by Alexa Blue
She’s already broken one of my rules by coming in late; now I need to make sure she hasn't broken any more.
I spin her chair around, and her gasps grow louder. From the way I have her panting, my girl is desperate for my touch.
"Put your hands behind the chair," I order, and she obliges.
I get down on my knees, bring my nose just inches away from her inner thighs and take in a deep whiff of her scent. Fuck, her scent alone has me oozing with cum.
“Fuck,” she whimpers when my hands reach for her inner thighs, and I spread her legs open for me. More of her soft, milky skin is revealed as I push her skirt up higher. And then I see it.
“You’re wearing panties,” I growl.
"I…" she breathes. “I’m sorry.”
I grab her panties and slowly pull them down her legs. Her panties are stuck to her pussy lips, seeped in her wetness, and it takes a little tug to get them loose.
Brushing my finger against her sweet little pussy has my cock bouncing with greed. After lowering her panties down to her knees, I take them in between my teeth. I slip the panties down her legs, bunching them up and pulling them to my nose.
“I thought I made myself clear,” I say after clearing my throat, “I’ll be keeping these as punishment, but from tomorrow there will be no panties.”
She nods her head.
“Do I make myself clear?” I growl
“Yes, sir,” she whimpers. Can a woman look any more beautiful than my princess sitting back in her chair with her brightened cheeks?
"Tomorrow, I won't be as forgiving. Come to work with panties tomorrow, and there will be real consequences.” Every fiber of my being wants to bend her over and claim her right here, but as badly as I want her—and I know she wants me too—she’s my queen, and I want our first time to be a memory neither one of us will ever forget. For now, her soaked panties will have to curb the craving consuming me.
A knock on my door catches my attention. My large hand swallows her crunched-up panties, and I swing my office door open. It’s Jackson.
“Sir, we need to talk,” he says in a soft voice.
Seeing his face has my temples throbbing. My breathing has grown heavy, and it feels as though I'm seconds away from personally escorting him out of the building.
“Jackson, get the fuck out!” I bark and slam the door closed again. Why the fuck must he always disturb me whenever I’m getting closer to Lana?
If he thinks he's going to pull the stunts he did when we were younger, he's got another think coming. One more disturbance from him, and I will see to it that will be his last day at MNP Engineering.
Chapter Five
Lana
Seeing how Declan treats Jackson makes me think he has some serious issues with the man. I’ve had some pretty lazy employees work under me in the past two years, but no more how lazy there are, I would never speak to them the way Declan speaks to Jackson.
It’s not just threats and cussing, but his entire body tenses up every time Jackson comes within a few feet of him.
Despite feeling sorry for the man, a part of me is just as annoyed at Jackson right now. Having Declan’s large fingers brush against my pussy has ignited something inside me I thought was dead. There's undeniable sexual energy between us, and it's weird because I had almost given up on the idea of ever having sex again.
Feeling the cool air from the aircon blow up against the wetness between my legs is invigorating, freeing almost.
I’m contemplating wearing panties tomorrow, just to see what type of ‘punishment’ he’d have in store for me.
God, what is happening to me?
Declan carries his large, sexy frame back to his desk. I see him taking in sharp breaths to try and calm himself.
“What do you have against Jackson? I know you’re a bit of a hard-ass boss, but he seems to get it worse than anyone else."
The question unexpectedly slips out of my lips and, judging from the look on his face, I'm already regretting asking it.
“He annoys me,” Declan responds curtly. “Anyway, I leave the office at 3:00 every Wednesday, which means you get to go home early every Wednesday as well.”
My brows furrow. “Are you… meeting someone?”
Declan chuckles. This could be the first time I’ve seen a smile on his face. He leans his body across the desk and rests his lips a mere inch away from mine. I feel the warmth of his breath on my shaking lips as he speaks. "You don't need to worry about a thing, darlin’. There's no one other than you."
He leans closer, grabs my chin, and pulls me into him. His eyes stare intensely into the deepest depth of my soul.
He gazes into my eyes for the longest moment before speaking. “There won’t be anyone else. Ever. I know my destiny when I see it.”
God, I have no idea what I look like right now, but I’m sure if I had to look in a mirror, I’d see my cheeks burning a bright red. His lips are so close to mine that I can almost taste them.
Would it be too much if I moved in closer and grabbed a taste of what I’m so desperately craving?
Declan extends his tongue and provides his lips the moisture they crave before slowly retreating back into his chair.
“It’s almost three, and about time I leave,” he says, glancing at his wristwatch. “You should leave too.”
Why the hell doesn’t he want to tell me where he’s off to?
More importantly, why am I so interested in where he’s going? Am I jealous at the thought that he may be going out to meet other women?
I pack my laptop into my laptop bag and watch as he slips his coat over his massive frame. That suit must have been tailor-made for him because it fits him like a glove. We both walk out, and as I'm about to open the door, I feel a stinging sensation on my ass.
My boss just slapped my ass!
If it were anyone else, I would turn around and slap a man that tries pulling stunts like that with me, but not with Declan.
God, all I can think about is how I crave more of his hand on my ass.
I wave him off and watch as he leaves for the parking lot in the basement. Once my boss is out of sight, I reach for my phone and dial Jude.
“Jude, where are you? I need you urgently,” I breathe as I run down the passage and bash against the elevator buttons to take me to the ground floor.
"I'm out front, ma'am," he tells me.
“Good. Get the car started. I’m on my way,” I say and hang up.
Declan may not want to tell me where's he's going, but that doesn't mean I cannot find out on my own. I run into the black limousine and see Declan driving out the building in a Silver BMW. "Jude, I need you to follow that car."
My driver’s eyes grow large as if I had to made the most ridiculous request. “Ma’am, that’s Mr. Kennedy's car.”
“I know. Follow it,” I snap.
“He won’t be impressed with us if he knew we were following him.”
I let out a sigh. God, why must I be stuck in this little town with no other way of getting around? "I understand that, but this will remain between you and me."
Jude still looks uneasy, so I provide him further motivation. “You know, earlier in his office, Declan told me that you would take me anywhere I’d like to go. I wonder what he would think if he were to know you refused to drive me around.”
That was all the convincing Jude needed, and the limousine drove forward. I hate resorting to turning into a bitch, but these are desperate times.
Being in a long, black, flashy limousine makes tailgating Declan that much harder, but we manage to follow him without being seen.
After following him for ten minutes, Declan pulls up in what looks like the parking lot of a large warehouse. "Please wait for me here. If you drive any further, he'll see you." I quite like Jude, and I’d hate for him to lose his job over me insisting we follow his boss.
I walk two blocks towards the warehouse-looking-building and see Declan walking into the building with some sort of white fabric
in his hands. When I get closer to the building, I see the words "Eff Em,” painted with red paint in a large font outside the building.
Declan, what the hell are you up to?
This building is almost cut off from the rest of the town. I can imagine the only way you’d discover this place is if you were lost and the battery of the GPS in your car died.
“Hiyaaa!” I hear shouting from inside the building, raising the hairs on the back of my neck.
I creep into the parking lot and discover a side entrance with steps on the side of the building that lead to the second floor of the warehouse. The metal steps remind me of the outdoor steps you'd find on the side of budget New York apartment buildings.
With my heels in my hands, I climb up each step and slowly push the door open once reaching the top. The second floor is small, and I can’t imagine what function it would serve, other than being a viewing deck onto the first floor.
“What the fuck?” I whisper to myself.
Declan is no longer dressed in his expensive suit and is instead wearing white karate pants and a top, with a black belt tied around his waist.
In front of him are several kids mimicking his every move. Some wear yellow belts, others wear purple. One kid even has a brown belt. What's interesting is that there are kids of different ages, sizes, and races.
I crawl down on my knees, taking in the fact that my boss is a freaking karate instructor.
Why would someone that owns a company as large as MNT Engineering work as a part-time karate instructor? And who on earth decided the name ‘Eff Em’ was appropriate?
I sit back and watch my boss instruct the group of kids. Despite this being a karate class, there's something different about Declan, and it's not just the dominant veins that run up his sexy toes or the fact that he no longer exudes wealth. That down here is no longer the powerful, rich man I see at work, but rather an everyday man helping teach kids.
There’s a certain warmth in Declan’s eyes, and I am certain this is a side not many people have seen to him.
Every now and then he stops and helps a few kids with their form before running back to the front and continuing with the class.
I watch the entire session, mesmerized by my sexy boss being so good around kids.
Hell, and the man can pack a power kick, one that would make Jean Claude Van Damme stop and take notice.
At 4:30, the class comes to an end, and he has everyone sit in a circle around him.
"Well done, guys. Don't forget to be on time next week… I'm talking to you, Stephen,” he says, glaring at a kid that looks about fifteen years old. This must be where he gets his need for everyone to be on time.
"You guys go out there and make this a good week. Remember, bullies only exist because we allow them to. John, Christian, and Tyler, I'm giving you guys a lift home. The rest of you, I'll see you next week."
Who would have thought that behind his large, bulky frame is this big softie? I’ve thought my new boss is a sexual beast since I stepped into his office, but seeing this side to him has my insides tingling even more with desire. Now that I've seen there's substance behind him, and he's not just all about dishing out orders, I really crave my new boss.
Excited voices fill up the warehouse, and I realize I've overstayed my welcome. If I don't leave now, there's a big chance that Declan will walk out and find me snooping. Both Jude and I would get into major shit.
I run out of the warehouse with my heels still in hand, like a bride having second thoughts.
Jude hasn't moved an inch where I left him. I run up to him, thank him for waiting for him, and he takes me home.
Who would have thought that, behind all that bad-boy ink and muscle he’s covered in, Declan has such a huge heart, and that he cares for people?
I doubt he charges the kids for his time. A man as rich as Declan wouldn’t need the extra money.
Mr. Kennedy, if you didn’t have me whipped already, you officially have my heart.
Chapter Six
Declan
I’m glad to see Lana is finally obeying my instructions. She arrived thirty minutes early to work this morning.
But there is one more instruction I need to make sure she followed. She better not be wearing any panties today.
If she is, they will be coming off, and I'll just keep adding them to my collection at home.
I wouldn't admit this to Lana, but I slept with her panties scrunched up in my hand last night, just so that I could feel close to her.
Today, I don’t have any meetings, put on my out of office, and I have the day free. But that doesn't mean I don't plan on doing any work. Hell, just one look at Lana and I already know this is going to be a long and hard day at work. I’m going to work harder than I have ever worked in my life.
My cock is already bulging inside my pants as Lana folds her legs and gives me that flirtatious smile. The door to my office is closed, and from the thigh she has on display, it looks as if she has followed my instruction.
“Today, we’re going to really test your skills. You think you’re ready for it?” I growl seductively.
She tempts me further by nibbling seductively on her lower lip. I'm not sure what it is, but there's a look in her eye, a look I haven't seen before. It's filled with passion, desire, want.
She whimpers, “Never been more ready in my life, sir.” I stand to my feet, but she holds out her hand, stopping me. “Before we get to work, I have one more question.”
I gaze at her expectantly.
“What’s Eff Em?”
I nearly fall back down into my seat. Where on earth did she even hear about that?
“How do you know about Eff Em?” I ask, my eyes narrowing in on her.
She swallows hard and takes a few moments to consider her response. “Well, you refused to tell me where you were going last night, so I had to find out for myself. I followed you.”
A part of me is pissed that she followed me. Another part is fucking thrilled.
I stare intensely into her eyes, contemplating my response. Fuck it. I might as well fill her in.
“You asked me why I dislike Jackson so much?”
"Aha!" She beams as if I'm about to hit her with the revelation of the century.
“I was bullied throughout high school. I was the skinny kid with large framed glasses that never played sports, and the bigger guys took advantage of that. It started off with them stealing my lunch and smacking me over the head. Soon, it escalated and even got to the point where one of my teachers decided to join in and thought it was okay to touch me. I tried telling my dad, but, well… fuck him.” I stop talking to take in a few sharp breaths. God, even the thought of Mr. Nicholson running his fucking filthy hands on me has me wanting to commit murder.
“I… I’m so sorr—”
“Wait.” I cut her off. “Jackson was one of the kids that bullied me. He asked me for a job because he has a wife and a baby at home that would go hungry without the job, so I gave it to him. But that doesn’t mean I trust him one bit. Since high school, I bulked up, learned to defend myself, and I stopped taking shit from anyone. Eff Em is something that I started for kids that are bullied in school. It teaches them discipline so they can succeed in this fucked up world we live in. Most importantly, it teaches them to stand up for themselves.”
By the time I’m done talking, I’m out of breath and wonder how on earth I just confessed so much of my life to a woman I’ve known for all of four days.
She sits back in her seat, and all she can say is, “Wow!”
Eff Em is something few people know about. After I took up karate, I went on to become a sensei and now dedicate my free time to help other kids that went through the same shit as I did.
“Stand,” I tell Lana. From my tone and the devilish look in my eye, she must know I’m serious.
I sit back in my chair and follow her eyes as they move down my chest, down my abs, finally resting on my belt buckle. I slowly lift the buckle and open the top but
ton of my pants.
She bites on her lower lip, her gaze fixed on my crotch area as she patiently waits for me to whip it out.
"Lift your skirt for me," I say. Lana slowly crunches up her skirt in a bunch until her perfectly manicured patch of happiness is on display for me. She’s as fucking horny as I am, and her juices glisten under the light of my office. Shyly, she flicks her skirt back down, covering her sweet pussy.
I raise my index finger and motion for her to come closer. A devilish grin forms on her lips as she walks around my desk and approaches me. She can see the outline of my cock pressing against my pants, and I know she wants nothing more than to pull it out and experience it first-hand.
