Page 173 of Hale Damage
I nod, maintaining my serious demeanor. “And after a forensic investigation, I’ve determined they belong to you.”
One of her eyebrows wings up. “What kind of forensic investigation?”
My head tilts to the side, and I regard her standing in front of me. “I used my senses of smell and taste to deduce that these undergarments do, in fact, belong to you.”
Her cheeks flush the most stunning shade of pink. “You sniffed and licked my alleged panties?”
“I did.” Standing, I beckon her closer. She takes two steps until she’s directly in front of me, looking up as I tower over her. “The evidence is irrefutable. You are obviously not wearing panties today, and this is supposed to be a professional workspace.”
“The evidence is circumstantial at best.”
“Which is why I need to perform a more thorough investigation. Put your palms on my desk.” Emerald flecks of lust flare to life in her irises as she turns and does exactly as I asked. “Keep your hands there,” I say, lifting her by the waist and setting her down about a foot from where she’d been, making her bend at the waist.
“This seems highly unorthodox,” she sasses, looking at me over her shoulder.
“Don’t criticize my methods, Ms. Espinoza,” I snap, leaning over her back until my face is an inch from hers. I momentarily drop my angry boss persona. “What’s your safe word, baby?”
The mere mention of a safe word makes a shudder run down her spine. “Rick Astley,” she breathes.
“Good girl,” I praise, kissing her nose before standing and reverting to boss mode. “What’s going to happen is that I’m going to do a manual examination of the situation.”
I reach down and slide my hands slowly up the outside of her thighs, lifting her skirt as I go. When I encounter the lacy tops of her thigh-high stockings, I have to bite back a groan. My favorite part of every day is watching Mindy take off her skirt so I can see her standing in only her sheer, sexy stockings.
“This part of your uniform appears to be in order. Thank your lucky stars you won’t be receiving a punishment for that, at least.”
“P-punishment?” she stammers.
“Bad girls who don’t follow the rules get punished, Ms. Espinoza. You know this, and yet you willingly disobeyed me by not dressing appropriately for work.”
“You haven’t proved anything yet,” she retorts.
I can fucking smell her arousal, and I long to lick up every drop of it, but I want to play with her a bit first… draw out her anticipation until she’s ready to blow.
“Oh, I’m about to,” I assure her, inching my hands up until her skirt is bunched up around her waist. “Exactly as I thought. No panties.”
The globes of her curvy ass are on full display for me now, and it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. I use my foot to widen her legs before dropping to my knees behind her while I caress her incredibly soft skin.
“Now for the real test.” I bury my face in her pussy, making sure to rub my beard against the wet, sensitive flesh there before giving her a long lick that makes her body jolt. “Mmm, I can confirm my suspicions. I’d recognize the sweetness of this cunt anywhere.”
“Oh god, Remi,” she pants.
I tease her clit with quick flicks of my tongue until she’s mewling with need and pushing back against my face to get more. But I don’t give it to her. I feel like edging her a little bit tonight, so I stand.
The look she shoots me over her shoulder would wilt a weaker man, but I simply smile. “Punishment time,” I announce.
“You do realize you’re the one who stole my panties, right? Maybe you need a punishment.”
Leaning over her back, I grind my hard cock against her ass. “I’m being punished every second I’m not inside your perfect body,” I growl in her ear before straightening. My hands smooth over her ass before I draw back my right one and give her a firm spank.
Mindy gasps, her body stiffening for a second before she lowers her chest to the desk.
“Mmm, that’s it, baby. Bend over and stick that ass in the air for me so you can take your punishment like a good fucking girl.”
I swat her other side and then survey the results. My handprints bloom on the skin of each cheek, and something uninhibited rises up inside me, a sense of possession at seeing my mark on her.
“Are you okay?” I ask softly.
“Yes,” she moans. “Do it again.”
