Free Submitting to the Boss by Jasmine Haynes

anything
decent.”
    “I don’t want to hear excuses.” He shot out
an arm and pointed to his desk. “Bend”—his voice held a sharp
edge—“over.”
    Ruby swallowed. She hadn’t figured on wanting
another spanking, but the desire rushed up on her, took over. Her
skin burned for his touch. Still, she couldn’t let him know
that. “I wore what you told me to. I should get points for
that.”
    Her blood sizzled as his gaze raked her body,
from the blouse and camisole to the wraparound skirt to the
stockings and high heels. “You don’t get points for doing what
you’re supposed to,” he said. “You only get punished for screwing
it up. And if I have to tell you one more time, you won’t sit down
for a week.”
    Ruby pursed her lips primly, a bit like
Jessica Muffet, if she did say so herself. “Well, I think it’s
grossly unfair.”
    “Bend over my desk,” he said again, his voice
stern. “Or I’ll bind your wrists with rubber bands.”
    Rubber bands? It was probably all he had
handy with which to threaten her. “Rubber bands will hurt.” They’d
pull on the tiny hairs.
    Holt raised an eyebrow, his look devilish.
“Then bend over.”
    “Fine, whatever.” She groused a little, but
her pulse was racing. She heard the rush of it in her ears as she
did what he ordered, pushing aside the pencil holder and leaning
her elbows on the desk.
    She felt him lean over her. “I love the
skirt,” he said into her hair.
    “You picked it out,” she answered, with the
hint of a duh in it.
    “Take it off, or just lift it over your ass?”
he mused.
    “Are you asking me?”
    He laughed softly, a puff of air against the
sensitive skin of her ear. Ruby suppressed a shiver.
    He uttered the punch line: “What you want
doesn’t count.”
    What he didn’t know was that she’d take anything he gave. Everything he gave.
It didn’t matter. She hadn’t even bothered to ask
him where he’d been this morning, or who he was with. She’d told
him he’d never spank her again, then at the snap of his fingers,
she reversed herself. Oh Ruby, you are so far
gone.
    He stroked her ass. She closed her eyes. Then
she felt the press of his hand beneath her stomach, and he tugged
on the skirt’s tie. He released it, tugged, and the material
fluttered to the carpet. Cool air-conditioning caressed her heated
flesh.
    He straightened away from her, and for a
moment there was only the sound of his breath, a little fast,
harsh. Needy.
    “ Very good girl,” he praised.
“Stockings and no panties,” he added softly. “Perfect choice.”
    Holt smacked her ass hard before she had a
chance to prepare, and Ruby couldn’t think fast enough to hold back
the deep moan of pleasure.
     
     

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Ruby had a magnificent ass. The imprint of
his hand blossomed against her creamy skin. Her sweetness coated
his palm. Holt licked it off.
    She was delicious, her come the sweetest
ambrosia. “Once isn’t enough,” he said softly. “You just don’t
learn your lesson.” He swatted her again, and Ruby writhed on his
desk.
    He took her ass over and over, lingering with
each slap, letting his fingers wander across the lips of her sex,
testing, wanting. Ruby started moaning with the first whack, and
she hadn’t stopped. He could make her come this way. He would make her come like this.
    Saturday night he’d barely been able to let
her go without fucking her, but they weren’t ready for their big
climax yet. He had so much more to do first, so many delectable
things leading up to it. After she’d gone, he’d stood in the
workout room and steeped himself in her sexual scent, mesmerized
himself by replaying the images, teased himself with what was still
to come. Until finally he’d succumbed to her lure, stroking his
cock for relief.
    She would love to know he’d jerked off to
thoughts of her. Like a teenage boy.
    She’d love knowing, too, that even as he
punished her, it was only with an iron will that he kept himself
from