Chris’s POV:

“Bring in the Crescent’s file, Chris,” my boss informed me through the phone the minute I answered the call. It was a few minutes after seven pm, the usual time that our work for the day was over. The office was almost empty at this point, except for a few people who were still busy with one thing or the other. And then there was me, an assistant secretary, who couldn't leave the office while my boss was still working.

“On it, sir.” He ended the call, leaving a shrill noise in the absence of his deep voice. The phone was still plastered to my ear while I tried convincing my stupidly racing heart to calm the fuck down.

I pushed out of my chair after returning the telephone to its cradle. With said file clutched carefully to my chest, I made my way into my boss’s bigger office. My heartbeat increased, then decreased, only to increase again.

Listening to my boss’s voice has never ceased to have the same effect on me ever since the first moment I heard it. I shifted the weight of the files to my right hand before pausing outside his door to run my free fingers through my curls and clean any imaginary stains off my face before lifting my hand and knocking softly against the door.

“C’mon in, Chris,” his voice called out clearly and I bit my lips to stop myself from puffing out a flustered breath. I dragged in much-needed air into my lungs before pulling on the doorknob, letting myself into his office, and shutting the door quietly behind me.

My eyes immediately landed on the king of my sexual fantasies and only participant in all of my wet dreams ever since I started my internship two months ago. I couldn’t help the way the breath hitched in my throat for a few embarrassing seconds while I stared wild-eyed at him. My dumb ass was still planted a few steps away from the closed door.

“Come here,” he ordered after staring at me quietly for a few seconds. I was totally embarrassing myself, like I’ve done countless times. That was all my brain needed to give me the shove I needed to keep moving towards him like I was supposed to, and not stay frozen at the entrance like a statue.

I stopped beside his desk and blinked down at him, our eyes locking for a few fleeting seconds before my blue eyes skidded away. My heart fluttered, sending butterflies flapping all around the insides of my belly.

“Where are the files?” he asked, his deep voice making the fluttering butterflies in my stomach spiral out of control enthusiastically.

“Here they are, sir.” I rushed forward and stretched out the files to him, my eyes quickly taking in how breathtaking he looked. Of course, I had seen him this morning when he made his way past my desk and into his office, but that didn’t stop my mouth from drying up as my eyes ghosted over his sharp, outlined jaw and his handsome, expressionless face.

He was hands down the most handsome and cold-looking man I’ve ever laid my eyes on…and his voice? Holy shit, his voice alone could make me cream my boxer shorts in a second. He only had to order me to do it.

His fingers brushed mine lightly as he retrieved the files from my grip and I sucked in a sharp breath, feeling that small touch right in the middle of my dick.

Yup, I’m that shameless.

He flipped the first file open and raked his eyes over the pages as he flipped through the documents. All the while, my heart was hammering nervously in my chest.

He had assigned this project to me two days ago after vividly explaining to me how I was supposed to go about it for close to two hours. I had nodded my head each time he had focused his attention on me to ask if I was following along, when in reality, I was only able to grab forty percent. The remaining sixty percent literally went over my head while I was busy daydreaming of him putting me over his thick thighs and spanking my ass until tears sprang into my eyes. I knew damn well that I should be listening to what he was teaching me since I was still a student on an internship agreement.

Now I was seriously regretting not paying attention two days ago since a small frown was currently covering his usually expressionless face. He pushed the first file aside and started flipping through the second one. His frown grew more intense as he pushed the second file aside and started flipping through the third one. He finally flipped through the last file before leaning back in his chair and focusing his attention on me for the first time today.

I couldn’t daydream about us getting married because the frown on his face was making nervous air flutter around the inside my chest. I bit my lower lip and averted my gaze from his, shifting my weight from foot to foot nervously.

That’s it. It’s over for me. I’m officially, definitely doomed.

Why didn’t I pay attention while he was teaching me?

Oh, right, because I’m always horny—a shameless young adult who has a huge crush on his boss.

“What is this, Chris?” His voice pulled me out of my distracting thoughts, and I jolted a little before dragging my gaze upwards once again. Our eyes locked and I blinked a little. My stomach flip-flopped while I used all of my will power to not avert my gaze.

“Um,” I dragged my eyes towards the files on his desk before dragging them back towards his green eyes. “The files…it’s the files, sir.”

“Did you even listen to everything I showed you two days ago?” he demanded with a shake of his head. I nodded my head immediately. There was no way I was going to tell him that I didn’t listen and had instead daydreamed throughout the teaching.

“I did,” I replied, wringing my fingers together and puffing out another long breath.

It was so effing obvious that I was nervous.

He watched me for a few seconds before shaking his head and leaning forward to lay his clasped hands on his desk. his huge biceps called towards my hungry eyes like a magnet, but I fought against the pull since he was currently watching me intently.

“You’re lying to me,” he said, watching me intently. I blinked a few times as my stomach knotted in excitement for an unknown reason. A small whimper that I couldn’t stop from escaping slipped out of my lips.

“I’m not, sir,” I replied breathlessly, practically forcing my eyelids from fluttering shut like they actually wanted to.

“Are you saying I’m lying then?” he asked, and my eyes snapped wide open.

“What? No. I could never say that, sir. I never meant to imply that, sir,” I rushed out. My dick turned into a semi in my boxer shorts in that instant.

I really am a slut.

“You’re lying then,” he continued, and I hesitated for a few seconds before nodding my head slowly, my stomach knotting and unknotting itself nervously.

“Why didn’t you pay attention?” he asked, and I swallowed, silently praying that my hard dick wasn’t currently showing through my pants.

“Um…um…” I trailed off and puffed out a harsh, nervous breath. There was no way I was going to actually tell him the true reason why I didn’t pay attention that day…was there?

Before I could rack my brain for a believable lie, my boss stretched out his right arm and locked his fingers around the knot of my tie, yanking me forward until my waist was resting against the side of his desk. My eyes and mouth parted wide.

What just happened?

He raked his gaze over my face, and I snapped my parted mouth shut, swallowing as I tried to avoid staring into his eyes. But his face was only a few inches away from mine and I had no other choice but to hold his gaze for the first time ever as his hot breath ghosted over my nose.

He tightened his hold on my tie and I felt my dick thicken in my boxer shorts against my will. I breathed out a small whimper without thinking. On realizing my slip, my mouth fell open immediately and I stared into his eyes.

“Were you trying to lie to me again?” he demanded hotly, his coffee scented breath puffing against my nose. I dragged in the soothing smell before shaking my head slowly.

“No, I wasn’t, sir,” I whispered, knowing damn well that I was indeed lying again.

“You’re lying again, Chris,” he said around a small chuckle.

I licked my lips as my insides shuttered at the melodic sound of his chuckle before replying quietly, “No Sir, I’m not.” I was digging my own grave with my own hands.

“That’s it,” he finally said flatly before jerking me forward once again with his grip on my tie until our faces were almost touching. I lowered my gaze since it felt like I was sinking into the deepest depths of his eyes. My dick was hard as steel and leaking precum into my boxer shorts.

“We both know you’re lying, don’t we?” he asked.

I snapped my gaze towards his once again before shaking my head. “No, Sir,” I whispered, my tongue sliding out to wet my dry lips.

He chuckled again, louder than before. My eyes hungrily drank in how perfectly beautiful his face looked stretched into a smile, which lasted for a few seconds before his usual blankness replaced the smile.

“You silly boy,” he said slowly, his grip tightening on my tie. I felt my eyes start to flutter shut as his deep voice washed over my whole body, sending a sweet vibration into my pulsing dick, which was currently trapped against the side of his desk.

Yes, yes. I am a silly boy. A lying, shameless boy. I was getting off on being controlled and ordered around and getting choked by him and…

He jerked my neck forward with the tie sharply, cutting off my train of thoughts. His fingers loosened and snaked around my throat in a firm grip, and I gasped breathlessly, staring wide eyed into his eyes as shivers slithered down my spine.

Oh my gosh, this is so not happening…or is it?

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!

His grip around my throat was about to make me embarrass myself further by cumming when he suddenly let go, leaving me almost panting, still staring wild eyed at him. Before I could begin to think about what was actually happening, his deep voice flittered into my hazy thoughts.

“Take off your pants.”

I blinked at him, my mouth gaping open in shock.

Um, what now?

“Sir?” I whispered breathlessly since for some weird reason, my lungs were still not dragging in enough much-needed air.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, boy,” he replied immediately. There was a low but quite audible warning in that single sentence. One I just couldn’t bring myself to not heed, even though I had no idea what could happen if I didn’t do as he requested.

Did I even want to find out?

Definitely not.

I pushed myself away from the table and reached for my belt. My hard dick pressed against the insides of my pants, and it was very obvious at this point. I flushed in embarrassment and avoided my boss’s face as I tried to unbuckle my stupid belt with shaky fingers.

“Stop.”

The moment I heard that word, my shaky fingers suddenly froze on the buckle of my belt as I glanced up at him with my mouth parted.

Why was he ordering me to stop?

Was this some kind of joke to him?

Before I could continue my train of thought, his deep voice drifted into my head loudly.

“Take a deep breath, Chris.”

I blinked at him before dragging in deep gulps of air into my lungs, realizing that out of nervous excitement, I had held my breath unknowingly after he ordered me to take off my pants.

“Good boy,” he finally said after watching me breathe in and out a few times until I was no longer gasping breathlessly. For some weird reason, those two words made my granite-hard dick pulse in my pants and leak out precum.

This wasn’t the first time he had called me ‘boy’ and this was not the first time it had made my dick react this way. The day he had complimented my improving knowledge and called me ‘good boy,’ I knew that was not supposed to make me stupidly horny. I knew the right thing to do was to point out to him that it was highly unprofessional for him to call me ‘boy’ when I was twenty years old. I also knew that it was sickeningly wrong for me to silently pine for his praises and secretly bask in them.

Who’s a slut? A shameless one? Yup, that’s me.

“Now take off your pants.”

I nodded my head and dragged in a deep breath before finally unbuckling my belt with steady fingers, slowly dragging my pants down my thighs, and stepping out of them. I glanced at the tent in my tight pink boxer shorts and flushed with embarrassment at the huge wet patch. I was gifted with a very wet dick. Unlike people who needed lube when they jerked off to make it slippery, all I had to do was to cup my dripping precum and I was good to go. I called it a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I knew a lot of people who’d do anything to have that kind of privilege, and also a curse because now my boss was currently staring pointedly at the wet spot on my pink underwear, making me wish the I could suddenly disappear.

“Come here, boy.”

My gaze snapped away from my underwear-covered dick towards my boss’s face as a small shudder raked my whole body. I didn’t hesitate as I walked the two steps until I was standing beside his chair.

My biggest wet dream was suddenly coming true, and I didn’t know if I was dreaming or not.

The feeling of his warm finger lightly tracing the skin of my stomach and dipping into my underwear made me suck in a deep breath as goosebumps covered my arms slowly. He pulled on the elastic of my underwear with his finger before suddenly letting it go and watching it slap against the sensitive skin on my hips, making me gasp loudly and thrust my hips uncontrollably into the air.

Gosh, I want to cum so bad.

“Take the underwear off,” he said after trailing his eyes over my whole body, making me bite my lower lip nervously the whole time. I swallowed and pushed my boxer shorts down. My hard dick bounced out and pointed straight into the air. The weight of my balls was aching and starting to hurt…but me being the sick person that I was, I kind of liked the pain.

He pushed his chair back a little until before patting his thick thighs with his right hand.

“Drape yourself over my thighs,” he ordered, sending an excited trill down my spine, but I hesitated. Suddenly, I was a lot more nervous since I had never done this before and I didn’t know if getting spanked in real life was going to be as good as it always looks in porno, and in the books I’ve read.

“Are you going to spank me, sir?” I asked, trying to buy more time for myself since I was seriously having second thoughts.

“Yes, Chris, I am,” he answered, looking me up and down slowly. The intensity of his gaze made my toes curl in my shoes as I puffed out a breath.

“Will it hurt?” I whispered, and he chuckled in reply before jerking me forward with a grip on my hips. He slid his palm upwards from my hips, over my ribs and chest, then wrapped his fingers around my throat lightly. He pulled me closer until I was staring deeply into his eyes while I shivered at the feel of his hand sliding over my skin.

“Yeah, it will. It will hurt so bad and good at the same time. You won’t know if you’re crying from it being too intensely good or bad.”

I blinked at him with my mouth parted in a quiet ‘oh’ as I absorbed everything he said. My dick thickened, the weight pulling on my balls and making it ache, sending a heady feeling into my head.

He patted his thighs once again and I took in a deep breath before placing my hands on his clothed thighs and squeezing a little. Gosh, his thighs were thick with muscles, unlike mine which were soft and a lot more feminine than I’d have preferred, but oh well.

I draped myself stiffly over his thighs and grabbed onto the side of his chair as my legs brushed the floor. I felt nervous and self-conscious in this kind of exposed position. I dragged in a huge breath, and his scent made my dick even stiffer. I dragged my nose over his pants and inhaled his smell. His clothes smelled of the kind of cologne that oozed masculinity and I wanted to sink into that smell and drown in it.

His right hand landed on my back lightly and my breath hitched in my throat. He softly caressed his way down my back, sending tiny prickles of excitement, and something else that I couldn’t put my finger on. He cupped my left butt cheek in his palm, and I moaned softly. His hand felt so deliciously hot on my ass, and the moment he squeezed a handful of my perky butt, I pushed into his palm without thinking as another breathless moan slipped out.

A sudden spank made me gasp and jolt on his thighs. I whipped my head up, turning it around in shock. Or at least I tried turning my head, but his left hand stopped the movement and instead pressed my head back down.

I was panting hard, and perspiration slid down my forehead and into my hair. He kneaded my left butt cheek and my mouth fell open. I didn’t know having a man’s hands on my ass—especially someone I was seriously lusting after—could have this kind of intense effect on me.

“You ready, Chris?” he rumbled, and I nodded my head immediately. I was nervous as hell but also craving it. I wanted to experience exactly what he said I was bound to feel, and he was going to give it to me like he promised.

I held my breath in my throat as I awaited the first blow with my eyes squeezed shut and my fingers digging into his pants. My muscles were stiff and my whole body was on alert. Even my ass had unconsciously stiffened.

I faintly heard him chuckle before his left fingers sank into my hair and rub against my scalp slowly. The breath I was holding in anticipation whooshed out of me in a sigh and I preened and pressed my head into his moving fingers as small sighs fell out of my lips. He pulled on the roots of my hair for a few seconds, and I whimpered quietly when he let go. More precum leaked from my hard dick, which was trapped underneath me against his thighs.

I felt his fingers slide down the middle of my back, a touch that made me relax into him, completely forgetting about being embarrassed. I sighed deeply and started to slide my eyes shut just as I felt a hard slap on my butt cheek. I snapped my eyes wide open immediately as a startled gasp left my lips.

He landed two more slaps on the same spot, and I jerked hard against him, biting my lips to stop the embarrassing noise bubbling in my throat from slipping out. He squeezed my zinging ass cheek in his palm, and I whimpered as hot pain licked over that particular spot, rushing over my whole body and ending in my pulsing dick.

He spanked the same spot again. Harder this time, and I threw my head back without thinking, the trapped noise in my throat pouring out in waves. I pressed up into his palm and tried to pull away at the same time.

He delivered a series of spanks without stopping, and I cried out with my eyes squeezed tightly together while digging my nails into his pants. My aching dick was in dire need of any kind of friction, but the tight hold he had on my waist wasn’t giving me any chance to hump his muscular thighs.

He kneaded my ass, pressing his palm into the burning spot, and sending a sick twist of pleasure and pain over my body. I puffed out a breath as I unsuccessfully tried to push into his hot, drugging touch.

“Chris?” he suddenly said before delivering a slap on my second, untouched ass cheek. I meant to answer him, but what came out was a strangled moan instead. He delivered another slap on the same spot and I stuttered out a shaky reply when he called my name again.

I didn’t know getting spanked would make me so unreasonably horny and be bitingly painful too. I didn’t know it was going to make me almost bust a nut. Neither did I know that it was going to render me boneless and speechless without a clear train of thoughts.

“Did you listen to what I explained to you two days ago?” he asked, and I nodded my head without fully processing the question. His hands suddenly cupped my spanked cheeks and kneaded them slowly, making me breathe out embarrassing moans and jolt on his thighs with each squeeze of his palms. They sent tiny licks of pleasure over my whole body.

He suddenly dug his fingers into my hair and tugged hard on the roots, making me gasp as he jerked my head around until I was staring into his eyes. His green eyes sparked, or maybe it was just my eyes, or the lights in his office…

“I asked you a question,” he said, and I blinked at him as I racked my brain for whatever question he asked but came up with nothing.

“Um, what?” I finally asked, but he didn’t say a thing. Instead, he dropped a hard spank on my surely red ass cheek. His other hand was still buried in my hair. A breathy cry escaped my lips and my eyes fluttered out of control for a few seconds. He delivered another blow and I jolted on him, jerking my head backwards. His grip in my curls pulled me back with a sharp, biting pain. I shuttered out a shaky, “Oh God,” just as he delivered another blow, and I shook hard against him. An unrecognizable cry tore out of my lips. My balls pulled tight against each other and my whole body burned from the inside because of the white-hot pleasure currently slithering through my veins.

I almost came right there on my boss's thighs with my ass burning and aching as mind-numbing pleasure coursed through my whole being. But his voice suddenly stopped me from toppling over the edge.

“Don’t you dare cum.”

I blinked up at him, my body still vibrating and zinging from the orgasm that had almost crashed over me a second ago.

“Sir?” I whispered, barely able to keep my eyes open.

“I asked you a question right before I stopped you from cumming,” he said, his fingers deciding at that moment to slide slowly over my sensitive scalp, sending shivers slithering down my spine.

“O-oh…” I started to say before breathing out a shaky moan when he squeezed my sore ass cheek. His eyes seared into mine, but I couldn’t look away since his grip was currently fisted in my hair, holding my face in place.

“And who the fuck said you could come?” he continued in a hard voice, and I blinked at him. My mouth fell open silently as my heart raced out of control.

“Um, I’m sorry si—oh God.” I cried out as pleasure and pain blurred into one perfect sensation when he suddenly spanked my ass hard and at the same time jerked my head backwards.

“Please sir,” I whispered shakily, my eyes sliding closed while I jerked against him the moment he spanked my sore ass once again. His large palm dragged against the burning flesh of my ass, sending shock waves of biting pleasure sliding down my spine and rushing into my dick in waves. I ground my hard-on blindly into his thighs as his intoxicating scent suffocated my brain in a soothing way. His strong arms felt perfect around my body.

Oh fuck, I never ever wanted him to stop spanking my ass. Who knew it could this good and didn’t bother telling me all this time?

“You’re not to come. Is that clear, Chris?”

His voice drifted into my ears, and I nodded blindly. My eyes were still squeezed shut as I focused my willpower on convincing my dick not to explode.

“Look at me and use your words,” he ordered, and I shivered as the clear command washed over me and rushed directly into my balls, almost pushing me over the edge. But I squeezed his pants in my palms as the orgasm slowly edged away from the dangerous edge before slowly forcing my heavy-lidded eyelids open. I blinked up at him, trying to convince my wayward eyes not to stare at his perfectly outlined lips since the sight of his lips alone made my dick pulse hungrily.

“Yes, sir,” I finally answered before biting my lips to stop the whimper trapped in my throat from sliding out when he dragged his nails through the roots of my hair. I had no idea my scalp was this sensitive.

“Good.” He withdrew his fingers from my hair and pushed my head back down until I was staring at the floor once again. The blood rushed into my head in the good kind of way.

I didn’t mean to feel disappointed that he didn’t include the usual ‘boy’ this time, but now the word ‘good’ didn’t sound right to me. It definitely didn’t make me shiver the way the words ‘good boy’ used to make me feel.

“Why are you getting spanked?” he asked loudly, and I shook the distracting thoughts from my head to focus on the matter at hand.

“Because I lied,” I whispered before whimpering loudly, squeezing my eyes shut and dragging in deep, calming breaths to keep my dick in line. Then my boss shifted in his seat, which made his thigh grind into my hard dick for a few seconds.

“And how many times did you lie to me when you could have easily said the truth?” he continued.

“Once,” I replied immediately before puffing out a shaky breath as he moved again and ground his thigh into my hard dick again. How was I supposed to not cum this way?

“Wrong answer.” He brought his palm down on the second ass cheek, making my mouth form a small ‘o’ as a breathless moan whooshed out of me.

“Oh fuck.” He delivered a couple of slaps in a few seconds. I pushed my burning ass into his palms and ground my dick into his thighs without thinking. The head of his belt was currently digging into the flesh of my dick, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t bring myself to care since that tiny bite of pain was sending loads of pleasure over my whole body, making my mouth quiver uncontrollably as moans and groans keep falling out every passing second.

Was this even normal?

“Um…Two…three times?” I stuttered. My voice broke shakily when he decided to cup my heated backside in his palms and pull them apart. The cold air in the room slid over my hole and made me clench longingly on nothing.

“You don’t sound sure.” He spanked the sides of my ass cheeks, making them jiggle against each other, and his palms lingered behind to give the buns a firm squeeze.

“Three times. Three, sir.” I tried again, my brain feeling like it was floating on absolutely nothing.

“Good boy.” The two simple words sent a sweet feeling over my body, straight into my brain and dick. His palms kneaded my ass cheeks for a few seconds, pulling them apart before leaving them to jiggle back against each other. I moaned shakily and pushed my ass into his palms while fighting the pulsing need to disobey him and orgasm all over his pants.

“Now count.” He suddenly broke into my train of thought, and I nodded immediately.

He delivered the first spank and I sucked in a deep breath before gasping out a quiet ‘one.’ He delivered a couple of slaps in the same spot, and I cried out as pain blurred with pleasure once again, raking over my body immensely.

“Did I give you permission to stop counting?” he suddenly asked, and I gasped and shook my head immediately while dragging in a lungful of air into my chest.

“No sir,” I replied around a small moan when he suddenly squeezed my ass cheeks.

“Then why did you stop?” he questioned, his palms kneading my heated cheeks slowly. I got lost in the sizzling pleasure and forgot his question again, until a sudden spank on my ass pulled me back into the present.

“Um, um, sir?” I whispered, having no idea what he asked before I zoned out.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asked.

I shook my head immediately, “No sir.”

After a few seconds of remembering why I was being punished, I rushed in to add, “Um, I meant yes, yes…I am, sir.”

“Good boy, you’re doing so good now,” he replied around a small chuckle, and I found myself melting completely on his thighs. My mind was floating on cloud nine, and my stomach was knotting and unknotting.

“You’re gonna count from the beginning for me once again, and not make mistakes this time. Can you do that, boy?” His hands pulled my cheeks apart and squeezed them against each other. I nodded my head as small moans left my lips.

“I can do that, sir,” I replied, fully bent on keeping my word and making him proud and to finally listen to him call me a good boy at the end of everything. I had already let him down today by poorly completing my task and lying shamelessly. I didn’t want to disappoint him anymore today. For some reason, his disappointment didn’t sit well with me. Ever since I started working here, I had been pushed to do things more enthusiastically and pay more attention. I’d never have cared before, but I just wanted to please him and have him call me a good boy again.

He ended up giving me twenty hard spanks and I counted all the way through, forcing my eyes to stay open and my mind from not drifting as each slap came down on my bruised skin. Each slap was harder than the previous one and it got to a point where I almost lost control of my dick around the fifteenth spank. At that point, my eyes were completely reduced to slits and my balls were extremely heavy and starting to hurt in an intoxicating kind of way. I ground my dick into his thighs as pleas and moans fell out of my mouth uncontrollably. Each slap was followed by another loud slap until I was crying when we got to the nineteenth slap.

At the twentieth spank, tears were streaming down my face as pleas and moans kept falling out of my mouth. I continued to push my burning ass into his palms, shivering and shuddering as his palm on my ass sent a flash of pain and pleasure rushing directly into my pulsing dick.

“You were so good,” he cooed, his palms moving over my ass slowly as I panted hard. My orgasm receded once again as I leaned into his thighs heavily, allowing my eyes to slide shut as his soothing words of praise kept pouring softly from his mouth, and drifting directly into my ears, and into my stomach.

“You’ve done so beautifully good for me. So perfect, Chris,” he continued, and I whimpered softly when he kneaded my ass softly for a few seconds.

“You ass is all reddened up and perfectly bruised up, the way it should be. Isn’t that right?” he asked, and I moaned as my dick pulsed as his dirty words sank into my stomach and straight into my dick.

“That’s right, sir,” I agreed with him immediately. He parted my heated ass cheeks and ran his finger through the middle, brushing over my puckered hole for the first time since he started spanking my ass.

“And you took everything I offered you, without questions, because I asked you to. Isn’t that right?” I nodded my head. My orgasm was racing towards the edge once again, making me try everything in me to stop it from hitting me out of nowhere and forcing me to disobey him.

“And you held off from cumming because I asked you to. Because you wanted to please me like the good boy that you are. Isn’t that right?” he continued. His finger lightly moved against my twitching hole. I kept pressing into his touch like the slut that I was.

“Oh God, yes, yes, sir, that’s um…that’s right.” I shuddered when I felt him suddenly slid a very wet finger over my hole slowly, making me whimper breathlessly.

After a few seconds, his touch disappeared from my ass and slid down my thighs, his dragged his cold finger in between my thighs and over my balls before brushing over my taint and purposely lingering in that particular sensitive spot, pressing his thumb into it until I cried out brokenly with my back arched wantonly.

“Get up, Chris.” He said once his touch disappeared from my taint and returned to my elbows to help me get off his thighs. My knees wobbled once I got to my feet, but thanks to his palms holding me up by my waist and my bicep. I shook my head backwards to push my curls away from my face as I tried to ignore the way my dick felt like it was going to fall off any second from now due to how hard it has been for the past one hour, and also the way his whole gaze was traveling over my body intensely.

“Look at you being all turned on and desperate to cum, all because of me, and for me, isn’t that right? He asked slowly, gazing directly into my eyes and I nodded my head immediately feeling extremely horny and breathless all over again.

“And being such a pain slut, I didn’t know part of your buttons involves a little pain.” He continued and I swallowed emptily before glancing away, not knowing what to say to that since I myself wasn’t sure if I was actually into a little bit of pain or not.

“Um, I dunno…” I started to say hesitantly but he cut me off by wrapping his palms around my waist and lifting me up to sit me down on his desk, between his legs before I could blink.

“Oh god.” I whispered while shuddering, throwing my head back and scratching at the flat surface of the table as I desperately searched for anything to hold onto as a sharp pain shot through my burning ass, straight into my brains and made me question myself if I was actually into this.

But then in the next second, I moved on the table hesitantly which made the burning flesh of my ass rub against the desk and white-hot pleasure and pain blurred lines as those sensations washed over my whole body in waves, leaving my ear ringing behind out of sheer intensity.

“Feel the burn?” He asked, Heat flaring in his eyes.

“I do. It h-hurts…” I shuttered out, the pleasure and pain feeling like it was mixed together in a bowl and poured over my whole body, wrecking my brains and resulting in me shuddering and shivering, my ass burning intoxicatingly painfully into the desk.

He suddenly reached for my pulsing dick, and I jerked against the table, groaning loudly as another round of pleasure pain rushed into my brain. He stroked him hand over my dick, the extremely wet tip making it easier for his palm to glide over it smoothly.

I moaned and cried out uncontrollably, throwing my head back and grinding my dick into his palm and at the same time, my ass into the desk as I shivered as my orgasms danced over the top of my dick dangerously.

“Oh God.” I whimpered when his thumb swept over the leaking tip of my dick, rubbing the leaking precum over my dick in smooth strokes which made me arch further into his grip, my abs clenching and unclenching as I fought the urge to give in to my orgasm.

“Um, sir you’re not supposed to be touching my dick…” I whispered lowly in a shaky voice, my whole attention and willpower was completely focused on convincing my wayward dick to not erupt in the next instant.

“Are you telling me what to do?” He demanded in his usual low, commanding voice which held so much invisible power, his eyes staring straight into my barely opened ones, and I shook my head immediately, my mouth falling open as a shaky whimper slipped out.

“No sir, I’m not-” I paused to drag in air into my empty lungs for a few seconds, silently begging him to get his hand off my dick or give me permission to cum.

“Sir, please let me cum. I beg of you. Oh God, fuck!” I pleaded frantically before trailing off when he suddenly cupped my balls with his other hand and started rolling them slowly between his fingers, leaving me shivering and gasping and moaning as my orgasm threatened to take me over the edge.

“Look at you being all flustered up for me, and your dick leaking like a faulty tap as it lubed up your hungry dick perfectly and also got my hand wet, wanting nothing more than to cum this very instant like the hungry slut that you are, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, yes! Oh my god, please yes, yes sir, please.” I babbled incoherently with my eyes squeezed tight, my mind clouded with mind numbing pleasure as my balls got toyed with by his fingers, his right palm never ceasing the stroking movement over my dick.

“You’re such a good boy like this, listening to my instructions and not going against my orders by cumming even though it’s been obviously very hard, but you still managed to fight the urge off, because I asked you not to cum, and because you want to be good for me, isn’t that right?”

I whimpered shakily while nodding my head frantically, my pulsing dick leaked more precum as his dirty words washed over me in that deep, commanding voice of his.

“Yes sir, I want to be good for you,” I replied breathlessly, rocking into his strokes, and grinding my ass into the table. The whole overwhelming sensation washed over me in a heady rush, clouding my mind and turning my insides to mush.

“Yes boy, that’s it.” He approved immediately and my chest filled up with a satisfied feeling. I almost purred like a cat as his praises rolled out of his mouth and over my body…until his touch suddenly disappeared from my dick.

I blinked my eyes open immediately and started at him with my mouth parted open in shock as my orgasm kept vibrating and humming at the tip of my dick.

“Please sir…” I started to say desperately but he cut me off with a voice that gave room for no arguments.

“You don’t get to cum, Chris. Not until you redo this assignment again tonight once you get home, I’m going to show you how it’s supposed to be done right now, then after you pass the test in flying colors and prove how much of a good boy that you are, then maybe I’ll let you cum.

Wait, what?

Chris’s POV:

Wait, what?

He really can’t mean that…can he?

“Um, sir?” I whispered while blinking up at him in shock.

“You heard me,” he answered, staring pointedly at my flushed face, and trailing his gaze over my chest to rest on my pulsing dick which jerked against my abs.

“But-but…” I trailed off when he glanced back at my face with a raised eyebrow.

“But what?” He asked.

“I want to cum so bad.” I whispered, my eyes almost sliding close as my hand reached for my dick to get myself off hence, I go crazy, but his grip closing around my wrist stopped me.

My eyes reopened immediately, and I found myself staring into his eyes, I didn’t even realize when he pulled his chair towards the very edge of the desk.

“I said you’re not to cum, didn’t I?” He started to say, and I gasped as my eyelids started to flutter open and close when his other thumb slid lightly over the dripping tip of my dick.

“Ye-yeah,” I shuttered out and sucked in a breath when he completely closed his hand around my dick and strongly stroked it once.

“And you wanted to disobey me back there, Chris.” He stated, his hand slowly moving over my dick while his second hand was still wrapped around my wrist, his eyes staring into my half open ones.

“No,” I whispered and shook my head as I felt my orgasm rushing all the way from the tips of my toes to my dick, I wanted to beg him to quit stroking me and talking to me with that commanding voice of his if he wanted me to heed to his demands of not cumming, but instead, after parting my mouth to tell him exactly that, nothing came out except pleas mixed with moans and groans seeing as his strokes has even gotten ten times tighter and hotter.

“Oh God, please.” I panted breathlessly, throwing my head back with my eyes squeezed tight, my hand supporting my weight on the desk shook as my whole body vibrated with the need to orgasm so bad.

His touch disappeared once again, releasing my dick and my wrist at the same time. I sucked in a deep breath to calm my racing heart for a minute before slowly glancing down at me dick, the mushroom head was an angry purple and precum dripped slowly from the tip, smearing over my abs.

He wrapped his hands around my elbow and gently pulled me off the table once I stopped panting breathlessly, I wobbled on my feet a little and his grips on my elbows tightened before slowly releasing me. I puffed out a breath and stared up at him, he lifted a hand and pushed my hair away from my forehead before proceeding to stroke his fingers through my hair slowly.

I breathed out a small sigh and pushed my head more firmly into his light touch. I faintly heard his chuckle a little before withdrawing his fingers out of my hair.

“Get dressed, Chris, we’ve got work to do.” He finally said and I glanced down at me dick, it was still hard but not extremely hard like it was a few minutes ago. I looked around me and sighted my clothes right where I disposed of them. I pulled my boxer shorts and winced as the fabric plastered against the heated skin of my ass before pulling my pants up and buckling my belt in, once I was fully dressed, I glanced up at him.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He drawled and I pursed my lips. “It was, I still want to cum.” I mumbled while glancing around his office. a room I had been in countless times since I became one of his secretaries. I wasn’t as hard as I was before and my orgasm has thankfully receded, the only thing still keeping my dick hard in my pants was the man standing before me.

“Go get your tablet, let's get to work.” He finally said, dismissing my previous answer to his question. I huffed and whirled around before carefully letting myself out of his office and into mine which was adjoined to his. I quickly picked up my tablet from my desk and headed back into his office.

“Sit.” He gestured towards a spot on the couch situated on the spot beside the floor length window in which he was sitting on, I sat on the space beside him and winced as my ass touched on the couch, sending a lick of pain over my body, and reminding me of how thoroughly spanked my ass was.

As if I was ever gonna forget.

He noticed my wince and discomfort but didn’t say a thing apart from an arched eyebrow in my direction which proved that he indeed noticed my discomfort before starting up the iPad he was with.

He proceeded to show me almost all he showed me yesterday and I tried my best to concentrate, which was extremely hard because each time I moved on the couch, I was reminded of how well I got spanked for not concentrating, and did that make me concentrate more today? Not really…

Each time his index finger moved over the screen of the iPad, I got reminded of how lightly his finger has ghosted over my pucker while I was spread out of his thighs….

My train of thoughts wasn’t helping me concentrate one bit for God’s sake.

“Did you get that?” My boss asked and I quickly glanced up at his face and nodded my head before changing courses at the last minute and shaking my head slowly the second I remembered how much he disliked lies.

He stared pointedly at me, and I flushed red in embarrassment and guilt before slowly averting my gaze from his. He didn’t say a thing and just proceeded to go through the words he explained before which I had missed.

Once we were done, the clouds were already starting to darken a lot more than I expected. I packed my bag and quickly checked the time. It was a few minutes to eight pm. We both exited the office and got into the elevator together. The elevator was empty since only a few people was currently remaining in the company, I stared at our reflection in the glass walls of the elevator while moving my weight from foot to foot, my boss was currently tapping away on his phone which gave me enough time to check him out to my satisfaction. This was the second time we’d be riding the elevator together ever since started my internship, and like the first time, he barely paid me any attention and was on his phone throughout

I guess being the owner of a company as big as this requires a lot of attention and focus.

He was a lot taller than I am and I crossed my eyes unbelievably as I noticed just how my head was the same length as the middle of his broad chest. His hair was pitch black and in curls which framed his ears and forehead sexily, I bet they’re even softer than they appeared. The elevator door slid open, and we both stepped out and walked outside the company into the compound.

His car pulled up before us and I watched as the driver hopped out and quickly came over to our side to pull the back door open I guess this is goodbye then.

“So um, tomorrow…” I trailed off and slapped a hand across my mouth on realizing that I’ve been about to mention the fact that I’d be expecting my orgasm from him tomorrow with his driver standing respectfully beside the opened door.

“Get in, Chris.”

“Um, sir?” I asked uncertainty, I didn’t expect my night to turn out this way, I was already planning on walking towards the bus stop like I always do, which wasn’t all that far from this company.

“Get in, I’ll drop you off.” He repeated and I got in the car after a few seconds of hesitation, what could happen anyway? I guess he’s just trying to be nice since he had delayed me by giving me that much needed spanking back in the office.

Not that I didn’t appreciate his thoughtfulness, it made him all the more perfect in my eyes. I settled in the soft leather car seat and glanced at him from the side of my eyes, he wasn’t on his phone anymore, instead his head was leaning against the seat’s headrest with his eyes closed.

I turned back towards the window and panicked when the car took the left turn of the express instead of the right.

“Um, boss?” I said quietly so as not to catch him unexpectedly.

“Huh?” He replied and I bit my lips and pointed towards the window on my side of the seat, “This is the wrong direction, my house is the other way.”

“Oh shit.” He cursed quietly before sitting up and staring at the front of the moving car for a few seconds before informing the driver that he was to turn back around and head towards the opposite direction.

“I’ll have to get to the roundabout first since I can’t make a U turn right now,” the driver replied, and I shrugged my shoulders and settled more comfortably in my seat. I wasn’t in a rush to get home in the first place, and I’d get to spend more time in the same confinement with my boss while breathing in soothing cologne which was currently suffocating my senses since the car smelled strongly like him as well.

“You’re not in a hurry, are you? Seems like there’s going to be a bit of traffic,” my boss said to me, and I shook my head immediately before shooting him a side look and replying, “I’m not.”

“So boss, where do you stay?” I asked while staring at him expectantly after he went silent once again. I wanted him to keep on talking to me in that deep voice of his which was sending tiny vibrations down my spine on each rumble.

“You can call me Alex,” he corrected, and I glanced at my fiddling fingers as I turned the name around in my mind. It felt weird on my tongue. I’ve always known his name was Alex—Alex Cohen—from the moment I clicked on a documentary on google while looking through companies for an internship. Ever since I started the internship, I’ve only called him Mr. Cohen and boss. Switching to Alex was going to be a bit hard.