I pouted as I watched Melanie type away on her laptop. She was so sexy when she was working. She had on her black pajama bottoms and a black sports bra. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and her face wore an expression of concentration. She was an advertising executive at the firm she worked at, and she had to close a deal with some big shoe chain. All of the details were a bit lost on me since I never cared much for business, but she loves it.
So, I watched her sitting at her desk, putting finishing touches on her "pitch" and wished that she would pitch a few things my way. These past few weeks, I'd barely gotten any. When she gets wrapped up in one of her accounts, she kinda shuts off the love machine. "It's not that I don't want to, I've just got so much work to do, she'd tell me. It's these times that frustrate me the most. Normally, we're at it like rabbits, but sometimes, she takes on a big account and turns into a work horse.
I decided to try just one more time, see if I could get her to come to bed with me. After all, she told me that the details were pretty much done, and that she "just wanted to be sure" that everything was in order. Knowing her, that meant that she was improving something that was already perfect.
I walked over behind her and wrapped my arms around her, bending down to whisper in her ear.
"Come to bed, baby."
"Not tonight sweetie."
"But baby, I want you. I need you." I tried licking my way from her ear to her collarbone, and felt her shudder.
"I can't. The big day is tomorrow, and this is a million dollar contract," she told me, but I could feel her resolve weaken.
"But, baby, I really want you to." I kissed her ear.
"Sorry baby, I'll be down here for a while. But, don't let me keep you." With that, she was back to her work. I sulked back to the room and fell into a restless sleep.
The next day, I woke up and fixed her breakfast. I knew that she would be a bit nervous, so I tried to ease her mind and feed her tummy.
When she came down in her suit, looking all business, I wanted to jump on her right then, but I resisted.
We ate and talked about a friend's birthday coming up and what we should get him. Then, she finished, and I walked her to the door.
"Good today luck baby." I said, giving her a kiss and a squeeze on the butt. Then she was off to work. I watched the way her behind looked in her skirt as she walked away. Damn, if I didn't get some of her soon, I'd go mad!
I'm a painter, and I work out of a studio in the back of our house. So, I finished up my breakfast, cleaned the dishes and walked to the studio. At first it was a little hard to concentrate, thinking about Melanie and the hope that I could get some that night. But, soon I was painting away.
Later that afternoon, when I was well into my painting, someone grabbed me from behind. I could feel something hard pushing up against the small of my back. Of course, I screamed as loud as I could. I was filled with fear and regret. Why hadn't I locked the door when I came in? Now this monster was in my studio and about to do something horrible to me.
"Shhhh...No one can hear you, and you're mine now anyway." Said a voice, and the intruder bit my neck. Immediately I was aroused. Melanie must have come home early after her meeting. I loved it when she got rough like this.
"Bend over," she said, then pushed me against the table and kicked my legs apart. She leaned over and hissed into my ear, "You like this, don't you?"
All I could do was moan and nod. Melanie had such a power over me; I just couldn't resist her.
"I know you do, you little slut." She said, and shoved my sweatpants and underwear down past my knees. She rubbed my butt, her hands felt so hot. I pushed back against them, trying to feel more, but she moved them away. She pulled my hair, forcing my head back.
"Did I tell you that you could do that?"
"N-No, you didn't."
"No what?" Ooh! She was really taking charge today.
"No ma'am." I was so turned on, I had to struggle to stay standing.
"I didn't think so," she said, "That was a bad thing you did. So, what should I do to you?"
I had mentioned wanting to try submission, but Mel didn't seem to take it to heart. I was thrilled by the thought that she would actually spank me. By now, I'm sure she could smell my arousal and if she had put her hand between my legs, she'd have felt it too.
"I think you need to be punished," she said, rubbing hand against my bottom.
"No. Please no!" I said, knowing she'd do it anyway.
"Oh, I have to. How else will you learn?"
I just whimpered and poked my butt out a little more.
