"No, before."
What am I doing? Seriously I am giving my golden ticket away. I am just so bad at this. This is why I can't play board games. Anytime I have an advantage I get too excited and ruin it for myself.
His eyelids lower in confusion but then widen at the realization of what I am saying.
"The women's bathroom you mean, right, Ms. Drake?"
I shake my head, "No the men's. The women's restroom was being cleaned so I had to use the men's. You know the one where you wanted me to take all of your cock."
He coughs and turns his head away staring at the plant in the corner.
Chapter 18 - THE Confrontation ...
It's been a full minute of complete silence. Mr. Payne just glares at that stupid plant. Okay, that plant isn't stupid; in fact I don't even think it has a brain. I'm just taking my anger out on the shrubbery and it has been through enough lately. Finally he turns to look at me.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Drake. That should never have happened."
I push my hands into the air and start blinking again. Perhaps I have a nervous tic.
"That's it? Just sorry. No explanation, no anything at all?"
He brings the heels of his hands to his eyes and rubs.
"What do you want me to say?"
I stand and walk over to him. Henrik turns his chair toward me and starts to get up but I push him back down. My finger digs into his chest as I get in his face.
"That you want me. That you need to break up with your girlfriend or whatever she is to you. I want you to stop fucking with me."
His eyes darken as he grips my finger firmly and yanks. I lose my balance and land on his legs. He pushes me down so I am lying across his lap, my ass in the air. His hands make quick work of my situation as he hitches up my skirt.
Henrik groans as his fingers spread across my ass and grope. I push back, not because I want to get up but because I want more.
"Yes I want you, Morgana. No I don't need to break up with anyone since I am not in a steady relationship. As for fucking you well ..." His voice trails off but is replaced with the sound of skin being slapped and I feel the sharp burn that accompanies it.
I have never been spanked before. It doesn't hurt like I thought it might, just stings ever so slightly but after there is a rush of pleasure that spreads over me. I whimper and start to grind into his legs.
"You like that my dirty girl. You want more don't you?"
"Yes." My voice is husky as I strain to get the word out.
Another slap to my other ass cheek comes and after he rubs it with his hand. A few more before I start to moan. His fingers skim to the edge of the lace and curve down under until he is pushing them inside me.
"Fucking Christ Morgana, you are so wet."
I start to gyrate again before he removes his fingers. After a moment he shifts to reach his other hand under my panties and deep inside my sex. As fast as they plunge inside the fingers are gone and I wonder what he is doing. Does he want to finger me or not and if so with what hand?
My question is quickly answered with his dripping fingers sliding across my lips and easing into my mouth. This is also something new to me, tasting myself. Books always describe it as sweet, but it's not. It's spicy and a bit salty but I am utterly aroused sucking on them.
"Taste how stunning you are."
I swirl my tongue around his fingers and moan my response. The fingers muffle my cries as he spanks me again and again and again. The slight burn is starting to increase to a raw ache even as his hands glide over my ass to soothe it.
"Get up."
Henrik drops his fingers from my mouth following his order. I rise to my feet and watch as he places the glistening fingers into his mouth. As his eyes travel up my body his other hand grips the large swelling between his thighs and starts to stroke.
"So are you just going to sit there and come in your pants or what?" I put my hands on my hips irritated yet immensely turned on by his posture.
Narrowing his gaze Henrik stops what he is doing and stands. He grabs my hips with force, spins me around and pins my legs to the desk. His hand creeps around my body and curls about my neck and jaw forcing my head back.
So, this is how I die. I knew my mouth would get me killed one day and this is it. My boss strangling me at his desk. Well, at least I am not alone with cats eating away at my dead body for survival like I envisioned.
"You and that smart mouth of yours, Ms. Drake." His tongue slips around my ear and down my neck causing my nipples to go on high alert.
"So is that your thing, Mr. Payne? A dirty girl with a smart mouth?"
Why can't I stop? "For the love of god, Morgana, you are just asking to die now," my Brain pipes up.
"A little too late, Brain. By the way where have you been? I have been floundering without you."