by Rose, Dahlia
“I feel three hundred times better,” he said. He closed the door that led to the outer office before crossing the room. “I think we should get started.”
“Exactly what are we doing, sir…I mean, Morgan? You’re being very evasive. By now I usually already have a small draft of whatever project you—”
He ended her words when he took her by the shoulders and pulled her to her feet. The tablet fell from her lap onto the plush carpet. She didn’t have time to even protest when his mouth descended and took hers in a blazing kiss. Holy shit, is this really happening! Daye eyes widened and that was her last thought before she succumbed to the expertise of his mouth on hers. She moaned and held on to his broad shoulders as he decimated her senses with his kiss. She opened her mouth willingly to his tongue. He took and tasted, with a low moan that reverberated through his chest. Morgan’s arms left her shoulders and pulled her closer to him, molding her hips against his. She could feel the obvious bulge in his pants. Unable to resist, she reached down and stroked his hardening cock beneath the rough material of his jeans. Morgan moaned in response before he pulled away.
Her breathing was harsh as she stared at him. She put her fingers against her mouth that still tingled from his kisses. “Is what’s happening actually happening or am I just at my desk sleeping? Because it felt like you kissed me and I felt a whole lot more.” She shook her head. “Does any of that make sense?”
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” Morgan pulled her back into his arms. “From the first time you walked through my door, efficient and knowing your stuff. Every answer was on point but there you stood in a business suit and your hair in pigtails. I wanted you from then on.”
“But why wait all these years/” Daye asked softly.
“Because as time went by you became my right arm here in the office,” Morgan explained. “While I wanted to lick your skin at the company softball game and when you wore those shorts and showed off those cocoa colored legs, I knew I could never replace you so it was best to keep my feelings secret. But trust me, most nights I go to bed and the image of your face wakes me up with a hard cock. Then something else formed. Feelings. I care for you more than you would know and I want to see where this could go.”
She laughed. “I still think I’m dreaming.”
Morgan pulled her close and kissed her hard. “Does this feel like a dream? I’ve always wanted to take you over my knee and spank you. I wanted to feel my hands against that smooth, sexy skin of yours.”
Daye lifted her gaze and looked at him. “Well, why don’t you?
She gave in to the want. Daye thought her fantasies were only hers. Who knew he felt the same way all this time? She watched his eyes darken with desire before he crossed the room in a few strides to his chair. Morgan sat and laced his fingers together, a move she had seen him do more than once when dealing with high powered men in the middle of negotiations. He was dominant and powerful. An excited thrill raced through her body, knowing she would be under his command.
“Take your clothes off and come to me,” Morgan ordered.
Excitement made her fingers tremble as she pulled the sweater off. Her pigtails slapped against her back when the sweater came over her head and she threw it to the floor. Daye unhooked the clasp of her bra and her breasts spilled free from the confining garment. His eyes never left hers while she shimmied out of her jeans and panties. She stood gloriously naked in front of him before he beckoned her over with a finger.
“You are magnificent.” His voice was husky as she stood before him. “I could just fuck you right here but first…”
“First what?” she whispered.
He pushed his chair away from the desk and patted his lap. “Time for a spanking. I think you have been a very naughty girl.”
Daye put her hand on her hip and raised her head a few inches. “How so, Mr. March?”
“Hmm, where have you been naughty? The attitude for one, the sharp tongue from earlier and a few others things from over the years.” He nodded. “Admit it, you have been very disobedient.”
“Yes, I have.” Daye felt her pussy moistened and coat the inside of her thighs.
“Then come get your punishment, sweetheart,” Morgan murmured.
“Will it hurt?” she asked, doubtfully biting her lip as she stepped forward.
“We’ll be done before it has a chance to and besides, I’ll kiss it and make it all better,” Morgan replied.
Daye bent over and he helped her across his knees. She heard a long groan and his hands caressed the skin of her ass. She trembled in delight, feeling his hands on her body finally.
Morgan groaned again. “Your skin is like whipped chocolate. Oh yes, I shouldn’t have waited this long to have you. Are you ready to be spanked?”
“Yes, Mr. March.”
She bit her lip against the cry of need that wanted to escape her lips when she felt him kiss the curve of her ass. His tongue licked the skin of her lower back before he sat straight up again. Anxiousness and excitement filled her, all he did was rub her derriere and she didn’t know when to expect the first sting. Then the first slap rested against her butt, the sound resonating in the silent room. Maybe it was the sound more than the sting but Daye couldn’t help but cry out in surprise.
“Sssh, sssh darling,” he crooned as he rubbed the stinging skin once again. “Did it hurt too much?”
She shook her head. “No, no. Do it again, Morgan.”
His voice was raw with desire. “You are so responsive. I knew you would be.”
His hand slapped her three times in quick succession and she cried out once more. She never knew that being spanked could fuel desire like this. She moaned and lifted her ass higher in the air. He obliged her with a good hard spanking that lasted for about a minute before she felt his cool lips against her stinging flesh.
“Oh, God, more!” Daye felt need building inside her. A fever that she couldn’t understand but reveled in. “What else are you going to do to me? I want it all.”
He spanked her again. She lost count of the repetitive slaps against her ass. She could feel his cock harden under her belly where she lay across his lap. With each slap of his open hand against her skin, she felt her senses heighten and the want inside her build. After each round of spanking, he soothed her. He crooned with pleasure at her response and whispered endearments in her ear. She had never experienced anything like this in her life. But from only one time Daye knew she was hooked and would gladly submit to her Mr. March.
He slapped her ass again before she felt his fingers play between the wet slit of her pussy. “So wet for me. Shall I touch you there, Daye?”
“Yes, put them inside me please,” she moaned.
“No.” He spanked her again, making her cry out. “Ask nicely, Daye.”
“Mr. March, will you please touch me there?” she gasped out. She couldn’t control the trembling of her body.
“You say my name so well,” Morgan said. “I have to admit, it excites me to watch my fingers slip inside you. I’m barely holding on to any control here.”
She was rewarded when his fingers delved between the thick lips of her pussy and he buried them inside her to the hilt. Daye moaned his name. She could do nothing more than to hold on to his leg while sensations of pleasure assaulted her body. He didn’t tease or temp her in this way but fucked with intensity using his fingers until she arched in delight and screamed as she came. She could feel the juice of her orgasm run down her thighs and her release only took a tiny edge off her want. He lifted her off his lap and with one swipe, his hand cleared a path in the papers on his desk. I’m going to have to help him make some kind of order out of that. The thought rushed through her head quickly before he sat her on her desk and lifted her legs over his shoulders. Morgan’s head descended to the mound of her pussy and from the time she felt his mouth on her snatch, her head went back in pleasure.
“Oh god, yes!”
She tried to find something to hold on to while he
pleasured her with his mouth.
Following his lead, she swiped the rest of his desk clean and leaned her back down against the cool mahogany. Daye moaned and whimpered, begged and pleaded as his tongue penetrated her and Morgan sucked on her clit. Her desire built again tenfold, hearing his primal groans from between her legs as he devoured her with zeal. She grabbed his head and writhed against him, grinding her pussy against his tongue until she came hard, shuddering in delight at the onslaught. Any fantasy she ever had was mild compared to this. Being with Morgan was like dripping in lava and praying to be cooled off.
Morgan stood and she watched as he quickly undressed. He leaned over her and kissed her hard. Daye could taste her come against on his lips and tongue while she could feel him probe the entrance of her pussy with his cock. He sank his cock to the hilt inside her and they both cried out in unison at the feeling of completion. It was amazing to feel something she had wanted for so long and it was wondrously perfect. He braced his hands on either side of her, taking his weight off her before he began to move. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and she could feel his thighs flex each time he thrust into her. She gasped with each slow penetration of her body, until she saw his control snap and driving need took over.
“Don’t stop, fuck me hard!” Daye encouraged.
She was rewarded with a low guttural moan before he lifted her legs closer to her stomach and pumped his cock inside her. Everything became a haze and pleasure made her body burn from the inside out.
“Oh yes, God, I’m going to come!”
Morgan’s body was taut above her, his neck arched and his eyes closed as if the sensations were too much to bear. She felt his cock throb and she reached down to cup his balls. Squeezing them sent him over the edge and with a harsh cry Morgan’s orgasm took hold. He grabbed her hands, suddenly pinning them over her head on the desk and fucked her until she came again. Her bones felt like liquid in the aftermath of his lovemaking. She didn’t protest when he slid to the floor next to his desk, taking her with him.
“Well, I would say that was a very productive meeting.” His deep voice was filled with humor. “I say we take a short break and get back to negotiations right after.”
Daye gave a soft laugh. “I can agree with that plan.”
They lay together, talking intimately. She didn’t care that it was in his office on the floor. They had created a cocoon from the outside world that existed beyond those doors.
* * * *
“Do you want me to touch you there, Daye?” he asked softly.
She was lying on the carpet while he sat next to her. It had started as a tickle fest and now the fun had turned to a different kind of play. His finger continued its manipulation of her clit and her hips rose to meet his fingers.
“Ah, ah, ah.” He shook his head when she nodded.
Daye knew what he wanted, for her to beg for her pleasure before she received it. She bit her lip, pushing the boundaries to see how long she could last under his subtle touch. She nodded but Morgan would not be denied. He slid his fingers lower between the folds of her pussy, circling the entrance of her snatch but retreating before fulfilling the ache between her legs. Daye lifted her hips, hoping it would help bring his finger inside her. But Morgan pulled away with a husky laugh, back to her clit.
“If you’re going to be bad, I might have to spank you again. All I want is for you to tell me what you want. Say it, Daye,” he encouraged.
She was not a woman accustomed to not being in control. His life, his schedule, the entire office ran with her hard work. It was easy for her to give over the reins to him. He was, after all, her boss and she loved how dominant he was. In their lovemaking he would always be giving, making sure her needs were met even if he had the control. She made a sound of frustration in her throat when he slipped his finger inside her for an instant before continuing to tease the sensitive flesh.
“I want your fingers inside me now!” Daye demanded.
“You don’t demand, baby—you ask.”
“Please Morgan, do it!” Her head thrashed back and forth on the floor as she moaned.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
While Morgan buried his finger into her pussy, he bent and took her tight nipple in his mouth, doubling the sensation that tugged at her core. She groaned when he slipped another finger inside her tight snatch. Her hips pumped against his hand and as he pushed deeper, Daye cried out in pleasure. Her hands clenched into the fibers of the carpet.
“Oh, don’t stop, Morgan. I’m going to come!”
“Yes baby, come for me. You like how that feels, don’t you?” She could hear the strain in his voice.
Her body began the delightful tremble that heralded her release. Her legs moved restlessly as she reached for her orgasm. When he found the spot buried inside her pussy and fucked her hard with his fingers at an upward tilt. Daye cried out and her body
shook as she came, her juice gushing against his hand. Her tiny moans of satisfaction filled the air. Morgan began to take his place over her body but with an agile flip, Daye had him on this back and grinned wickedly at his surprise.
“My turn. You didn’t think this night would end without me getting a taste of you, did you?” she asked.
Daye kissed her way down his body and her tongue slicked the length of his cock. She sucked on his tightening balls and heard him groan. His hands sank in her already tousled hair and followed the movements of her head while she took him in her mouth. He was long and thick. She loved how her mouth formed a tight ‘o’ around his cock. She took as much of him as she could between her lips, increasing her pace and the movement of her tongue. He moaned in earnest and she could feel his legs flex beneath her hands.
Morgan pulled her up suddenly and kissed her hard. Tasting her like he craved her lips like a drowning man craved that first sweet breath of air. He pulled her up his body and Daye lay in his arms while their tongues dueled for supremacy in a fierce kiss where there were no winners. Her body straddled his and in one smooth thrust, he filled her with his cock. She moaned at his thickness, and how deep he was like this. Her pussy
sheathed him like a velvet glove as they moved. His hands clenched the smooth cheeks of her ass, spreading them wide and took over by thrusting into her. She was on top and she rode him hard, matching his rhythm.
“Ah fuck!” he said harshly. “You feel so damn good.”
“Should I tease you, baby?” Daye asked and licked at his lips. “Make you crazy like you did to me?”
“You do and I might have to find some other way to take you to the edge.” Morgan’s voice was low and sexy in the quiet room.
“Something more than a spanking?” She gave him a wicked smile. “Promises, promises, Mr. March.”
“I never make promises I can’t keep,” he replied and groaned at her lithe movements. “Play now, sweetheart, and later it’s my turn.”
Daye slowed her movements on his cock. Taking him deep and undulating her hips against him. She moved her hips, taking him deeper then released him only to capture the length of his cock once more. Morgan arched his neck as she bit and nibbled on the sensitive skin from there to his collar bone. It empowered her to know that she affected him the exact way he did to her. Daye did her best to tease him, taking his turgid rod inch by torturous inch and pumping her hips onto his hard cock until they both cried out. Morgan raised his head to take her nipple into his mouth. She cried out in pleasure and offered up her breasts to him once more to be fondled and sucked greedily. Their harsh breathing filled the room and with a low growl she felt his hands capture her hips tightly. His hands pulled her to him, impaling her on his steel-hard cock. She screamed. He gave a primal cry until they both went over the edge into their orgasm together. The intensity of it left her gasping and panting. She laid her head against his chest. She could hear his heart pounding furiously.
On the floor amid the strewn papers and office knick knacks, they let their bodies cool and found their breath again. Daye k
new she could never look at that office again and not think of the night of pleasure that had occurred. She would remember it in blissful detail in the hopes that it would happen again—many, many times.
As they dressed, he looked over to her with a big grin and said, “Come home with me.”
Daye shook her head in refusal. “You don’t have to do that. I don’t expect anything more than this. I’m lucky to have you as my boss and my friend, Morgan. I don’t want to ruin that by you thinking I need more than you are willing to give.”
“For such a smart woman, Daye, you can be so blind.” He pulled her close, grabbed both her hands that worked at the snap of her jeans and brought them to his chest. “I expect more. As great as this was, I want the woman, too. Not just naked and panting, but to share dinners with, to have a conversation with late at night in bed and to wake up with every morning before work. Figure it out, lady—you’re the one that makes me happy. So I want you to expect it all from me because I, Morgan March, plan to give it all to you.”
“Yes sir, Mr. March.” She grinned up at him.
After all it was wrong to argue with the boss.
April’s Fool
April sat outside in between the flower bed in her back yard. It was after three in the afternoon and the sun’s warmth beat down on her skin. She was wearing a pair of cut off jeans and a spaghetti-strapped tank top. The weather was way too nice and she missed her warm weather clothing.
