I will not be late.
I will not be late.
I will not be late.
*
At five on the dot I rapped on the door and waited for Mr. Stone to call me in.
And waited.
And waited.
I stood there for five minutes before I decided to push open the door. Mr. Stone sat behind his giant polished desk glaring at me with his blue-green eyes.
"I have what you want. Sir," I said and waved the yellow legal pad.
He seemed to snap out of a trance then and his features softened.
"Come here," he commanded.
I walked in, making sure to keep my eye on where I was going. No way was I going to trip over on the rug in front of him again. Even so, I was slinking just a little and swaying my hips. If this was any other man I'd fallen for at work I'd be flirting with him in the break room, finding excuses to be around him, touching him lightly on the arm and smiling, brushing my breasts against him oh so accidentally...
He held out his hand for the pad. I handed it over and he looked through the pages. He was actually reading the lines and counting them!
"Next time put a number at the beginning of each line," he said and handed the pad back.
Next time? He was going to be assigning me lines again rather than punishing me the way he had, the way I wanted.
"I have an important phone call soon. I will need you to listen in and take notes via your intercom. Understand?"
"Yes sir."
He nodded toward the door. I stood up and walked out, unable to stop my hips from swaying. But again, in all the reflections I could see of him, he didn't look up.
*
Half an hour later and there was no phone call. I thought about heading out for another lap around the internet but really, nothing interesting had happened in the last ten minutes that I needed to see. I also had access to every record and file I'd ever want but there was no way I was going to start browsing before Mr. Stone gave me instructions on what to look for. That would be a guaranteed way to get fired.
I sat back in my chair and closed my eyes. My stomach was already hinting that perhaps it was time for food. Normally I'd be out of the office by five and there is this amazing soft pretzel cart halfway home. Just thinking about it made my stomach rumble.
I relaxed and let my mind wander. Mr. Stone spanking me, a delicious hot pretzel, the scratched-up antique coffee table I'd bought three weeks ago that I planned to varnish, Ms. Green the phantom HR person, Mr. Stone whispering in my ear that he wanted me...
"Ms. Neri..."
I opened my eyes to find Mr. Stone watching me and I suddenly realized I must have been asleep or on the edge of it. It was after six. The sun was setting and heavy rainclouds had massed over the city.
"Your call," I said, trying to straighten clothes and hair at the same time. It was a futile task: my hair had escaped its tie and my skirt had decided to hike itself halfway up my legs.
"It didn't happen," he said, sounding annoyed. "It's time to go home."
He stood there watching me as I scrambled to gather my things and turn my computer off. His face was unreadable. Was he waiting for me? Was he just being polite? Once I finally had everything together I followed him to the elevator and we stood there in silence waiting for it to arrive. Finally, about three eternities later, it arrived and I followed him in.
In the confined space, his scent seemed to magnify and sweep over me. I forgot about being hungry, forgot about feeling awkward. What if he just grabbed my hair and forced me down on my knees. Made me open my mouth and unzipped his pants...
"It's quite late. I will give you a ride home."
My mind reassembled the sentence into something far hotter and it took me a moment to respond properly.
"It's not far, I'll walk."
"Most people know better than to turn down a request from their boss."
I glanced at his reflection in the elevator doors but his face was smooth and his gaze level. Was he joking or annoyed?
We reached the bottom and the doors opened. He stepped out and I followed him. Then he turned on the spot so quickly I almost ran into him.
"One last time Delilah. Come with me."
I could barely think straight with the barrage of thoughts going through my mind. The closeness of his body was short-circuiting me. I was getting hot and between my legs I could feel myself getting wet. I swallowed and looked down at the floor but caught myself glancing at the front of his black suit pants and the leather of his belt. I closed my eyes.
"I'll walk. Thank you for the offer."
"Very well," he said and stepped around me. I heard him enter the elevator and the doors close. I opened my eyes with a sigh of relief and felt myself break out in perspiration. I couldn't control myself around him. I had to remember why I was here. It wasn't to be spanked. It wasn't to be fucked. It wasn't to have him pull me to my knees and make me open my mouth...
I shook myself out of that idea, swiped my security card and walked outside, the door locking behind me with a double beep. In time with the final beep the storm-clouds above the city decided to let go. The dark night turned into a dark and wet night instantly. The rain was like a vertical wall of water and I shivered as the temperature dropped.
I turned around and tried to swipe back in but the digital lock beeped and refused to open. A message scrolled across it: Access denied until 7am. There goes the idea of sitting inside until it cleared up. I looked up and down the street to see if there were any taxis. Not that I had the money to afford one. And traffic would be guaranteed to be bad in this weather so I'd end up paying double just to sit in a jam while staying dry.
I decided to make a run for it. There were a few trees and around the corner some shops had overhanging roofs. Not that it mattered with the wind that seemed intent on blowing the rain sideways.
Okay, one ... two ...
A black BMW pulled up at the curb in front of me and the passenger door opened. It was Mr. Stone.
"Delilah, come with me," he commanded.
He was watching me as though he was daring me to say no. I hesitated and that was enough for him to leap out of his car in the pouring rain and walk towards me.
"Your suit!" I cried out and then gave another yelp as he bent down and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder.
"But," I started to say and then yelped once more as he swatted me on the rear.
"I told you to come with me," he said and swatted me once more before he turned around to face his car. I could see myself in the reflected windows of the Stone-Black building. My top blouse button had come undone and I was showing a lot of cleavage. My momentary coolness from stepping outside had vanished now that Mr. Stone had me slung over his shoulder like a caveman. My body was responding to him and the sting of his hand on my ass was nothing compared to the heat I felt in my pussy. I could feel the strength of his body and his hand on my lower back.