“I bought the panties you wanted. I didn’t have any more money to get bras as well.” A lump grew in my throat as I tried to explain my apparent infraction. What was it about him that could have me soaring above the highest clouds and then crashing down to the deepest ravines within seconds?
“I suppose I will need to make sure you are compensated well enough that this won’t continue to be a recurring issue.” He pulled out his wallet and walked over to his desk, pulling several hundred-dollar bills from it and placing them in a neat pile in the middle of his large, dark desk.
“Come here.”
I walked to the edge of his desk and he unzipped my skirt, pulling it down just over my hips but leaving it snugly enclosed around my upper thighs.
“Bend over the desk and don’t take your eyes off that money.”
I did as I was told. My pussy clenched with a wave of desire, knowing I was about to be disciplined again. With my eyes locked on the money, I could feel him pull my thong down just far enough to completely expose my pussy to the air and the smell of my light fragrant desire perfumed the air.
He smacked my bottom with such force that I yelped loudly, trying to move away. My skirt kept my legs pinned in place as Mr. Legare firmly held me down by placing his broad hand on my lower back, anchoring me to the desk.
He followed up with a series of light slaps, each one landing on a different part of my cheeks, as though he was trying to spread the sensation as widely as possible. Then, just as I was beginning to relax, he struck one cheek hard, then the other cheek harder. My eyes welled up when he slapped the bottom of my cheeks, squarely on my pussy. The sharp and sudden pain made my breath hitch in my throat as tears streamed down my cheeks.
Mr. Legare stopped and I tried to remain focused on the pile of hundreds as I heard him walk across the room and retrieve something. I heard a loud snap as he walked back toward me. I jumped, fighting my impulse to look at what he’d grabbed. I steadied myself for another blow but instead he pushed his fingers into my sore, wet mound and I let out a deep groan at the unexpected pleasure that surged through me.
“You are soaking wet, my dear.” He sounded amused.
I couldn’t deny his observation, my pussy drenched with the undeniable evidence of my enjoyment.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Mirabel?”
I restrained myself from yelling out “YES!” instead hoarsely whispering that I would, writhing at the notion.
“I will fuck you, but not today. You haven’t earned it yet. I still need to teach you your lesson.”
Without further warning a large leather strap snapped across my backside. I cried out at the razor-sharp pain. I twisted forward but had nowhere to escape to, only pushing myself flatter against his desk as a result. He cracked the strap across the bottom of my cheeks again. Tears were once again rushing down my face as I stifled a sob and stiffened my body in anticipation of another hit. Instead, he gently caressed the welts rising on my bottom.
“Shhhh, it’s okay.” His voice was so gentle it surprised me.
I began to sob in earnest. Letting the tears flow from me was an exhaustive and satisfying release that I didn’t know I needed. Mr. Legare opened his desk drawer, pulling out a bottle, and began to softly rub a soothing salve onto my tender ass. His attentiveness quickly calmed me down as he continued to softly tell me that everything was going to be all right. While he cared for my raw wound, I realized I felt much more than just sexual desire for this man I barely knew.
“You can stand up, Mirabel.” He placed the bottle back in his desk. “You’re going to want to be careful pulling your skirt back up.” He sounded genuinely concerned and my heart fluttered. I stood, cautiously pulling my thong and skirt back up over my rear end. The even pressure provided by my tight skirt actually felt nice against my welts.
Mr. Legare gingerly wiped the tears from my cheeks and placed his hand back under my chin, gazing deep into my eyes, seeming to look right through me. “I trust that we won’t have this issue again, am I right?” he asked quietly.
I nodded, sniffling a little.
“All right then, take your money and make sure you come in an hour earlier than usual tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl, Mirabel. Good girl.” He kissed my cheek and butterflies soared in my stomach. “I shall see you then.”
Chapter 6
That evening I struggled to sleep. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by the little game Mr. Legare and I had been playing. I started to get a little worried that he would eventually grow tired of me and toss me aside or fire me. Despite my money problems the idea of his disinterest frightened me much more than the prospect of searching for new employment.
It was in the wee hours of the morning that I finally began to doze off into my sensual dreams about him touching my naked body with his hands that could go from powerful and firm one moment to soft and caring the next. Always guessing which it would be was part of the excitement. When I woke from my feverish dreams I found my panties were soaked completely through, leaving a small wet spot on my sheets.
“Jesus,” I murmured, “if that’s what he can do to me in my dreams, I can’t wait to see what he does when I’m awake.”
As I was instructed I arrived at work an hour earlier than my usual time, making me almost two hours early for the waitressing shift. I momentarily wondered if I would ever do an actual waitressing shift. Mr. Legare opened the front door for me, locking it behind him, and I knew the routine by now, so I walked down the hall to his office without hesitation, listening to his footsteps echo off the tiled floor behind me. Once I reached his door I stepped to the side and dropped my eyes to the floor, awaiting his invitation to enter.
“Proceed.”
I stepped inside onto his carpeted floor and immediately bent over at the waist and awaited his inspection. I could no longer hear his footsteps on the plush carpeting, but I could sense him behind me, standing silently.
“Stand up, Mirabel.”
I stood tall, eyes focused ahead, wondering if today I would pass his test, and if I did, would I be rewarded? The latter part of my thought made my nipples stiffen in my brand-new lace bra.
“Undress.”
I unbuttoned my shirt with measured slowness, watching his face in my peripheral vision. I noticed he was pleased with my choice of bra today as a slight smile crept upon his lips. Once my blouse was completely open I pulled it off my arms and stood for a moment, not sure if I should toss it to the floor or if there was something else he would prefer. Before I thought about it for too long he pulled the shirt from my grasp and folded it neatly.
“Now the skirt.”
I reached behind me and unbuttoned the top button on my skirt then tugged the zipper down, revealing my thong. I pushed the black skirt over my curvy hips and bottom, wincing as it grazed my still sore marks from my spanking the day before. I stepped out of my skirt and handed it to him, enjoying the way the cool air breathed softly against my exposed skin.
For what felt like an endless moment he said nothing and neither of us moved. He perused every inch of me in stoic silence. Uncomfortable, I squirmed slightly.
“Don’t move!” he thundered and I froze in place, dropping my eyes back down to the floor.
Mr. Legare walked up behind me, pressing his muscular frame against me, and it took all of my restraint to resist relaxing back against his broad chest. He placed his cool hand on my shoulder and slowly, purposefully trailed it down over my heaving breasts, down over my soft belly and then stopped just above the waist of my panties, the heat radiating from his fingers teasing me. I bit my lip to stifle a soft cry of desire as I steeled my legs to prevent my knees from buckling beneath me. Never had any man had so much power over me that the mere idea of him touching my body could make me so weak with longing.
“You did well, Mirabel. I’m very happy with your efforts today.”
His praise alone made my skin flush with a warm pride, making it
as pink as my bottom.
“Now I will reward your hard work.” He pushed his fingers under the lace panties and carefully opened my pussy, probing my mound gently. I closed my eyes and involuntarily bucked my hips forward to meet his touch. He wrapped his other arm around my waist, pulling me tightly against his frame while he continued to push his fingers inside my tight pussy. He dropped his hand from my waist and walked around me so I could see his striking face as he leaned into me and kissed me deeply while his fingers reached my sensitive bud.
I kissed him back with all of the feverish passion I had been holding back since I met him. Our tongues intimately discovered each other in a long, deep kiss. He pulled back and began to kiss small pecks down the nape of my neck, continuing down over my breasts, my stomach, all the way down to my pubic bone, adjusting himself so he was kneeling before me.
I held my breath while he pulled my panties down to the top of my thighs and buried his head between my legs as his tongue took the place of his fingers on my hard, throbbing clit. I moaned, loudly this time, unable to contain my excitement any longer.
I looked down and couldn’t believe my eyes as I watched him expertly pull me into his mouth. His tongue slid over me with a frantic hunger before rhythmically circling against my bud, sending jolts of electricity up through my belly and straight to my hard nipples.
The only sound in the entire office, hell, in the entire restaurant, was Mr. Legare alternating between gently sucking on my clit and quickly lapping up my juices. I tangled my hand in his hair, being pushed closer to the edge of my climax as I began insistently grinding against him. Bearing down on his face so the entire lower half was completely enveloped in my folds, my heart was beating wildly and my breathing, now erratic and raspy, echoed of the walls.
He grabbed my ass, pulling me down on his face even harder while he drew my clit into his mouth, relentlessly massaging it with his tongue. I gasped, my body freezing in place as the first pulse of pleasure attacked my nervous system. Quickly a second and more powerful ripple shot through me, making my back arch spastically with the overwhelming orgasm. My knees began to weaken and threatened to collapse from under me, but Mr. Legare held my hips steadily with his strong hands, effortlessly supporting my weight. He stood up, smugly satisfied with the results.
“I trust you feel you’ve been properly rewarded?” He had a glint in his eye as he asked.
I was still basking in the afterglow of my orgasm and simply answered, “Mmmhmmm.”
“Well then, I believe you can start your shift here tonight…”
The idea of being dismissed again was too much for me. I wanted more! I wanted his dick inside me. I wanted to run my hands over his body. I wanted the physical intimacy to match my growing emotional feelings for him.
“No!”
“Excuse me, Mirabel?” He appeared truly shocked by my petulant outburst.
“No, please don’t make me leave.” I began to sob, tears spilling down my cheeks and onto my breasts. “Please, sir, I want to be with you,” I whispered that last part, unable to look him in the eye as I confessed my desire.
He grabbed me forcefully by my arm and pulled me over to the couch. Quickly placing me over his knee, he struck my ass so hard I could swear his hand was made of wood.
“You are never to contradict me like that again, do you understand?” He slapped one cheek, then the other, then back to the first.
His paddling was quick and merciless, not like the spaced out, deliberate strikes he had rained upon me in the previous days. I moaned at the unexpected pain mixed with pleasure growing in my body. I wanted him to keep going, to slap me harder. He suddenly stopped and pulled me off his lap, leaving me on the floor on my knees as he stood up in front of me.
“Is this what you want?” He undid his pants, pulling his veiny girth out of his underwear in front of my mouth.
I licked my lips hungrily. “Yes, sir, it is.”
He placed his hand on the back of my head, pulling my face toward him, and my pussy flooded with desire as the musky smell of his sex overcame me. I breathed in the scent deeply and opened my mouth to accommodate his thick rod.
I had expected him to push himself deep into my mouth, but instead, he allowed me to determine how much of his dick I would take. I grabbed the base of the shaft with one hand as I sucked on the flanged head and allowed my saliva to seep down the sides, then pumped my hand up and down to lubricate its entirety. I took a couple more inches into my mouth, still pumping my hand and now my head in unison as I sucked my mouth tightly around his thick rod until my cheeks were sunken inward with the seal I had formed around him.
I heard him groan and his hand dropped from the back of my head. I concentrated on maintaining my rhythm, continuing to take a little more of him into my mouth with each bob of my head, and I was surprised when I began to gag a little, seeing as there was still so much left to take. His cock twitched in my mouth and I steeled myself for the hot load of cum that was on its way, but he stopped me, pulling out of my mouth completely in one swift movement that made a popping noise when he did so.
“I’m going to fuck you over my desk.”
It wasn’t a request and I was happy to comply. I stood up and hastily made my way over to his large walnut desk and bent over at the waist so the entire length of my torso was flattened against the hard top. He stood behind me and pushed just the edge of his cock into my pussy, then pushed himself into me in one swift motion, leaning his weight into his thrust. He leaned over me, grabbing my hands, holding them tightly behind my back.
“Oh God,” was all I could manage to sputter out as he fiercely pumped his dick into my wet mound.
I didn’t dare move. I wanted to please him the way he was pleasing me. His hips banged into my tender ass, shooting more pain mixed in with the pleasure through my body. His cock was buried deep inside my core and with my legs pressed together in front of him, I felt so tight against him that I had been uncertain he would fit at first. However, my body easily gave way to him as he pounded into me, pulling my hands tighter.
I was desperate for his cum to fill me up. The idea of his seed splashing into me drove me into a frenzy. I moaned as I got closer to another orgasm. He dropped my hands and roughly jerked my hair back so hard he lifted my head and breasts up from the desk, continuing to pull until my body was completely arched back into submission to him. His firm hand circled my throat, keeping my position locked under his control as he thrust himself deeper into my aching pussy. His grip on my throat tightened and he groaned a deep, guttural noise as his cock exploded cum inside me in a powerful wave. The feeling of being overfilled with his jizz while being fucked this way made my own body tense and shudder as another powerful orgasm ripped through, lighting up my every nerve. Every part of me submitted to him. My mind, body, and heart were all claimed by him.
“I love you.”
I didn’t mean to say it. I wished I could stuff the words back into my mouth as soon as they filled the air. His hand dropped down completely as he pulled out of me, spilling our mixed juices down my thighs.
He stepped back from me. Recoiled might be a more accurate description. “What did you say?”
“Nothing, I didn’t mean to say it. I’m sorry.” My cheeks burned up with embarrassment. I wanted to bury my face into my hands and disappear.
“Turn around.”
I did as he asked but couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze. I felt foolish and small for uttering those words, and even more foolish for feeling them.
“Is it true?”
I nodded, boring a hole into his carpet with my stare. He stepped toward me, cupping my chin tenderly in his hand, tugging it up so my eyes would meet his. “If that’s how you feel, my dear, I’m prepared to make an arrangement between us.”
My heart skipped a beat. An arrangement? I held my breath, waiting for him to explain.
“I don’t believe in the term boyfriend or girlfriend. If you want to be with me, you will be mine and mi
ne alone.”
I gasped in delight. I couldn’t believe my ears.
His hand clamped down hard on my chin. “That means I don’t want to see you flirting with other men, or see boys waiting for you at the end of your shifts. You will be only mine and if you can’t meet my expectations I will discontinue our arrangement. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
I couldn’t be happier. My mind wandered to a fanciful place where he would also grow to love me the way I loved him. He let go of my chin and walked over to his clothes, getting dressed quickly.
“Get your uniform on, Mirabel. You have your first shift in twenty minutes and I dare say you need to get tidied up first. And here.” He handed me multiple hundred dollar bills, neatly folded over.
I grasped the money, confused.
Without another word, he turned and left the room, leaving me naked with a fistful of cash in an office that smelled like sex. My mind was buzzing with unanswered questions about the details of this arrangement, but I didn’t have time to figure that out now. I had a shift to get ready for.
THE END
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Umasked Passion
Chapter 1 - Addison
“I don’t know. Do you think I should change?” I take in my Catwoman costume and am consumed by second thoughts. “This is pretty racy for me, and besides, I have the Darth Vader costume in the back seat. It probably won’t take me too long to get it on.”
My sister crinkles her nose in disgust and pulls onto the shoulder of the road with all the other cars. From the long line of vehicles parked here, it looks like there’s going to be a ton of people here. All the more reason to change, if you ask me. I don’t think I can do this. It’s so not me to wear something so revealing, so sexy.
“Isn’t the point to be racy? God, I thought you wanted to grow up and stop being such a mousy little nothing.” Susan rolls her Barbie blue eyes and then primps in the rearview mirror.
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