Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Sigh.
She was daydreaming again. The same daydream too. The one where Neil gloriously colored her backside a dark shade of pink with his hand while she moaned and writhed in orgasmic bliss, lying face down across his sturdy oak desk.
Alicia rubbed her thighs together and squirmed in her seat, trying to soothe the aching need between her legs and focus her concentration back to the letter she was supposed to be typing up for her boss... Neil.
Groan.
No. She needed to concentrate, dammit! She had to finish this letter before he came back from his business meeting with one of their clients and saw that all she'd done the entire hour was type in today's date and Dear Mr. Fujispankme.
What the hell? How did that get in there? Oh god. Why on earth did she keep fantasizing about her ass and Neil's hand becoming one?
"Alicia..."
Oh crap.
"I believe you have a typo. The client's name is Mr. Fujisaka."
Crap. Crap. Crap.
"O-o-of course," she stuttered out, all coherency lost as she felt his presence—Neil's presence—behind her, his warm breath washing across the back of her neck, inciting tingles inside of her from the top of her shoulders down to the very tips of her toes. She held her breath as he walked around to the front of her desk, his dark green eyes piercing hers and pinning her to the chair.
Her eyes roamed over the figure of perfection standing before her. His short, dark hair, those forest green eyes, that angular nose, his inviting lips—Mmm. What she wouldn't give for just a taste right now—his smooth jaw, navy suit that hid his glorious body from view. And those strong, capable hands of his. Hands that, with just one glimpse of, could cause her insides to clench and quiver.
One of his dark eyebrows rose high, probably questioning the, no doubt apparent, hunger in her stare and her breathless whisper. "Are you all right, Alicia?"
"Uh huh," she mumbled lamely, nodding her head far too quickly, causing her shoulder length blonde hair to bounce and bob about. Hair that she'd imagined far too many times being yanked back by his fingers as he plunged inside of her and furiously claimed her on his desk while his other hand made contact with her ass over and over again.
Without meaning to, her eyes flashed to his groin, and she couldn't help but notice the front of his pants twitching... and bulging... and—
Oh god. He was just standing there, likely wondering what the heck was wrong with her, and she was practically molesting him with her eyes. His soft chuckle didn't make her feel any better; it only caused her cheeks to burn hot.
If only it were her other cheeks that were burning...
She shook her head to clear it of her naughty thoughts. If Neil knew the filth that was lurking inside of her head, he would probably be disgusted with her. After all, she was a "good girl," right? She wasn't supposed to have thoughts like those. Thankfully she was able to compose herself long enough to peel her eyes away from his groin, fix her typo and speed her way through the first paragraph of the letter. Neil must've ascertained that she wasn't entirely a psychotic mess since he strode silently over to his own desk and sat down.
Alicia quickly finished the letter and printed it off, then walked slightly unsteadily over to her boss' desk and placed the paper on the surface. As she turned to walk away, she hoped like all heck that he couldn't hear the frantic pounding of her heart or, oh god, smell the moisture between her thighs.
She let out a relieved breath of air when he said nothing to call her out on her hornified craziness, and then returned to her desk to begin her next task. She had to forget this insanity. Ever since she'd read that erotic story online after stumbling onto that porno literature website (found entirely by accident—honest!), and then checked out that Maggie Gyllenhaal movie from the library (erm, not entirely by accident), and then had that highly inappropriate daydream involving Neil's fabulous hands on her backside—
"Ms. Roberts." His cool voice broke the thick silence in the room.
Alicia lifted her gaze slowly to meet his.
Uh oh. He looked all sorts of pissed off, not to mention the fact that he never called her Ms. Roberts.
"Y-y-yes?"
"Come here." It was an order if she ever heard one.
Without a word, she rose up on shaky legs, nearly tripping over her own two feet. Why the heck had she worn a pencil skirt and black stilettos today anyway? This office, if you could even call it that, was totally casual. The only reason Neil was in a suit was because of his earlier meeting. Normally they were both in blue jeans and t-shirts.
Great. Even her subconscious was channeling Lee Holloway.
Before she could ask him what he wanted, he thrust the letter she'd typed out so she could see it. "Do you see anything wrong with this letter, Ms. Roberts?"
"Um..." Her heart beat violently against her chest as her eyes quickly scanned the page. "I don't—"
"Or perhaps it's just me who doesn't see 'spank you very much' as an appropriate closing for a letter to one of our most valued clients."
Although she pressed her lips tightly together, a giggle escaped them before she could stop it. Unfortunately, one quick glance to his stern face told her that he wasn't amused. Not in the slightest.
"You think this is funny,
Ms. Roberts
?" he said coolly, accentuating her name.
All humor left her instantly. "N-no. I'm sorry."
"You've been slacking lately, did you know that?"
She shook her head, not trusting herself any longer to speak. Well, today was certainly not going anywhere near as nicely as her lovely and naughty fantasies from earlier.
"In addition to your atrocious typing errors lately, you spend hours at your desk doing nothing but twirling your hair, you hung up on my mother last week, your desk is cluttered, and I can't even remember the last time you brought me a cup of coffee. What kind of secretary are you?"
A fired one?
Alicia quickly shut up her inner voice before it could tell him exactly what it thought of his mother and held her breath as Neil pushed his chair back and stood, walking slowly around, his eyes never once leaving her trembling form.
"Now, I realize, Ms. Roberts, that you could be working for another company out there with better pay, nicer benefits, and a more amiable boss, but the fact of the matter is that you
chose
to work for me. In fact, if my memory serves me right, you were the one who came to me and practically begged me to hire you as my secretary. Am I right?"
"Y-yes," she replied, her voice barely even a whisper.
"Speak up!"
"Yes."
"But, you know, Ms. Roberts, the worst offense of all, I think, worse than all of that combined, is what I found in the DVD player in the conference room last night."
Her eyes practically bulged out of their sockets. Oh no! No! No! No! How could she have forgotten to remove the disk? Oh god. Her life was over. She would never live this down. Unless... Unless maybe Neil didn't have any idea what the movie was about. Oh God, please...
"Despite its title, I don't believe
Secretary
has any place in this office, do you? Office spankings? Dominance? Submission? I thought you were a good girl, Ms. Roberts."
Crap. He knew.
He knew, and now things would never be the same. He would never look at her the same. How could he? She was a freak; she had to be. Who else would be turned on by that movie?
"But maybe... maybe I was mistaken about you. Maybe you're secretly a bad girl. A bad girl who needs to be punished. Is that what you are, Ms. Roberts?"
Her breath hitched as Neil moved behind her. Oh god, she knew she was in so much trouble, but there was just something about his physical presence so close to her that caused her to turn into a puddle of goo at his feet. Damn her hormones!
She could feel the heat of his body as he pressed it against her, and she didn't care anymore that her breathing was shallow and uneven and that she was close to losing control. She wanted him like she'd never wanted him before—and she'd wanted him a whole heck of a lot over the years!
"Are you a bad girl, Alicia?" he whispered in her ear, his voice going straight to her lower belly and doing all kinds of wonderful things to her girly parts. "Do you think I should punish you?"
Holy freaking cow! Her mind was whirling. This had to be another daydream. It had to be! This was Neil. Neil! The straight-laced, often prudish man who—
"Answer me."
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
Um...
what
? What sort of answer was he looking for here?
Yes... Master? Gah.
I Dream of Jeannie
, she was definitely not.
Yes... Sir? Eh. That wasn't much better. It didn't feel right.
Yes... Daddy? Ha! No. Besides, she had a feeling if she huskily called Neil 'Daddy,' she would burst into a fit of giggles, and she
so
didn't want that happening at the moment. Bursting, yes. Giggles, no.
"Yes, what?" he asked again, much louder and—oh god—authoritative.
"Yes, please," she whispered without thinking.
That answer must've satisfied him because he hummed in response and pressed a feather light kiss to the side of her neck while a certain part of his lower half pressed hard against her bottom.
Oh, yes, please.
Suddenly, Neil left her side, but before she had time to protest, he had shoved the entire contents of his desktop onto the carpeted floor in one fell swoop. Did he expect her to clean that—
She gasped in surprise as he bent her over the desk, her breasts pressing into the cool, hard surface. The next thing she knew, her feet were being pried apart by his until they were at least shoulder-width apart. He then quickly tugged at her skirt, pulling it up and over her behind, leaving her thigh-high stockinged flesh exposed to the air of the small office.
"Tsk. Tsk. You've soaked your pretty panties completely through, Ms. Roberts."
Her breath caught in her throat. This couldn't be Neil. Maybe the client he'd met earlier was actually a space alien and had the real Neil locked up on the Mother Ship where little alien minions were performing sick and twisted experiments on his body while this fake alien Neil was sent here to deliciously torture hers.
Oh man. That sounded ridiculous even to her. But it made more sense than this really being Neil. The man behind her was... god, he was sexy. Not that Neil wasn't, but... this was different. She didn't quite know what was going on, but whatever it was was turning her 'on' buttons as high as they could possibly go.
"Are you okay, Alicia? Am I scaring you?" Now,
that
was the Neil she knew. His whisper was soft and quiet, and it made her heart swell to know that he was worried about her.
Instead of replying, she pushed her ass back into his gloriously hard erection and wiggled, eliciting a low groan from his lips. His hands quickly grabbed her hips, ceasing her movements.
"You
are
a bad girl, aren't you?" His words caressed her insides as his hands moved to caress her flesh.
She bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from moaning like an idiot as he slid her lacy panties down to her knees. There was a pause, far too long for her liking, and she panicked, wondering if he'd changed his mind.
"No! Just do it! Please!,"
her mind begged.
Before she spoke her pleading aloud, his hand came down—hard—onto her ass. The breath left her lungs in a whoosh as she felt a sharp sting on her right cheek.
Smack!
Oh!
Owie.
Smack!
