Page 18 of Big Bad Boss: Mated
I reach back with both hands and tug on the tight dress, letting the fabric slide over my hips. I’m wearing a bodysuit. It’s as modest as a one-piece bathing suit, but it’s a pale beige that matches my skin tone, so it gives the illusion that I’m bare-assed to any viewer who isn’t up close.
Above me, Brick breathes heavily. “You’re in deep trouble, now.” He steps close and sets a hand on the small of my back. His dick brushes my backside. “I’m going to show you who’s boss.”
Brick
I stand over my mate, allowing myself a moment to enjoy the sight of her bent over with her ass in the air. Her straight legs in her stilettos give her extra inches that push her bottom up. And the way she slides the dress up, revealing her skin one slow centimeter at a time… I want to tear off her dress and devour her.
Fuck the audience. Fuck all this posing for Thaddeus. I want to be balls deep in my mate. I’ll ride her until her dress is in shreds and she’s limp with pleasure and then bare her shoulder and mark her all over again. My fangs are slick and ready, and my wolf agrees.
I clamp a hand down on her neck, pinning her. She loves to be restrained, and I want her to feel my dominance.
Her hair’s tousled over her face, but I catch a slight curve to her lips. She’s enjoying this.
I let my free hand crash down onto her rear. A gasp flies from Madi’s lips, and she rushes to brace herself against the desk. I spank her again, just as hard, letting her feel the edge of my displeasure. She planned this. She baited me in the dressing room and then wore this dress to push me over the edge. And it worked–focusing me on the game we’re playing. Not the game of vampire-shifter politics, but the game between us.
Without a word, she’s reminded me of the only thing that matters. Our passion. Our love.
The club and the audience fades away. We might as well be the only two people in the world right now. I don’t care about the stage or anyone beyond the circle of spotlights.
Madi’s scent blooms between us, ripe and ready. I’m going to give my mate what she needs and more.
My first strikes were a warning. Now I pepper her skin with careful smacks, making sure to cover every inch of her luscious bottom. Her nude bodysuit covers her sex, but must look salacious to anyone watching, and for that, I intend to turn any exposed skin red.
I finish warming up and return to spanking her hard enough to make my palm tingle. Her ass cheeks are mottled pink. I clap a hand down harder, and she hisses and lets out a throaty moan. But she doesn’t break position or signal that she needs a break. Her eyes flutter closed.
A few more minutes of spanking, and she’ll be well into subspace. My chest swells with the knowledge that she’d trust me this much, that even here, in precarious territory, she can let go.
“You love to tease me, don’t you?” I punctuate my words with an echoing smack to the tender spot under her right buttock. “Strutting around here in these tight dresses. Completely inappropriate workplace attire.” Her right side is red, so I attend to the left. “Tempting me. Who’s in charge around here, little girl?”
“You are.” Her voice is breathy and delicious.
I spank the center of her bottom so hard, she rocks forward on her heels. “I can’t hear you.”
“You are, sir,” she cries.
“That’s right.” I circle her and take a fist full of her hair, drawing her head back slowly, gently. “And who makes the rules?”
“You do.” Her red lips part, and I want to kiss her. But not yet.
“That’s right. I’ll teach you this lesson as many times as it takes. Now thank me for your punishment.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“That’s a good girl.” My voice is so gravelly, it might as well be a growl. I cup the curve of her right cheek and squeeze, and she shudders in pleasure. My cock is swollen in my slacks, and when it pokes her hip, I have to grit my teeth against the need to come. To thrust into her warm, wet center.
Later. I’ll take her later when we’re alone.
Her eyes are heavy-lidded. She licks her lips, and I bite back a groan of my own. I reach for her, pressing two fingers on her plush bottom lip. She opens for me immediately, and I sink my fingers into the hot, wet cave of her mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how you would please me.” Her tongue swirls around my finger. My dick is so swollen I can’t move. I can only shove my fingers further. “That’s it, take me deep. I know you can do it. You take what I give you.” She hums around my fingers, and I pull out before I lose it.
“Good, baby.” I sit in the chair and roll behind her. Her bottom is a work of art, lush and red, a plush peach ready for me to split open. I lean in and get a hit of her scent. I want to bite her. I grab her ass instead, digging my fingers into the punished flesh until she moans. She arches her back and pushes into my palms. “Oh fuck, you’re so perfect for me.”
“Spank me,” she begs. “Punish me. Please, sir.”
“Oh I will.” I slide two fingers along the gusset of her bodysuit. She rises to tiptoe with a high-pitched sigh. “I’m going to tease you like you’ve been teasing me. See how you like it.”
The fabric is sopping wet. I growl and shift my body, so my shoulders block anyone’s view. No one gets to see my mate’s arousal. No one but me.