Beg for It

“My list is getting longer,” Corinne says. “Keep testing me, Reese. See what happens.”


He knows what is going to happen. She will refuse him the sweetness of her pussy on his tongue, or she will tease his cock for an hour before she’ll let him enter her. She will have him kneel, naked, hands behind his back and forbidden to touch her or himself while she makes herself come and all he can do is watch. Corinne has dozens of ways to discipline him. Hundreds.

“Keep testing me,” she says again, the words an offer, a command, a promise, and a threat all wrapped up in a wicked smile. “See what happens.”


“I had two and a half glasses of wine. It wasn’t enough to impair me.”

“So you ordered me to come to your house after work and you put your hands and mouth on me, all without the influence of alcohol?” This time, she smacked the ruler hard enough beneath her hand to make a cracking sound.

“I don’t need to be drunk to want to fuck you.”

Her eyes narrowed; he hated himself for the way the words had come out, but something inside him pushed him to it. Years had passed in which he’d dreamed of saying all the things he’d wanted to tell her. Of closing the door that had stayed open through every other broken relationship.

“Oh, yes. I know.” Another crack of the ruler on her skin had him swallowing hard. Her gaze never left his. “That was not my question, Reese. I asked you if you thought it was appropriate. Considering that you are technically my boss. Do you think it was professional of you to invite me to your house after you’d been drinking?”

“No.”

“To touch me?” This time, she slid the wooden ruler through the half circle of her fingers; it made a whispering sound.

His fists clenched at his sides. “No.”

“No…what?”

“No, it wasn’t professional or appropriate.”

Corinne straightened. “No, it wasn’t professional or appropriate…what?”


“I love it when you call me Ma’am.” Corinne’s whisper tickles his ear as she nuzzles him. Her fingers are sliding over his chest and belly to cup his cock, still half-hard though only moments before he’d been exploding inside her.

He puts his hand over hers, reminding her without words that in the aftermath of their lovemaking, he’s sensitive. “You do? How come?”

“I don’t know. It’s kind of silly.”

He turns his face to find her mouth with his. She tastes of salt. Their kisses are lightweight and floating.

“I just know that I love it,” she tells him.

“Then I’ll always say it,” Reese replies. “As long as you want me to.”


“You didn’t have to come over,” he said in a low voice. “You didn’t have to let me touch you. Or kiss you.”

Corinne tilted her head, just so, and Reese held back a groan. She looked at him the way she’d used to. Assessing. Considering. Narrowed eyes and that small, smug smile. He couldn’t see them, but he knew her nipples were hard.

“Your pussy’s getting wet for me,” he managed to say, though every word snagged and ripped on his clenched teeth.

She drew in a breath, her eyes going heavy lidded for a second. “Oh, yes. Yes, Reese, I’m so wet for you right now, all I can think about, actually, is sliding up the hem of my skirt and having you lap it all up.”

He’d taken a step toward her before he could stop himself, but with one look she stopped him in his tracks. Another look would’ve sent him to his knees in front of her, right there with his cock busting out of his shorts, but Corinne held up a finger. The other hand let the ruler dangle.

“No,” she breathed. “No, you don’t deserve a single lick of this pussy. Not a single drop of my honey. Do you?”

“I’m not going to beg for it. I don’t do that anymore.”

A lift of her brow sent a surge of arousal burning through him. “I imagine you don’t have to. But you want to beg me. Don’t you?”

“This is not professional, Corinne. If you want to be judgmental about it, at least I asked you to come to my house. I didn’t…I didn’t corner you in the office…” It was hard to keep his voice from shuddering at the way she gave him another small head tilt. Her gaze swept him up and down.

“There’s a wet spot on the front of your shorts. Your poor cock. It must ache, it’s so hard.” She kept her voice low, but glanced behind him, over his shoulder, before latching eyes with him again. “You didn’t lock the door.”

“No.”

“Anyone could walk in. And what would they see? That thick, hard cock tenting the front of your shorts. So desperate to get inside my cunt that you’re already almost coming right there.” She curled her fingers upward and let the ruler fall against her palm.

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