“With pleasure.”
He took a step back from me, holding my shoulders in his hands, and then forced me to stand right in front of the conference table, my hips pressed against the wood as he stood behind me.
Oh no.
More gently than I expected, his hands slid down my arms, holding my wrists and crossing them behind my back. He held them firmly with one hand, and I heard the clink of his belt as he unbuckled it.
Oh hell no. He wasn’t going to fuck me right here in church, was he?
I squirmed and tried to get away but he pushed himself against the backs of my legs, forcing me forward and not letting me move. Before I could stop it, he’d wrapped his belt around my wrists several times, and done some kind of loop-through that I didn’t understand because I couldn’t see it. He buckled my wrists tightly and then put his hand on my head, forcing me forward. I resisted him but he was far too strong, and I found myself laying completely flat against the table, my face turned with my cheek against the cold hard wood. Then he grabbed at the edge of my skirt and wrenched it up over my hips.
My whole face burned red with embarrassment, and I gasped as I felt his finger lightly trace the waistband of my lace thong. I was about to shout when I heard the drums and the music from the other room. They were starting their service, and nobody would hear me if I made noise.
“Bastard!” I shouted at him.
He chuckled and the sound felt like whiskey burning smooth and hot all the way down my spine. Fuck, it wasn’t fair how much power he had over me. And he hadn’t even done anything yet!
“And even dressed like a whore… or did you wear these just for me?”
“Fuck. You.”
Smack. Right on my ass cheek, in that fleshy plump spot that I loved so much.
He didn’t hit me hard; I expected much more from some one of his size. I laughed. “Wow. And here I thought a guy as big as you might actually be able to–”
Three more slaps rapid fire, just a little harder, not giving me a chance to recover. More vibrations shot through me, and then he switched to the other side, slapping my other cheek and then squeezing it. His nails dug into my skin and I gasped. It sent little vibrations through my whole body and I felt my pussy betray me, beginning to slicken.
Fuck. He’s doing it. Reuben is spanking me.
“Apologize for being a flirt.”
“Not a chance.”
He growled and I shut my eyes, trying not to whine at the sound. Damn that was hot.
No, Alice! Bad! We are trying not to fall for this shit! Tell him to stop!
But I couldn’t. Because then he started actually spanking my ass with some real strength and aggression, and my head spun completely out of control. My skin was tingling, and he switched from one side to another to keep it from stinging too bad, but the way he was hitting me was unlike anything else. He spanked me with his hand slightly cupped, not too hard, just hard enough to send reverberations of pleasure and need through me, combined with that perfect bite of pain that I was addicted to. It was like he hit me deeper, not just smacking my skin but forcing my insides to respond to the abuse.
I bit my lip to avoid moaning, but it was a close call. I was wet, and I knew if he didn’t stop soon, he’d be able to tell, because I was close to soaking through my thong, and he was going to see. I felt my pussy begin to twitch and flutter as he spanked me, over and over.
Reuben didn’t relent. I could feel the pressure in my gut building, and my breath speeding up, and I fought against the pleasure welling up and building inside me. I needed him to stop, but I wanted it to go on forever.
His smacks changed from deep and thuddy to stinging slaps, and then back again, switching and keeping me guessing what to expect. The sharp stinging smacks pushed my climax away, and the reverberating hits with his cupped hand dragged it back. Just as I caught up with one sensation, he switched to another. I let out a whine of frustration by accident, and he chuckled.
Finally he stopped, leaned forward again, and growled into my ear again. “Let’s try again… apologize for acting like a little whore.”
My mind was at war with myself again.
No, we are not doing this again! We are done with bossy, controling guys!
My voice was breathy and I hated the way I sounded so desperate as I spoke. “You asshole, I hate you! I fucking hate you! I can flirt with whoever I want! You’re just like all the other guys who think they can just take what they want without penalty! Well you can’t, you can’t have me–”
Smack.
“I won’t–”
Smack.
“I can’t– oh…”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
“It wasn’t even that bad–fuck,” I moaned as he launched another attack on my ass. “You jerk!”
“Tell me to stop.” He hesitated for a moment, waiting. Daring me.
Fuck. I couldn’t. The honesty of where I was right now was more painful than the sting of my skin. I was exactly where I wanted to be. Where I needed to be. Where I belonged. Getting put in my place by an older man who wasn’t afraid of whatever I might throw at him.
This was exactly what I’d asked for. And now he was giving it to me.
“That’s what I thought.” The smugness in his voice was disgusting.