet again, adding more heat and sting to her bottom.
“Are you learning, Ellie? Are you realizing that I do not bluff?”
She was learning. She was learning that his long legs were hard and toned, and that she could feel them flexing underneath her hips. She was learning that he smelled expensive and masculine, and that his arms were long enough to wrap around the narrowness of her waist and hold her locked against his body. And she was learning that his strong palm and long fingers were capable of delivering sharp stinging swats to the most padded part of her body.
“Let me up, Daniel,” she insisted boldly. “Let me up now and I’ll leave you enough in your personal accounts to buy a burrito once my lawyers are done suing you for this.”
“Ellie,” he chuckled darkly. “You know those threats mean nothing to me. Even if you were to sue, you would lose—and likely end up with a sizable bill for court costs to boot. Now be a good girl and take your spanking.”
As if she had a choice. She was caught in place over his thighs, trapped in his disciplinary embrace. It was the most intimate situation she’d found herself in for over a year, and part of her shock was due to the fact that the hard, masculine body pressing against hers was arousing undeniable excitement where it absolutely should not be.
Daniel’s hand was still clapping against her rear in steady, slow swats, each of them jolting her out of the notion of control she had spent so very long trying to create. As the realization of her helplessness settled in, and the heat began to build to a most uncomfortable sting that peaked every time a fresh swat landed, Ellie found it increasingly difficult to control her reactions.
Before she could stop them, tears began to roll down her cheeks, a shameful admission of weakness. Dammit! How could this be happening? Within minutes of meeting, Daniel Treville had spanked her to tears. Ellie knew she would never live this down. If word of this event got out, she would be shamed in every boardroom in the world. Oh, how they would all chortle at the idea of Ellie Jones having her bottom thrashed by a billionaire.
“Do we have an understanding, Ellie?”
“Let me up, you bastard!”
He let out a little sigh of disappointment. “Oh, no,” he said. “That will not do.”
She felt his fingers at the hem of her skirt, sliding the fabric up over her thighs and the curve of her bottom. No! He was disrobing her!
“Daniel!”
“Naughty girls get spanked on their bare bottoms,” he said in a masculine growl that made her panic as the hem of her skirt settled around her waist. Her bottom was not bare. A pair of very expensive black silk and lace panties stood between him and his target, but he seemed in no hurry to remove them.
He smoothed his large palm over the rounds of her rear. She felt his bare skin against hers in the small spots between the lace weave. A hot blush suffused her body. She could imagine what she must look like, the curves of her body caught over his lap, her bottom snugly covered by the French briefs, her legs bare and vulnerable, still unable to touch the floor, Louboutins suspended in space. If he kept doing what he was doing, soon her bottom would be as red as the underside of her shoes.
“I must say I admire your taste in lingerie,” he murmured, letting one fingertip trace under the hem at the base of her left cheek with a gesture that was both casual and titillating.
“I don’t think they come in your size,” Ellie shot back. The little verbal rebellion was enough to make her tears dry up and restore some kind of composure.
Daniel let out a brief laugh before swatting her bottom hard enough to make her squeak. It hurt much more without the protective barrier of her skirt absorbing some of the sting.
“Naughty,” he said. “But why should I expect anything different from you? You think you know best…”
“Because it’s my job to know best,” Ellie snapped. “You want a simpering, spineless CEO who whimpers every time a decision has to be made?”
“I want one who listens to reason,” Daniel replied, clapping his palm against the center of her cheeks. “And I want one who understands who she works for. Your job is to achieve the goals of the shareholders and grow the company in a sustainable direction.”
“My job is to maximize profits!”
“That’s just a part of your job,” he corrected her. “A part you’re incredibly good at, admittedly, but only part.”
The praise, though it came between hard swats delivered to her panty-clad bottom, still pleased her ego. Finally, an admission that he knew who he was dealing with. Maybe that was why he was spanking her. Maybe he figured a physical display of dominance was the only way to gain the upper hand. Seen in that light, the spanking was more of a sign of desperation.
“Let me up, Daniel,” she said in freshly composed tones. “This isn’t going to work.”
There was a pause as his long fingers drifted over her bottom. “You might be right,” he conceded. “A simple spanking isn’t nearly enough to get through to you, is it, Ellie?”
She smiled, knowing he would let her up in seconds and then it would be her turn to assert her dominance. Oh she was going to tear strips off this overgrown, oversized, overbearing…
“Hey!”
She squealed as her panties were swept down to mid-thigh by powerful fingers that ran down the crevice of her cheeks, making lace fall in their wake. In seconds Ellie found her bottom entirely bare as she see-sawed half naked over Daniel Treville’s lap.
“You cannot do this, Daniel! This is completely…”
“Hush,” he said, slapping her bare rump with a hard swat. “Listen to me, Ellie. I’m not playing with you here. I know exactly what sort of woman you are, and I know you won’t listen to a thing I say unless I make you. You have a reputation for being headstrong and relentless and I’m betting that’s only the half of it. I’d usually have someone like you replaced with a pick of my own choosing, but I like you. I did my research. I know I’m going to have to do some hard work to get you in line, but that’s a challenge I�
��m up for. So settle down, quit wriggling, and tell me you’re going to be a good girl.”
“I will never be a good girl,” Ellie hissed through her teeth.
“Now that’s where you’re wrong.” His hand began to thunder against her bare bottom, slap after slap raining heat and sting into her flesh. “I’ve had you profiled, Ms. Jones. A team of corporate psychologists has assessed you in numerous ways, watched videos of presentations you’ve given, examined the minutes of meetings you’ve attended, interviewed numerous associates too.”
“Nonsense!”
“It’s not nonsense,” Daniel replied smoothly. “Business is about people. Knowing what they want, how they behave, knowing what drives them.” He ran his hand over her burning cheeks. “Many CEOs test fairly high on psychopathy scales, did you know that?”
“I know you’re a psycho,” Ellie shot back.
He let out a gentle chuckle. “Not quite. And neither are you. You see, you play the cold-hearted little bitch to a T. But the decisions you make within your company show a much softer side. Do you know what I think, Ellie?”
“What?”
He leaned down and purred the answer into her ear. “I think you’re a little girl playing a big game of pretend.”
As his words sank in, a zip of electricity rushed over Ellie’s scalp and down her spine, followed quickly by a hot wave of embarrassment. She felt completely undone, more than her body bared. She felt as though her very soul was somehow open to him. Daniel was pushing buttons she hadn’t known she had.
“I’m right, aren’t I,” he murmured, palming her bottom. He began to slowly massage her well-spanked skin, soothing a little of the heat away. “That’s why you’re not screaming the house down, even though your little bottom is hot as Hades. Some part of you knows that you deserve a good spanking—and that you need someone who knows precisely what you are. We’ve known one another for half an hour, but I bet you’ve never been this open with anyone before.”
He was right again. Ellie took a deep breath and tried to think. The tears were drying on her cheeks, making her skin feel tight where salty rivulets had coursed their way down.
“Believe it or not, I’m not doing this to humiliate you, or to break you down. I’m doing it because I think this is the way to get through to you. Words won’t do it. You know as well as I do that words obscure the truth. But touch—that never lies. Can you feel that, Ellie?”
She could. She could feel every part of her being responding to him. He had her entirely in his thrall, her heated ass just a part of the puzzle. This was not how she had imagined her day going. This was not as any day had ever gone—and part of her was thrilled by that fact.
“You’re going to enjoy being mine,” he said in a possessive growl. “You’re going to enjoy what I have in store for you.”
A little thrill passed through her, a shiver of anticipation that came to a peak as he slid his fingers down between her thighs, the pads meeting her damp lower lips. She let out a gasp as his touch became even more intimate, his fingers parting her lips, one swirling around the entrance of her pussy. He was a fraction of an inch away from penetrating her, and her tight abdomen and arched rear spoke to her desire for that and more.
Ellie could not remember a time she had been so aroused. Nothing about what was happening was appropriate. This was as far from her normal experience as it was possible to get. She did not give herself lightly or freely in matters of romance, but that did not matter because here and now she was being taken by a man who subdued and subverted every instinct she had.
Daniel spent a few minutes gently toying with her pussy, driving her to panting distraction as she writhed over his lap, the wetness between her lips beginning to trickle down and seep into the fabric of his trousers. She felt as though she were high, her arousal so powerful it blocked out the restrained, careful parts of her consciousness and awoke a creature who wanted nothing more than pleasure.
And Daniel did not disappoint. He lifted her up from his lap and pressed her hot bare bottom against her desk. Tempered glass held her weight easily as he masterfully spread her legs around his waist and reached for his fly. The zipper ran down smoothly and a moment later his cock sprang out thick, long, and hungry.
He was going to fuck her. Right here. On her own desk. In her office. He was going to fuck her. Some part of Ellie knew she should put up some form of resistance, but she could not muster it, even as he took her left leg and lifted it over his broad shoulder, spreading her cunt for the thick head of his manhood, which was already gleaming with pre-cum.
Hot-bottomed and awash with her own juices, Ellie wanted his cock inside her more than she wanted oxygen. When he pressed the tip to the glistening lips of her cunt, she let out a sigh of satisfaction, knowing soon she would be filled with that hot rod of flesh.
He teased the head along her slit, giving her a little taste of what it would be like. He was thicker than most men, her lips spreading wide around the flared head as Daniel Treville massaged her wet cunt with his cock.
Arching her back, Ellie tried to make him press inside her with the slow writhing of her hips, but all she succeeded in doing was rolling pressure from one well-spanked buttock to the other, reigniting heat and sting. Daniel chuckled softly and slid his hand down her other thigh before lifting her second leg onto his shoulders. She was now completely in his sway, her body captured by his as the thickness between her pussy lips slipped down to the aperture she’d so wanted him to fill and slowly began to press inside her.
Ellie’s eyes went wide, her mouth describing a perfect ‘o’ as Daniel’s cock began to make her inner walls spread around him, the wet hot depths of her cunt welcoming him.
It had been a very long time since Ellie had gotten laid. And she had never had sex like this before.
He slid deep inside her, pressing all the way in with one long thrust, soothing her through the little gasps that arose as tight walls first resisted, then gave way to his flesh. Ellie let out an animal wail as she was totally, irrevocably filled.
Daniel stilled his hips, gazing down at her with one brow mildly quirked. “Are you alright?”
She was flushed, dizzy, her pussy clasping his cock with a desperate desire. “Yes,” she breathed in response. “Oh, god, yes…”
A devilish smile replaced the brief look of concern. He began to stroke inside her, long pumping motions of his powerful hips making her cunt ripple under the sway of his cock. At first they were slow, passionate, controlled. His eyes feasted on her body, his fingers doing away with the buttons of her blouse to bare her midsection and her breasts only barely covered by the brassiere that had slipped under the strain of the writhing she’d done while he was spanking her and now allowed the pink aureoles of her breasts to peek above the lace. One swift motion rendered her bra completely useless, encircling her waist as her breasts bounced free under more forceful thrusts.
“Beautiful,” he murmured down at her. “Absolutely stunning.”
Ellie could not muster a reply. Her pussy was completely full of him, and when she looked up into the hard lines of his face, his handsome dominance overwhelmed her usual independent nature to the point she felt her inner walls quivering in response.
Daniel fucked her masterfully, driving them both toward satisfaction with supple motions of his powerful form. Soon she could feel his cock pulsing inside her, his hot hard flesh responding to the needy grasp of her wet cunt. She saw the tension in his face, the lust in his eyes as he approached the brink of orgasm and held himself there with incredible self-control.
Their eyes were locked in a passionate gaze almost as intense as the convergence taking place between her thighs. She stared up, her eyes wide as he slammed forward, spreading her wet little cunt over and over with no regard for the tenderness of her flesh. He demanded that she take everything she had to give as deep and as hard as he could give it. The sounds of her thighs slapping against the hard lines of his shirt-clad but obviously hard stomach filled the
room as Daniel Treville fucked her like a wanton little slut, destroying the illusion she had gotten so used to playing she had almost mistaken it for her true self.
She felt tingles and flashes of heat running through her whole body from her scalp to her toes. He wasn’t just fucking her cunt, he was fucking her entire being. She saw a little bead of sweat appear at his hairline, his breathing coming faster as he lost the battle with restraint. His cock swelled inside her pussy and Ellie suddenly knew that he was going to come inside her. The moment she realized that her bare pussy was going to be filled with his seed, Ellie felt her erogenous zones overload, her clit pulsing, her cunt clenching, her nipples so hard and erect they almost hurt.
Daniel came moments later, his seed shooting deep inside her plundered pussy, triggering an answering full body quiver that erupted into orgasm. Every muscle in her body tensed, her ass arching up off the desk to try to claim all his cum. He had to lock her legs against his body to stop her from writhing clear off the desk, her hips humping desperately in the throes of feminine climax.
And then it was over.
The moment the last ripples of climax dissipated, the enormity of what had happened came crashing down on her. Lying sprawled across her desk, bra askew, nipples hard, panties torn, Daniel’s cum glistening between her lips, she came back to her senses. Her ravaged, aching pussy throbbed in the aftermath of the most vigorous sexual encounter she’d ever had.
Daniel stood over her, somehow composed. He’d already tucked his shirt back in, secured his manhood behind the zip of his fly. His tousled hair and a smear of lipstick both on his collar and across his left cheek were the only indicators of the sordid sex he’d engaged in.
“Pleased with your conquest, Mr. Treville?” She shot the question at him with some bitterness as she tried to restore herself to some semblance of propriety.
Daniel took her chin between thumb and forefinger, looking deep into her eyes. “You’re not conquered yet, pet. Not even close.” He winked, brushed a brief kiss to her lips and looked at his watch. “I have another appointment to make. I’ll see you tonight.”
