“Exactly,” he growls, and I jump as his hand comes down hard on my ass. Oh my god, he just spanked me.“You’re fucking mine. This perfect, sinful body is mine. Mine to touch and mine to fuck and mine to see.”
I nod into the mattress, his words casting a hazy spell over me. Anticipation winds me up tight.
“Only. Mine. Savannah.” Every word is punctuated by another slap of his hand, my ass burning with each strike.
The pain is sharp and hot, but I don’t shy away from it. It drives my need higher, making me feel just as crazy as he says I make him.
“You might be dressed like an angel, but you’re a very bad girl,” Sean tells me, squeezing the sore part of my ass as I moan. “Bad girls get punished, sweetness.”
“Please,” I beg, feeling my arousal soak my thong.
Sean chuckles, and his finger is pressed against my center, swiping through the wetness there. “Three more, angel,” he says. “Count every one for me like a good girl.”
“One,” I gasp as he spanks me, delicious pain blooming. My hips buck, searching for friction as my pussy pulses with desperation.
“Do you know what I’ll do if anyone else sees you dressed like this?” His voice is close to my ear, warm breath tickling my skin. “If anyone sets eyes on this gorgeous fucking body?” He spanks me again, and I gasp out as I try to concentrate on his words. “I’ll fucking blind them, sweetness.”
“Three!” I whimper, dizzy from his words and his touch. “Sean…”
“Nobody gets to look at you but me. Do you understand me?”
“Yes!” I shout as he cups me possessively, pressing his fingers against my swollen clit. I grind down on him as best I can in my position, searching for relief.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” he groans as I wriggle in his lap, feeling the long, hard proof of just what I do to him against my thigh. “Fuck, I need to have you. Need to have my come dripping out of this sweet pussy so you don’t forget who you belong to all night.”
I’m pretty sure I’m begging him for it now, but my words come out all garbled and wobbly. I’m putty in his hands as he shifts us so I’m on my knees on the mattress instead of his lap. I hear him shove his jeans down, but I can’t see anything from my position.
It only makes my arousal grow stronger, and by the time his hands are on my hips again, I’m whimpering. He doesn’t tease anymore. No, he thrusts the full length of his cock into me in one swift motion, ripping a strangled cry from my throat. Immediately, my body reacts to him, pleasure racing through me. It’s easier to take him than it was at first, but the size of him still steals the breath from my lungs in the best way.
“That’s it, sweetness. Come around my cock like a good girl,” Sean growls, and I’m helpless to do anything but what he wants. His brutal thrusts send me flying over the edge, bliss overwhelming me. Sean curses, pushing deep as he comes, hot spurts of his release filling me.
It takes a long time for me to come back down to earth, my ass stinging and Sean still buried inside me. My thighs are damp from both my orgasm and his, and I’m pretty sure my makeup is ruined.
“We’re going to be late.” I giggle as Sean nips at my shoulder playfully.
“Worth it,” he answers easily, and I laugh, craning my head to kiss him.
13
SEAN
Ican tell Savannah is nervous by the way she’s fiddling with her skirt—a longer one than she had on before that hits her mid-thigh rather than showing off the curve of her ass—and biting her bottom lip. Still, she takes my hand without hesitation and lets me help her out of the taxi.
“Ready?” I ask as I tuck a lock of her golden hair behind her ear, lacing our fingers together. She leans into my touch, and I pull her closer, kissing the top of her head as she sighs.
“Nope.” She laughs. “I doubt I’ll ever feel ready, but I want to do this.” I can’t tell if she’s saying it to herself or me. “Let’s do this.”
Excitement and relief flood me, and I nod, catching her lips in a quick kiss so as not to smudge her glittery gloss before I lead her up the stairs and inside. The band is already in full swing, and the bar is crowded with our colleagues and employees. It’s still early despite the fact we’re running fifteen minutes late, but the atmosphere is relaxed and friendly.
Paul and I have worked hard to make our company a good place to work for everyone, and it always fills me with a sense of pride to see how our efforts have paid off. I squeeze Savannah’s hand as we walk up to the bar to join the crowd eager for their first drink of the night.
My eyes scan the cocktail list and I grin. “Porn star martini?” I ask her. “Or a sex on the beach?”
She laughs, elbowing me in the side for my teasing, but when I hand her a pink cocktail, she sips it happily.
“Incoming,” I whisper to her as we step away with our drinks, my arm around her, resting my hand on her waist possessively. One look at us, and it’s obvious she’s mine. As it should be.
Savannah stiffens a little as my partner walks up to us. Technically, he’s as much her boss as I am, but Paul’s nearly always out of the office on business trips. I don’t mind, preferring to manage the office in person anyway.
