gift for him between her widespread thighs.
His eyes shifted upward, grazing her belly and breasts before meeting her gaze. “Very good, Miss Langston. It appears you can follow the rules if you put your mind to it, can’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” The breathiness of her voice gave away her excitement. Somehow, having to hold her panties in place at his command, seemed naughtier than having removed them completely.
“Tuck the hem of your skirt into your waist band and then unbutton your blouse. I want to see if you’re wearing a bra against my instructions.”
“I’m not, sir.”
“Prove it. Do as you’re told.”
Damn. Was that a growl or a purr? She couldn’t tell, but either way, her pussy spasmed in response, liking what she heard. Obediently, she unfastened the three remaining buttons and allowed the sides of her blouse to fall open, baring the inner curves of her breasts.
“Lovely. Knot it like you had it. No buttons. Then come down here. The panties are to stay in place.”
As he spoke, he rose from behind the large wooden desk and moved out in front. Leaning his backside against it, he crossed his arms and waited. Incredibly sexy in a tailored suit, Lanie found him even sexier when dressed down in jeans, appreciating the way the denim clung to his muscular thighs. He wore a fitted button down shirt in a dark hunter green. Untucked, the long lines of the shirt against the dark denim, made him appear taller. He’d rolled up the cuffs, which exposed his defined forearms. Ethan was fit. He worked out daily, playing basketball or racquetball with friends several days a week, and it showed. Mouth watering, she gobbled him up with her eyes.
“Miss Langston?”
She blinked. Pulling her attention away from his arms, she looked up, noting his brow quirked in question. Had he asked a question?
Unfolding his arms, he crooked a finger at her in a come here motion. “You keep piling on the demerits. You’ve got ten seconds or the punishment you’ve already earned will be doubled.”
Hurriedly, she re-tied her blouse, coming down the broad steps as gracefully as could while hobbled at the knees with a pair of panties. It wasn’t easy keeping them in place and not taking a header onto the hard tile, but at last, she made it, coming to a stop in front of him.
“I’m sorry for being so distracted, sir. And for the panties.”
“What else have you done wrong, Miss Langston?”
Fully engrossed in his role, his face was stern as he taught his lesson. Despite his firm demeanor, she could see the warmth and affection in his eyes. Without it, she would find it difficult to maintain her composure. Still, she scrambled for an answer. “Well… I disobeyed your instructions and um, dawdled, several times.”
“All minor offenses. What is the most egregious transgression that must be addressed, and severely.”
“Uh…” She replayed everything since she’d walked in the room, but was stumped.
“Think hard. You’re a bright girl. What did I say we’d discuss when you got here?”
“Texting and driving? But I was stuck in traffic.”
“You were at a dead stop then?”
Shit. She hadn’t been, but they weren’t going more than two or three miles per hour at most. Still, technically, she’d broken the rule. She suddenly found her hands very interesting as she shook her head to say no.
“I didn’t think so. Bumper to bumper traffic can stop on a dime which means you have to be more vigilant.” He lifted her chin with a crooked finger until she was looking at him. “What was your promise to me about driving?”
“Follow the speed limit, always wear my seatbelt, only hands free talk on the phone if necessary, and absolutely no texting while driving.”
“Perfect. Obviously this wasn’t a case of not understanding the rules.” He stood up, grasping her hips to keep her in place, and while staring into her eyes, he stepped into the crotch of her panties. In one firm motion, the strained
His eyes shifted upward, grazing her belly and breasts before meeting her gaze. “Very good, Miss Langston. It appears you can follow the rules if you put your mind to it, can’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” The breathiness of her voice gave away her excitement. Somehow, having to hold her panties in place at his command, seemed naughtier than having removed them completely.
“Tuck the hem of your skirt into your waist band and then unbutton your blouse. I want to see if you’re wearing a bra against my instructions.”
“I’m not, sir.”
“Prove it. Do as you’re told.”
Damn. Was that a growl or a purr? She couldn’t tell, but either way, her pussy spasmed in response, liking what she heard. Obediently, she unfastened the three remaining buttons and allowed the sides of her blouse to fall open, baring the inner curves of her breasts.
“Lovely. Knot it like you had it. No buttons. Then come down here. The panties are to stay in place.”
As he spoke, he rose from behind the large wooden desk and moved out in front. Leaning his backside against it, he crossed his arms and waited. Incredibly sexy in a tailored suit, Lanie found him even sexier when dressed down in jeans, appreciating the way the denim clung to his muscular thighs. He wore a fitted button down shirt in a dark hunter green. Untucked, the long lines of the shirt against the dark denim, made him appear taller. He’d rolled up the cuffs, which exposed his defined forearms. Ethan was fit. He worked out daily, playing basketball or racquetball with friends several days a week, and it showed. Mouth watering, she gobbled him up with her eyes.
“Miss Langston?”
She blinked. Pulling her attention away from his arms, she looked up, noting his brow quirked in question. Had he asked a question?
Unfolding his arms, he crooked a finger at her in a come here motion. “You keep piling on the demerits. You’ve got ten seconds or the punishment you’ve already earned will be doubled.”
Hurriedly, she re-tied her blouse, coming down the broad steps as gracefully as could while hobbled at the knees with a pair of panties. It wasn’t easy keeping them in place and not taking a header onto the hard tile, but at last, she made it, coming to a stop in front of him.
“I’m sorry for being so distracted, sir. And for the panties.”
“What else have you done wrong, Miss Langston?”
Fully engrossed in his role, his face was stern as he taught his lesson. Despite his firm demeanor, she could see the warmth and affection in his eyes. Without it, she would find it difficult to maintain her composure. Still, she scrambled for an answer. “Well… I disobeyed your instructions and um, dawdled, several times.”
“All minor offenses. What is the most egregious transgression that must be addressed, and severely.”
“Uh…” She replayed everything since she’d walked in the room, but was stumped.
“Think hard. You’re a bright girl. What did I say we’d discuss when you got here?”
“Texting and driving? But I was stuck in traffic.”
“You were at a dead stop then?”
Shit. She hadn’t been, but they weren’t going more than two or three miles per hour at most. Still, technically, she’d broken the rule. She suddenly found her hands very interesting as she shook her head to say no.
“I didn’t think so. Bumper to bumper traffic can stop on a dime which means you have to be more vigilant.” He lifted her chin with a crooked finger until she was looking at him. “What was your promise to me about driving?”
“Follow the speed limit, always wear my seatbelt, only hands free talk on the phone if necessary, and absolutely no texting while driving.”
“Perfect. Obviously this wasn’t a case of not understanding the rules.” He stood up, grasping her hips to keep her in place, and while staring into her eyes, he stepped into the crotch of her panties. In one firm motion, the strained
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