Free Surrender: Fantasies Unleashed 3 by Mara Leigh

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    At least he’d moved on to criticizing Peter, now, but he was never as hard on the others as he was on me. With them, his critiques seemed dispassionate, impersonal. In contrast, every word he spoke to me could strip me naked, lash into my bare skin and penetrate my body and soul.
    Only halfway listening to him, I reached for my water to douse the hot flames rising inside me. I knew how I felt around Bennett wasn’t entirely his fault, but admitting it didn’t make me any less frustrated.
    This too shall pass, I thought. In another year, two at most, I’d be ready to head out on my own. I’d launch my own marketing consultancy and be out from under the heavy thumb of Bennett Gold and never have to see him again. Or better, I’d trample him. Win contracts against him. Reverse the humiliation game. Make him feel small.
    Yes! I’d give him a taste of his own medicine.
    I could picture it right now. I’d do it here in this room with its glass walls so all the junior staff and admin assistants could watch; I’d take him down a few dozen notches; I’d relish seeing him as vulnerable in front of this group as he makes me feel.
    If I were his boss, I’d make him crawl naked across the table for me. I’d tease and torture him, tickling and slapping his balls and cock until he was ready to explode. Then I’d shame him if he did.
    “Pants off,” I’d say, and the whole room would watch, secretly overjoyed with schadenfreude as he got his comeuppance. They’d respect me for not only my superiority in business, but also for my control over Bennett. I’d be doing what each of them had only imagined.
    “But Gina,” he’d plead. “I did my best. How was I to know that the client’s mistress didn’t like kittens, and she’d force him to reject the entire campaign after we’d spent hundreds of thousands on the artwork and television spots? It’s not my fault, Gina. Most people like kittens.”
    “Bennett,” I’d say, standing and leaning onto the table, “if you need help, just ask. How could you possibly order artwork without first reading the minds of everyone involved? Reading the minds of their spouses, families and lovers?”
    I’d shake my head and shoot him a shaming look. “Bennett, it’s important that you learn your lesson so you won’t make the same mistake again.”
    He’d keep his gaze on me, his expression contrite, as he undid his belt and fly and stepped out of his pants to reveal the thick, long bulge in his briefs to the rest of the room. I’d make him reveal his dirty secret: how much he wants me in spite of my scolding. How he worships me in spite of my derision. How my constant admonishments have made him so fucking hard.
    I’d make him feel like I always do.
    “Underwear?” I’d say, staring at his crotch. “Do I need to tell you everything ?”
    Cheeks flaming, he’d continue to watch me as he removed his red briefs—no, leopard print—his cock leaping forward to divide the tails of his white dress shirt.
    “On the table.” I’d walk toward him. “Kneel. Hands up behind your head.”
    Like a dutiful servant, he’d mount the table, kneeling up with his hands laced behind his head so his biceps would flex. I’d lift the back of his shirt to admire his ass, kneading the tight muscles, slapping them a few times. Then, lifting a ruler I’d smack that taut butt, making red marks on the muscled flesh, watching his cock bounce as I delivered each blow.
    If he so much as whimpered or moved, I’d do it again and again until he learned to stay still, until he’d learned his lesson, then I’d balance the ruler on his cock, and leading him by his tie, I’d make him shuffle around the table to present himself to the others. Each time the ruler dropped, I’d slap his cock with it. He’d spend time in front of everyone, and I’d let them tug, or lick, or slap his hard cock and ass.
    And through all this, I’d continue the meeting as if he were merely office equipment,