The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44: SPANKING HER

Finnegan

My rules had kept this company running for twenty years. It took Abigail Kellerman mere seconds to dismantle all of them.

This was a mistake.

She was bent over my desk, skirt shoved up around her waist, her ass, that perfect infuriating magnificent ass, tipped up toward me barely covered in black lace panties that teased and taunted me, begging to be ripped.

This is your employee, a rational part of my brain argued.

But my left hand came down on her ass anyway, spanking the plump soft cheeks with a loud smack. She cried out, her back arching sharply, fingers gripping the desk surface.

"M-Mr Wolfe!" She gasped. "What do you think you’re doing-"

"Showing you an asshole," I spat, reaching past her and slammed a button on the desk.

The glass walls of my office went opaque. This was crossing a line. Screw that, this was crossing several lines. She shifted her hips, pushing them back, seeking my hand and the warning bells in my head faded into the background.

I spanked her ass hard, again, my palm cracking against the soft skin.

"Ohhh," She moaned, writhing under my other hand that pinned her down to the desk. My cock lurched so violently against my trousers it was genuinely painful.

Her ass flushed pink beneath my palm, warm and yielding, jiggling with each smack and Christ, she arched into the next strike before it landed, her back curving, hips tipping up to meet my hand.

Responsive. So damned responsive. I’d forgotten all about teaching her a lesson and wanted to hear that tiny whimper she made, again. I wanted more, more sounds, more spilling from her lips, her scent, her sounds driving me insane.

She works for you, my mind argued. I did not fraternize with employees. I did not, no matter how fucking gorgeous they were.

I spanked her again, growling in anger at her and at myself.

"Finn,"

My teeth bared, gritting against each other.

She had called my name in that low moan and it ran down my spine in hot licks. My hand shot forward, wrapping around the back of her neck and pressing her cheek against the surface.

Her ass pushed farther up. My knee found the inside of her thigh and pushed, making her legs spread wider.

This was a catastrophic mistake. She was my employee. My employee whose lace panties were so drenched,they clung to her pussy lips, showing me an outline of it. I dropped a slap right over it.

"Fuck!" She whimpered breathlessly, her knuckles white as she gripped the desk.

"More,"

"More?!" I hissed, delivering rapid smacks on her cunt, the heavy heady scent of her filling my nose as she squealed and screamed while I punctuated my words with each spank.

"Is. This. What. You. Want?"

"Finn!"

Fuck me. How did she always smell so fucking good.

Walk away. Right now. Before this becomes something you cannot undo.

"What?" I growled, letting go of the panties with a snap. "You can’t possibly want more from this ’asshole’, do you? What exactly does that make you, then?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Just a little more, I would stop, soon, I fucking swear it, but just a little more.

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