SpankingMyBoss by Heidi Lynn Anderson Page A

had never felt so alive. Oh how his dick had
burned to be inside her. Dan had finally found a new level of power and
control.
    He remembered how Jen screamed with pure bliss when he’d
used his bullwhip on her smooth back. With every plea she’d made for him to
stop, he’d whipped her harder, until beads of blood glistened like rubies
against her porcelain skin. His cock grew hard again at the memory.

Chapter Two
     
    Dan opened the large double doors to Jen’s office. She knelt
on the floor in his favorite red corset. His fingers itched to pinch the
rosebud-colored nipples peeking over the top of her outfit. He swallowed and
forced himself to speak.
    “Hello, Jen.”
    “Master.”
    Dan drank in her flushed cheeks, downcast eyes and folded
hands, then saw she wasn’t wearing panties. Lust flooded him. He closed the
door and walked to her desk.
    “I hear you were a bad girl today.”
    Her body trembled with anticipation. “No, Master, I did what
you asked.”
    He yanked open the bottom desk drawer and found all their
playthings. “Yeah, but you upset people in the office.” Dan scanned the items,
picked up a leather-stranded flogger, wooden paddle and a bottle of lube. “You
have to work on that.”
    “I will, Master.”
    He strode back to Jen. “Look at me,” he demanded.
    Her sharp blue eyes gazed up at him and a lust-filled spike
stabbed him in the gut. Dan ran his hand down her arm. Goose bumps dotted her
soft skin and she shivered. He moved his palm up her arm over her shoulder and
wrapped his fingers into her golden hair. He tugged hard on the silky strands.
God he loved this woman.
    She winced and her sexy eyes glistened. “Please, Master.”
    “You like this, don’t you?”
    “Yes, Master.” Her words fueled his desire.
    Loosening his grip, he let the fine strands run over his
palm. She would give him everything before the night was done, he thought as he
gazed down at her. They both knew what he needed from her and they both knew
she wouldn’t give it to him without a fight.
    “Too bad. Now I’ll have to make you hate it,” he said, and
walked back to her desk.
    Dan reopened the bottom drawer. He fished out a black sateen
blindfold, wrist and ankle cuffs and her favorite nipple clamps, placing everything
on the desk. A flush moved up Jen’s neck. Her stiff nipples puckered into rock-hard
nubs. He wanted nothing more than to nip at the tasty morsels and make her
scream his name.
    Dan’s dick swelled even harder. Toeing off his loafers, he
unfastened his pants. He pulled them off and laid them on her desk chair. Jen’s
tongue licked her full red lips, making his blood heat to a boil. “You’re such
a dirty whore. You want to suck me off, don’t you?”
    Her eyes lowered. “Yes Sir.”
    It took every ounce of control he had not to run to her and
beg her do just that. “Come here, bitch,” he said, steeling his resolve.
    A flush colored her cheeks and she crawled on her hands and
knees to kneel in front of him.
    “Do you like it when I call you bitch?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “What about cunt or slut?”
    Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. “I like it a lot,
Master.”
    “What do you like, Jen?”
    “I love the way those names sound coming from your mouth.”
    “What does it do to you, Jen?”
    “It makes me so wet, I could come.”
    “What else makes your cunt drip?”
    “When you hurt and degrade me.”
    He lifted her chin and leaned down, kissing her forehead.
“You know what gets me off?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Make it good, bitch.”
    Jen gripped his hips, her fingernails digging into his flesh
and almost drawing blood. He sucked in a new wave of desire and wrapped his
hand in her hair. Jen cried out.
    “Do that again, cunt, and I’ll give you something to scream
about.”
    “Fuck you.” She her nails in dug in harder.
    He slapped her across the face, knowing that was what she
wanted from him. They’d been playing this game for a long time, and the end
result was