The Elusive "O" (2 page)

“I have an exercise room I could show you,” he said with a smirk.

She smiled slowly, seductively, she hoped. “Which floor?”

“Eighth.” He turned back and hit the elevator button to go up. They stepped into the elevator and when the doors closed she launched herself at him, the wine still giving her confidence. She backed him into a corner, lips glued to his. He was laughing, one arm wrapped around her waist, one hand squeezing her ass. “You look so hot in these jeans,” he said between kisses.

“Mmm.... do I?” She pulled away at hit the emergency stop button on the elevator. “Have you ever done it in an elevator?”

“Oh, you are a naughty one, aren't you?”

“Mmm hmm, you can spank me for it later,” she murmured, her heart picking up speed with the words. If only he would.
God, please let this be the man who knows how give it to me the way I like it.

“You better believe I'm going to spank you,” he said, his teeth nipping her neck as one hand caressed her breast through her blouse.

“What's the emergency?” a sharp female voice came on over a loudspeaker.

Startled, she shrieked and jumped back away from Josh. He covered his mouth in silent laughter. When she couldn't answer, he said, “Oh, did we press the emergency button? I'm sorry, we were trying to get to the eighth floor.”

“Uh huh,” the call attendant said sarcastically as if she didn't believe him for minute. “Press the button with the number eight on it, then.”

“Oh okay, I'll do that now,” he said innocently, punching the button in question. She leaned back against the elevator wall and drank him in.
He said he was going to spank her.
She hoped it wasn't just talk. When the elevator started up again he cupped her face and tilted her head to the side to kiss her neck. “Now where were we?”

The elevator dinged and the doors swooshed open. He led her out and to his hotel room, tossing his key down on the dresser and kicking his shoes off. “All right, naughty girl,” he said with mock sternness. I want everything off but your panties. I get to pull down your panties myself.”

Her breath left her in a rush, and she felt a contracting of the muscles in her pelvic floor.
This just might be it.
This just might finally be the moment her fantasies become reality. She stripped off her clothes quickly, then didn't know what to do with herself. He didn't leave her hanging.

“Come here,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He held out an arm to her, and drew her to him when she approached. He parted his knees and pulled her to stand between them, holding her hips with both his hands. “What happens to naughty girls?”

She bit her lip, feeling the heat and moisture building between her legs. “They get spanked?” she offered nervously.

“That's right, Molly,” he said silkily, his voice a low purring rumble. “They get spanked.” He pulled her upper body down so that she was lying across one of his knees with her torso resting on the bed. “Do you need a pillow?” he asked solicitously.

She shook her head. She couldn't wait for her spanking.
Oh please, do it now.
Her first spanking after a lifetime of fantasizing. He started the spanking slowly, rubbing in between each smack. It didn't hurt at all-- it just created a delicious sting and tingling and more wetness between her legs. After a while he abandoned the rubbing and picked up speed and the burn started to spread across her bottom. She wriggled a bit in delight. As it started getting too intense, she kicked a leg up and he paused and rubbed. She sighed with pleasure.

Then he slowly pulled her panties down. She nearly orgasmed at that. There was something so hot about having her panties down for a spanking over his lap. He started spanking again, and again the heat and burn built slowly until she started to jump and and squeak a bit as it grew too intense. His fingers slid between her legs. “Somebody's very wet,” he observed.

She groaned. He teased her clit and then pinched it and she climaxed, grinding her hips on his lap. It was her first orgasm with a partner in her whole entire life. He laughed. “That was just too easy,” he drawled and slid his fingers in deeper, in and out, pleasuring her slowly. She arched her back and rolled her bottom toward him, her eyes rolling back with the pleasure of it, her sex more open and wet than it had ever been. He entered her so deeply with his fingers that he tickled the place up on her inner wall that made her go wild as her need became urgent, she bucked her hips and jerked in second glorious climax. He withdrew his fingers and spanked her again a few times.

“Now, little girl,” he said. “I want you to go and stand in the corner and think about your behavior.”

Her brain was too pleasured to process his words at first and she didn't move. He slapped her bottom, hard. “
Now
.”

“Yes, sir!” she stood up off his lap and looked around the room.

He pulled the panties that were still around her thighs all the way off and she stepped out of them. “That corner,” he said, pointing.

“Yes, sir.” She went to the corner he indicated and stood in it, relishing the already diminishing sting on her bottom and the post-orgasm languor that was flowing through her body. She heard him behind her but she didn't turn to look. His hands came up in front of her face and he was holding the silk scarf she'd been using as a belt. He covered her eyes with it and tied it snugly behind her head.

“Hands on the wall,” he commanded. “Spread your legs.”

She obeyed him, growing intensely wet again at the helplessness of her situation. She felt his two hands grip her hips and then the tickle of his stubble between her cheeks. His tongue licked into her and she moaned.

“Push your butt out. More,” he commanded and she arched her back and thrust her pelvis back at him. He grasped her more firmly and used his tongue expertly, stimulating her clit first, then penetrating her, then moving back to her clit. He brought her to her third orgasm and her legs were like jelly.

“Do you have a condom?” she gasped, wanting him to have his pleasure too.

He spanked her once. “Who's in charge of his show?” he asked in a low, sexy voice, right in her ear.

She groaned at the effect his words had on her. “You are,” she moaned.

“That's right. I am. And I do have a condom. But there's something naughty girls always must do after a spanking.”

He put his arm around her waist and turned her around, leading her several steps toward the bed. She heard the scrape of the chair and the zip of his zipper. “On your knees, my little Molly.” There was something very moving about being called his little Molly. Both the use of her name as the possessive turned her on. She knelt down and she heard the scrape of the chair again as he scooted it closer. He guided her head forward and she reached with her hands to help her find his length. He was unbelievably hard and she took him into her mouth slowly, deliberately, enjoying the murmur of approval she heard from him.

The blindfold only heightened her ability to please him-- somehow it took pressure off her-- with the one sense blocked out, she could focus more on her other senses. The feedback of touch first-- the feel of gliding her warm moist mouth up and down his length, playing with how far back she could take him as she worked to relax her gag reflex. The auditory feedback, second-- she reveled in the delight of hearing his moans increase. Finally, the taste of him as he started to come, and she withdrew him from her mouth and used her hand to pump his ejaculation over her breasts.

“Oh you little slut,” he purred approvingly. She smiled up in his direction.

* * *

Jason had never seen anything more beautiful than Molly kneeling before him, blindfolded with her black silk scarf and smiling like a satisfied cat. “You are very good at that,” he told her and her smile grew even broader. He pulled her up and turned her around to sit on his lap. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and teased it with his tongue, nipping a little with his teeth and then clamping his lips down and pulling it. She groaned and arched toward him.

“Did you need another spanking?” he asked her casually, as if he were offering her a glass of wine.

“Yesssss,” she breathed.

“I thought so,” he said. He stood up, bringing her to stand with him and pulled the chair out of the way. He turned her to face the dresser and folded her at the hips. “Elbows on the dresser,” he commanded. She leaned on her elbows. He bent down to his discarded pants and pulled the belt out of the belt loops. Hearing the sound, Molly tensed up. Her smile had faded.

He laid a hand on her back and leaned close to her ear. “Shh. It's all right. This is a very soft and flexible belt and I will be watching you closely. You can just say 'safe word' if you get scared, all right?”

She nodded quickly. He started very, very lightly and enjoyed the show as she rolled her hips back, eager for it. He gradually picked up the intensity and she began to moan with pleasure. “A little harder?” he asked. Although he had done this before, he had a feeling this was her first time and he didn't want to push it.

“Yes.”

He struck her a little harder and after about six swats she started to dance away from him so he stopped and rubbed her reddened cheeks. “Such a perfect little ass,” he murmured.

“Ohhhh,” she answered.

He ripped open a condom and rolled it on, never taking his eyes off Molly's beautiful backside, which was was arching back and waggling from side to side in anticipation. He slapped her bottom. “You are making me crazy with that,” he scolded.

“Mmm, that's the idea,” she said and then moaned softly as he slid into her. He moved slowly at first, taking long strokes all the way in and almost all the way out, making her groan each time he entered her again. He built up a rhythm slowly, enjoying the sensation of her tight sheath. As his excitement began to build, he reached around and pinched one of her nipples while he drove into her, causing her to cry out and climax, with him following not far behind.

He stroked both hands down the long lovely line of her torso, from her breasts, down the sides until he reached her hips, where he gave a gentle squeeze as he withdrew. He could feel she was trembling. He slid the blindfold off her and turned her around, taking her into his arms. She twined her arms around his neck and he scooped her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently before crawling up beside her.

“That. Was. Amazing,” she said. She was lying on her back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Yes, it was,” he agreed.

She rolled into him and laid her head on his shoulder, running her pretty fingernails across the hair on his chest. After a little while she rolled off the bed and started putting her clothes on. He sat up and grasped her around the waist, pulling her back. “Where do you think you're going?”

“I do not want to be doing the walk of shame tomorrow morning and have someone from Gentex see me,” she said.

He thought for a moment. “Give me your key card. I'll go get your running clothes and toothbrush and if anyone sees us in the morning they'll think you just stopped by to pick me up for our run.”

She looked at him doubtfully. He shook his head. “You're not leaving this room and that's final.” He waited to see how that heavy-handed pronouncement was going to go down.

She gave him a slow grin. “Is that right?”

“Yep, I'm in charge here, remember?” he grinned back.

She laid back on the bed. “All right,” she said easily. “If you say so.”

He picked up her purse. “Is it in here? Nevermind, I found it. Room 342, right?” He'd met her there that morning for their run.

“That's right.” She sat up again, watching him put his clothes on. “I need my hairbrush and scrunchy to put my hair in a ponytail in the morning, too.” Then her eyes narrowed. “What happens if someone from Gentex sees you leaving my room at this time of night?” she demanded.

“I won't be seen. I promise.” He gave her a wink and left.

Prowling through her things in her room was more of a turn-on that he'd imagined. She had unpacked her clothes neatly into the hotel dresser drawers, and he took his time examining her pretty panties and bras. He knew she'd want the sports bra for running, but he wasn't sure if she ran in the lacy panties. But no, there were some pretty colored cotton ones, too. He picked a pair of those and then found her running pants and t-shirt in another drawer. The bathroom was easy to navigate-- he grabbed her toothbrush, hairbrush and scrunchy, and then found make-up remover and facial soap. She ran in the “barefoot shoes” that were so popular lately-- the kind with barely any sole and the five toes separated. He found them in the closet. He threw everything in one of the hotel dry cleaning bags and went back to his room. She was curled up on her side fast asleep. He brushed his own teeth and spooned her, enjoying the smell of her thick silky hair.

He woke to the sound of her washing her face and brushing her teeth in the bathroom the next morning and he walked in behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She was in her running gear already, her long hair pulled back into a ponytail. “How's your butt?” he asked, figuring it was best to address their activities from the night before immediately, in case she felt embarrassed or awkward in the light of day.

She grinned at him in the mirror. “Totally fine. Too bad, I was kind of hoping there would be marks.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “That can certainly be arranged,” he said, nipping at her ear with his teeth. He got into his own running clothes and laced up his running shoes. She worked her toes into the five toe holes of her shoes and cinched the elastic cord on them. The morning air smelled fresh and clean. Vancouver was a beautiful city, vibrant with culture and color and fresh with the ocean breezes. They ran in silence for a while, until Molly said, “So...I kind of have a rule about not dating people from work.”

“Me too,” he said. “But I don't have any rules about not spanking them.”

She burst out laughing. “I'm serious, here, Josh. This is probably a bad idea.”

He slowed down to a walk and she reluctantly followed suit. When they'd walked enough to slow their breath, he stopped and pushed her up against the side of the building. “Molly Winters, you blew my mind last night and I'm not going to let you go,” he said, meeting her square in the eye so she knew he was serious. He hoped that because she was turned on by domination, this was a better route that trying to talk about things rationally. Because rationally speaking, he agreed with her. Dating co-workers was always a bad idea.