by Jenn Roseton
Seduced by the Boss 2: Spanking Miss Jones
By
Jenn Roseton
Seduced by the Boss 2: Spanking Miss Jones
Copyright © 2012 by Jenn Roseton
www.JennRoseton.com
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This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and events are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously.
WARNING:
Adult Reading Material Only: This is an erotic romance and contains a graphic sex scene. ONLY For Adults aged 18+
Jemma Jones sat at her desk and smiled. She had a lunch date with her boss, Adam Sinclair, in just a few minutes. She’d been dating Mr. Sexy Sinclair for the last two weeks, and the reality was far better than her daydreams had ever been.
She’d been working at Sinclair Consulting as his secretary for the last 18 months. Ever since she’d first met Adam, she’d been attracted to him, until one day she realized she’d actually fallen in love with her boss. It had been hard to conceal her feelings for him for all that time, especially since her love life had been pretty much in the doldrums, but everything had changed two weeks ago when Adam had invited her to lunch.
At first, Jemma had been worried she was going to get fired, but when Adam made it clear that his intentions were romantic, she’d found it hard to breathe. After all, she had boring light brown, shoulder length hair, brown eyes, and a girl-next-door face. It wasn’t as if she was a stunning blond with big breasts and a look-at-me personality.
But when Adam promised that if it didn’t work out between them and they couldn’t work together, he’d make sure she had at least the same level of employment elsewhere, she knew this was her chance to discover if dating her boss matched up to her fantasies.
It blew her fantasies out of the water.
They had returned to the office after that lunch date. Jemma’s pulse still raced when she thought about their first time together. Adam had completely, totally and utterly seduced her, and they’d had hot, passionate sex on the leather sofa in his office. Since then, they’d had “lunch” several more times, a few dinner dates and a couple of times Adam had even stayed over at her apartment. She had never felt so sexually fulfilled as she did now.
“Ready, Jemma?” Adam’s voice broke into her thoughts and she blushed slightly. Her tall, dark and attractive boss had materialized at her desk and as usual, just being near him made her stomach tingle. The combination of his age (early thirties), dark hair, ocean blue eyes and trim, muscular physique made her heart flutter every time she saw him.
“Yes.” She smiled at him and picked up her purse. “Where are we going?”
He stood so close to her that she could smell his scent; clean and fresh with a hint of spice. She swallowed, slightly surprised that after two weeks of intimacy, he still affected her senses this way.
Suddenly, the outer door opened and a man walked into the reception area. Jemma glanced over and then did a double-take. It couldn’t be. Tall with a slim, wiry build, auburn hair and - as he came closer - deep-green eyes. Her stomach flip-flopped painfully.
“Matt?” she whispered.
“Jemma!” The attractive stranger grinned. His emerald eyes swept over her appraisingly. “Looking as good as ever, I see.”
She swallowed to alleviate the dryness in her throat. “What - what are you doing here?”
“I came to introduce myself. I’ve just started a business consulting firm in the area, and thought it would be a good idea to put faces to names. I’ve heard a lot about Sinclair Consulting.” He suddenly seemed to notice Adam and held out his hand. “Hi, I’m Matt Carlton.”
“Adam Sinclair.” The two men shook hands, each sizing up the other. Although Matt was a couple of inches shorter than Adam, he still cut an impressive figure in his well-tailored suit.
Matt turned back to her. “What are you doing here, Jemma?”
“I work here.”
“How do you two know each other?” Jemma wondered if she’d imagined the slight edge in Adam’s tone.
“Jemma and I go way back, don’t we?” Matt’s gaze met hers and she bit the inside of her lip.
Adam looked at her inquiringly. “In college,” she explained.
“Ah. Well, it was nice to meet you, Matt, but Jemma and I have some business to take care of. We were just on our way out.”
“Sure.” Matt took the dismissal easily. His emerald gaze appraised her once more. “I can’t believe we’ve run into each other like this, Jemma. What’s it been - five years?”
“Something like that,” she agreed, faintly surprised that he even knew how long ago their break-up (or fizzle-out as she privately called it) had been.
“We must catch up.”
“Mm.”
He stared at her intently one last time, smiled, and left the office.
“Who is he, Jemma?” Adam demanded once the outer office door closed.
“An old college boyfriend.” She realized she had been twisting her fingers and made herself stop.
Adam cupped her face, forcing her to look at him and asked more gently, “What happened?”
“Nothing.” She tried to shrug. “He was in senior year and I was a junior. He got a great job offer a hundred miles away and said we could make our relationship work. But after graduation he got busier and busier and apparently didn’t even have time to text me, let alone email or call.” She tried to laugh. “We didn’t even officially break up. I just never heard from him again.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” He kissed her tenderly, wrapping his arms around her. Jemma relaxed in his embrace, giving herself up to the kiss.
Adam drew back from her slightly. “Do you still have feelings for him?” His tone was suddenly urgent.
“No.” She realized it was the truth. Since she’d fallen in love with Adam, she’d barely given Matt a second thought, or the way he’d broken her heart.
“Good. Let’s forget about him.” Adam kissed her again. “I’ve booked us a table at Zappoli’s. And then I have a surprise for you afterwards.”
Her face lit up. She loved surprises.
Adam slipped his arm around her waist as they walked to his car and she felt excitement race along her spine at his light touch. Jemma had lost count of how many orgasms she’d enjoyed over the last two weeks, but she still melted whenever he touched her, even if it was only casually.
She was definitely in love. And lust, she reminded herself with a smile, as she thought back to the passionate sex they’d shared two nights ago.
Jemma resolved to take Adam’s advice and forget all about Matt and the way he had suddenly popped back into her life. If she was truthful with herself, she found it hard to think about anyone else when she was with Adam, anyway.
They were halfway to the restaurant when Adam’s hand caressed her knee. A sensual thrill ran through her body and she shivered in pleasure.
“I’ve cleared my schedule for the rest of the afternoon.”
Jemma glanced at him, noticing the wicked grin playing around his mouth. “Oh?”
“I thought we could have the office to ourselves after lunch.”
The beginnings of a smile stole across Jemma’s face. She had a fairly good idea about what was going to happen this afternoon, and not for the first time appreciated the fact that Adam ran a successful solo business. “That sounds tempting.” There was a hint of teasing desire in her voice.
He glanced at her briefly, his eyes smoldering.
“I hope it will be.”
Jemma’s curiosity was aroused and her pussy quivered in anticipation. She wondered if she would be able to make it through lunch before finding out what her surprise was.
When they reached the restaurant, Adam held out her chair for her before sitting down at the table. She found it hard to take her eyes off him. He was every girl’s dream come true and sometimes she still found it hard to believe that she was dating (and enjoying delicious sex with) Mr. Sexy Sinclair.
Finally, Jemma dragged her gaze away and looked for a server. Her stomach had started to rumble embarrassingly and the menu was nowhere to be seen.
“I took the liberty of pre-ordering,” Adam said. “Did you realize that today is our two week anniversary?” He took her hand in his, stroking her palm with his thumb. Electric sparks raced along her arm.
“Yes,” Jemma replied, looking up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “But I didn’t think guys took much notice of things like that.”
“Then you’ve been dating the wrong guys,” Adam informed her with an irresistibly devastating grin. “I’ve ordered the same meal we had two weeks ago.”
Jemma felt her cheeks heat. “When you asked me out for the first time but I thought you were going to fire me.”
“I still can’t believe you thought that,” he chided her. He tantalizingly kissed the palm of her hand. “But I think I’ve made it up to you for giving you that wrong impression.”
Jemma smiled with sexual satisfaction as she thought about the past two weeks and felt her nipples tighten. “You certainly have…Mr. Sinclair.”
Adam inhaled sharply. “Hold that thought.” She looked at him, puzzled, and he chuckled. “I’ll explain it to you after lunch.”
They enjoyed their leisurely lunch; tortellini for Jemma and pasta primavera for Adam. The sexual tension increased each time their hands touched or they exchanged a flirtatious look or remark. After finishing her tiramisu and coffee, she didn’t think she could stand the anticipation any longer.
Adam looked at her, desire gleaming in his eyes. “Let’s go back to the office, Jemma. I think it’s time for your surprise.”
During the trip back to the office, Jemma could feel her panties start to dampen with her growing excitement. Since she’d started dating her boss she was certainly making up for her many, many months of sexual frustration. He was a generous and skilful lover and it seemed that every orgasm she experienced with him brought her to a higher peak of sexual satisfaction.
Jemma almost had to stop herself from racing through the door once they reached the office building. Instead, she told herself to be patient when Adam possessively clasped her hand and led her into his inner office. She knew from past experience that she would be rewarded for her patience very shortly.
Adam locked the door behind them. “So we won’t be disturbed if anyone makes an unscheduled visit,” he informed her smoothly. “Now come here, Miss Jemma Jones.”
Jemma willingly entered his arms, placing her hands on his broad shoulders, her fingers touching the fine fabric of his designer suit. Adam’s mouth covered hers with an increasing hunger that took her breath away. His tongue plundered her mouth and she pressed her body against his, desperate to be as close to him as possible.
He cupped her bottom, molding her to him. His large palms tantalizingly caressed her globes through the linen material of her pencil skirt. Jemma could feel his arousal pressing against her and rubbed herself against him, moisture gathering between her thighs.
She reluctantly tore her mouth away from his. “I want you, Adam,” she breathed, her hands stealing up to touch the lock of hair that curled slightly at the nape of his neck.
“Soon,” he promised raggedly, before his lips scorched her neck’s tender skin. “I want to give you your surprise first.”
Jemma had forgotten all about the surprise. She had been so consumed with need as soon as they had stepped into the office, that the only thing that had been on her mind was having delicious sex with Adam.
“What is it?” She ran her fingers down his back until they rested on his firm butt and ground herself suggestively against his arousal. “Are you sure you want to give it to me now?”
“Yes,” he replied more forcefully. “I want to give it to you now.” He stepped back from her and she reluctantly dropped her hands.
“What is it?” she asked again, curious about something that was interrupting their lovemaking.
A wicked smile tipped the corners of his mouth and his eyes sizzled with sexual intent. “Have you ever been spanked, Jemma?”
She stared at him for a second. Then understanding dawned in her eyes. “Oh! No,” she replied, slightly shocked.
“Would you like to be?”
Jemma hesitated. Why did Adam want to spank her? But her pussy tingled at the thought of Adam’s large hand slapping her ass and she realized that her pulse had started to beat erratically.
“Will it hurt?” she whispered.
Adam cupped her face in his hands. “You must know that I would never harm you, Jemma.”
She gazed at him, her heart in her eyes. “I know, Adam.”
Jemma wished she had the courage to tell him she was in love with him. Although they had only been dating for two weeks, this was the best relationship she had ever had, and it wasn’t just because of the amazing sex.
“Some couples include spanking as part of their sex life.” His eyes glowed with smoky desire. “I have to admit that I do enjoy it occasionally. It can be very satisfying. And I think it could be very pleasurable for both of us.”
Jemma nervously licked her lips. The thought of being spanked sexually had never crossed her mind. This truly was a ‘surprise‘.
“It would only be mild spanking, especially since this is your first time,” Adam said as she remained silent. “And I’ll give you a safe word to use. If you’re not enjoying it or you’ve reached your limit, all you have to do is call out the safe word and I’ll stop immediately.”
“What’s the safe word?” Jemma asked curiously.
“Leather.” Adam’s eyes gleamed wolfishly and Jemma felt her cheeks heat as she remembered that the first time they had sex was on the leather sofa right behind her.
She took a deep breath. “All right.” Her heart hammered in her ears. “I‘ll give it a try.”
Adam’s sensual smile sent her pulses racing. “There’s one other thing. I want you to call me Mr. Sinclair while I’m spanking you.”
Jemma’s eyes widened slightly. “O-kay.” She didn’t really know what else to say. Maybe Adam had a few fantasies of his own.
He kissed her firmly on the lips. “Remember, the safe word is leather.”
She nodded.
“What’s the safe word, Jemma?”
“Leather,” she replied, a little surprised at his authoritative tone.
“Good. Then we’ll begin.” Adam stared at her for a long moment, as if he was a starving man and she was his main course. “Miss Jones, take all your clothes off except your panties.”
Jemma’s fingers fumbled with the top button of her blouse. Desire started to pool in her lower body as Adam watched every movement, and her pussy quivered in excitement. She inhaled shakily, feeling moisture gather between her thighs.
Fingers trembling slightly with need, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Pushing it off her shoulders, she then reached her hands around in order to unzip her skirt. All the while, Adam’s hungry eyes were fastened on her and she couldn’t look away.
Jemma stepped out of her skirt and bent down to ease off her pumps. She maintained eye contact with him, her pussy now almost drenched with excitement.
Peeling off her thigh-highs, she then straightened slowly, her fingers unfastening the front clasp of her white satin bra, enjoying the way Adam looked at her, as if he could never get enough of this impromptu striptease. Gradually, she eased the bra off her shoulders, letting the lacy confection trail teasingly down her body until she gently tossed it ont
o the pile of clothes.
Jemma stood before him, clad only in her white satin panties. Adam’s eyes blazed with a sensual heat that made her tremble with desire.
“Very good, Miss Jones,” he said huskily. “Walk over to the desk and place your palms on the top.”
Jemma gazed at him for a moment, her spine tingling with excitement, then slowly walked to the mahogany desk and placed her palms on the desktop as instructed. Standing this way pushed her bottom out and she could feel her heartbeat increase as she waited for his next instruction.
“Spread your feet apart a little wider.” Adam’s smoky voice tickled the fine hairs at the nape of her neck as he came up behind her.
Jemma complied, sliding her right foot further away from her left. She could feel her ass sticking out and was tempted to wiggle it enticingly, but she didn’t quite dare. Her breathing hitched as she wondered what Adam was going to do now.
“Good.” It was almost a whisper in her ear and desire shivered along her spine. “First, I’m going to warm up your ass and then I’m going to rip off those panties and show you just how exciting a good spanking can be.” He paused, then added, “What’s the safe word, Jemma?”
“Leather,” she replied, surprised at how aroused she was already.
“Leather what?” Adam’s voice commanded.
She wracked her desire-fogged brain. “Leather…Mr. Sinclair,” she said, hoping that was the right answer.
“Correct.” She felt his breath on the back of her neck and then sensed that he had moved a few steps away from her.
Jemma tried not to squirm with needy impatience. There was silence for a few seconds and she tensed, expecting the first smack at any moment. At first she wasn’t sure if he’d touched her bottom because of the feather light caress. But then she felt his large hand moving in circles across her ass, first rubbing her left globe, and then her right. The satin fabric of her panties rubbed the flesh of her derriere with a mere whisper, the silky sensation against bare skin adding to her excitement.
Adam’s hand started moving across her ass more firmly until he was practically massaging each cheek in turn. Jemma moaned. She was so wet. Her legs started to tremble with anticipation.
