“Oh.” She sits up taller like she just squeezed her ass. She’s adorably aroused, and I’m already desperate to satisfy her, my wolf starting to run the show.
I lean down to murmur the next order right against the shell of her ear. “Go and get it from my desk drawer.”
When I step back, she slides off the desk and wobbles to the other side of the desk to open my drawer. Her hand trembles a little when she hands it to me, but I read far more excitement than nerves in her.
“Come back over here.” I tap the surface of the desk. She toddles back, and I push her face down over it. I take my time sliding the smooth red fabric of the dress up her legs. “Beautiful girl,” I murmur, admiring the shape of her legs, the curve of her ass.
She’s in one of her G-strings-the one I already acquainted myself with this morning. I peel it off her, kissing down the back of one leg when I squat to detangle it from her ankles.
I make a detour on my way back up to grip both her thighs and spread them open, so I can lick her sweet pussy. It’s an activity I haven’t had nearly enough time to indulge in and will never tire of. I work her soft folds until she’s moaning, inner thighs quivering, and then I stand.
She lets out a whimper of disappointment.
“Did you think I was going to let you come, Madi-girl? I’m not.”
She whirls to look over her shoulder, her silky bob swishing at the sharp action.
“This is punishment, little girl.”
“Not listening.” The warble in her voice tells me she’s hanging on every word.
I take my time picking up the ruler with one hand as I stroke a circle around her ass with the other. “Ready for your spanking?”
“Does anyone ever say yes to that?” Sassy, as always.
I slap the ruler against one of her cheeks, and she gives a little yelp. “The correct answer is yes, sir.” I slap the other cheek. “But to answer your question, I wouldn’t know. I told you before, you’re the only assistant I’ve had in this particular position.”
“I better be,” she mutters.
I deliver another spank to each of her cheeks. She gasps and tightens her ass. “Let’s try this again.” Two more slaps. The ruler leaves delightful red stripes on her cheeks that satisfy my wolf. I’m leaving a mark on her-just not the permanent one he wants me to. “Are you ready for your spanking?”
“Yes, sir.” She lets out the words with a light gust of laughter. “And also-ow.”
I stop and rub the stripes. “Too much?”
“No.” Her answer has that soft quality she takes on when she’s telling some truth about herself she wasn’t sure she wanted to reveal. I’ve come to love this particular sound from her. Especially because I don’t hear it that often.
I decide perhaps the ruler is too much, though. Madison loves sexual dominance, but I don’t think she’s a pain slut. I use my hand instead, delivering a flurry of spanks that make her gasp and jerk. When I’ve turned her ass pink, I stop and rub again.
“That’s for wearing this dress to a work function. I’m going to be gritting my teeth all night over the fact that men you work with are seeing you in it.”
“You’re the only man I work with,” she reminds me, which gives me a small measure of satisfaction.
I trail my finger along the cleft of her ass until my fingertip comes in contact with the little pucker of her back hole. “I still haven’t taken you here.” I circle it lightly.
She squeezes it closed. “I-I don’t think tonight’s, um, the right night-“
My laugh interrupts her. I kick her feet wider. “Agreed. The office doesn’t seem like the right place. Which brings me to my next complaint.” I give her pussy a light spank, and she gasps. “I need you naked. And in a bed.”
I spank her pussy again, and she shivers. I deliver a series of short, light spanks to her clit, my fingers meeting wetness with each slap.
She doesn’t offer me a response. No refusal, but no acceptance, either.
I unbutton my trousers and free my Washington Monument-sized erection. “And that’s why you don’t get to come tonight.”
“What?” She tries to straighten, but I hold her down.
“You heard me.” I drag the head of my cock through her juices. “I’m not satisfied with your performance, Madison. I’m docking your pay.” I ease in.
A frustrated laugh tumbles from her lips. “Are you paying me in orgasms?”
“Not tonight.” I feed every inch into her tight channel, then ease back and press forward again.
“Brick!”
I chuckle at her shocked protest because she doesn’t use my first name often. It’s sweet to hear it now. When I start to move inside her my eyes roll back in my head at the relief. The ecstasy. This is exactly where I need to be. Right now. Every day. Every moment of every day. This is the only time I get a break from the constant pressure my wolf applies.
I take my time, savoring every stroke. Closing my eyes and breathing in her Frankincense and orange scent. I register every sensation acutely. The sound of her panting breaths. The squeeze of her internal muscles around my dick. The slide of her body across my desk.
Soon the sensations overwhelm me. It’s too much. I can’t wait any longer. I wrap an arm around her waist, so I don’t bruise her hips against the wood and buck hard against her soft ass, thrusting deep.
“Don’t come, Madison,” I warn as I pick up the tempo.
“I will.”
My beautiful, disobedient assistant. She rests on her forearms, her hair swinging forward and back with each brutal thrust.
“Madison.” I use my stern boss voice. Heat flushes every inch of my skin. My quads tighten and jerk. Balls draw up. “Do. Not. Come.”
“Or what?” She wants a consequence.
I adlib, trying to think of something she might care about. “Or I won’t let you go to the holiday party.”
I hear her scoff of injustice, and I know I picked the right threat. She whimpers and lowers her head to the desk, holding very still, like she’s forcing herself not to enjoy it.
I smile, thrusting hard, on the verge of reaching completion.
My wolf tries to hold me back, pissed that I’m not satisfying the female he believes is our mate. It takes me another moment to work through that block, but when I come, it’s incredible. Fireworks explode outside the window. Or maybe just in my mind. Alpha power pours from me into her, like my wolf is trying to anoint her with my essence. Mark her as mine in a different way.
She whimpers again, like she’s in pain.
I don’t feel like gloating or reminding her that this is how I will feel all night with her walking around in that dress.
No, I simply can’t take it. Her pain is mine.
“Good girl.” I reach around the front of her hips and find her clit. I touch it very lightly. “You can come now, beautiful.” I breathe the words against her ear.
She whimpers one more time and squirms, seeking release. I increase the pressure on her clit, making a tiny circle around it, and she comes-hard. Her muscles squeeze my cock and wring a second mini-orgasm out of me.
I stay buried inside her for a few moments, and she collapses over the desk, her cheek pressed against the polished wood.
“You are magnificent.” I stroke the hair back from her face.
She lets out a laugh. “I think you did all the work there, Big Bad.”
I ease out of her and clean her with some tissues.
She turns and rests her hands on my chest. “But it’s nice to earn some rare praise from the boss.”
I lower my head and kiss her, feeling better now that I’ve marked her with my essence. Like I might be able to function tonight at the party.
Her stomach growls, and I jerk away. “You’re hungry.”
“How did you even hear that? I only felt it.” She stoops to pick up her panties. “There will be food at the party. Are you going to let me go now?”
“You’re going with me.”
“Mmm hmm. Got that memo. Can we go soon?”
I move to put on the tuxedo. She pulls on her panties then leans against the desk to watch me change.
“Do you think Jerry knows I’m screwing the boss?”
I want to lie to her, only because I don’t want her to feel any shame. But I’m not a liar. And with her brains, she just needs the facts of a situation to figure some angle with it. She should have been an attorney.
I meet her gaze across the room with a rueful twist of my lips. “Probably.”
The real answer is definitely. Jerry is a shifter. He smells everything that goes on in this office. He empties our trash. He has shifter hearing, and he’s outside the door cleaning right now. He probably heard her ask the question.
She nods.
“Do you mind?”
She turns away from me, so I can’t read her face. “Eh. It is what it is, I guess.” She walks to the door. “I need to power down my laptop.”
I button up my crisp white tuxedo shirt trying to identify the sense of dissatisfaction that’s still around despite assuaging my wolf’s appetite for Madison a moment ago.
It seems the sex is no longer enough for me.
I want all of Madison. I want to know what’s going on in her head. More than that, I want her to share it with me, to confide, to show me her real feelings. This habit she has of buttoning it all up is getting under my skin.
Outside my door, I hear her ask Jerry if he’s going to the party. I bare my teeth, a wolf-snarl rising up in my throat at the mere fact she’s talking to another male.
In that dress.
A male who is absolutely no threat.
Even so, I barrel out my door and cast Jerry a dark look, which he immediately heeds by moving swiftly away from behind Madison’s desk.
Why in the fuck was he so close to her, anyway?
I stalk over and take Madison’s hand, the seething not abating until I have her safely in the elevator.
Fuck me. I will not survive this night.
* * *
Madison
I swear Blackthroat was jealous of me talking to the janitor back at the office. He got grumpy and barely said a word on the ride over to the hotel. The horrible weather matches his dark mood. It’s snowing that heavy, wet precipitate that makes him keep the windshield wipers at full speed.
The idea that Brick Blackthroat might feel threatened by a sixty-year-old janitor is so ludicrous, it’s laughable. I guess he really does feel territorial of me when I wear this dress. I wish that didn’t satisfy me so much. I wish I wasn’t rapidly falling for this man. Because I could definitely get used to this. The more time I spend with Brick, the more time I want to spend with him, which is a problem. Because I am terrified of falling off the cliff. I don’t want to end up like my mom-in love with some rich guy who is just sowing his wild oats before he settles down with some socialite who fits the family pedigree.
Blackthroat uses valet parking, and it seems we’re right on time. The ballroom Moon Co rented is rapidly filling, with festive employees dressed in gowns and tuxes streaming in. The banquet hall is tastefully decorated, and a string quartet plays pop tunes in one corner. That was Genevieve’s idea. I guess she’s a
Bridgerton fan or something. I personally think it’s a touch stuffy, but what do I know? I’m not from the same social sphere as most of these people.
A waiter walks by with a tray of canapes, and Blackthroat summons him over then indicates it’s for me. I pick one and pop it in my mouth.
“Hold up,” Blackthroat demands as the waiter starts to move away. “She’s hungry.”
“Oh.” I let out an embarrassed laugh and scoop two more hors d’oeuvres off the tray. “It’s true, I am. Thanks.”
I spot various members of the executive team looking as at-home and devastatingly handsome in their tuxedos as they did at the last ball, only this time they each have a gorgeous woman on their arm.
“I want you to stay by my side tonight,” Blackthroat declares after I knock his hand away from the small of my back. “I will need that memory of yours.”
It’s bullshit, and we both know it. “This is not a working event. I should be allowed to enjoy the party, same as any other employee.”
“Nice try, Windows. I already told you that you’re my representative here. Which means I need you by my side.”
He really is jealous of other men seeing me in this dress. It’s confirmed when I sign hello to Noah across the room, and Blackthroat actually shakes his head at him to warn him from coming over. He tries to put his hand on my back again.
I sidestep away. “What if I want to dance?” I don’t. Dancing isn’t my forte. I’m just messing with him.
“You’ll dance with me.”
“Not happening.”
“Madison.”
My nipples bead up because he’s using his stern reprimand-y voice. “Yes?” I keep my tone cool, even though I’m giggling inside.
“You’ll stay by my side, or I will toss you over my fucking shoulder and spank your ass as I carry you out.”
My knees buckle and panties dampen. Somehow, Brick senses it and places a steadying hand at my elbow. His nostrils flare like he’s breathing in my scent.
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