Page 86 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
Finally, Langston—damn it, I feared I was never going to get used to this—returned and he was once again sitting at his desk, his fingers hovering over his keyboard. I did my best to keep my eyes cast downward, but it was difficult. My knees and hips ached something fierce, my feet had long ago fallen asleep under my ass, and my back was throbbing from the position.
It was now after five and I should’ve been gearing up to head home, but I knew better than to move from where I was.
“I’m heading out,” Justin said, stepping into the doorway. “Need anything before I go?”
“No,” Langston—or rather, Master—told him. “I’m good.”
“All right then. See you both in the morning.”
I noticed that Justin did not speak to me directly.
“Actually,” Master called out, “is Ben still here?”
“He is,” Justin confirmed.
“Would you two mind coming in here for a few minutes?”
He sounded somewhat hesitant when he said, “Not at all. Let me grab him.”
Master picked up the phone and dialed someone. “I need you in my office.”
A few minutes later, Ben, Justin, and Landon strolled in. I heard their footsteps pause near the door.
“Have a seat on the couch.” Although Master didn’t phrase it as a question, it came out as a request, not a command.
They did so without saying a word.
I saw Master’s shoes appear in front of me, but I didn’t move.
“Stand up, pet.”
Thankfully, Master offered his hand and assisted me to my feet. My body was in outrage from the position and it took a moment to get my legs sturdy enough to hold me up. Surprisingly, Master didn’t rush me; however, I sensed that he wasn’t going to be overly patient.
Once I was standing on my own, Master took my hand and led me over to the sofa opposite the other three.
He took a seat and then turned me to face him before pulling me face down over his knee.
“What are you doing?” I squealed, trying to move off him. I mean, I could tolerate a lot, and I was all for the sexual games, but this… No way.
Surprised by the sudden movement, I planted my palms and toes on the floor, holding myself up as best as I could, absolutely shocked that he’d do something like that.
“Be still,” he commanded.
I’d never heard his voice so low. It caused me to still instantly.
It took effort, but I reined in my outrage. Although I was highly embarrassed, I was also curious as to what Master had planned for me. Clearly, he hadn’t been making idle threats about punishment. I simply wondered how much I was going to like it. I figured it would be hit-or-miss if I based it on the books that I’d read.
Master rested his hand on my butt. It was warm and I silently willed him to move it between my legs. Despite the fact that I was angry with him for making me kneel beside his desk for two hours, I was turned on by his touch.
“Yesterday, I instructed Luci to be in my office at three o’clock this afternoon. I asked that she kneel by my desk and wait for my arrival. When I got here, she was at her desk, not where I instructed her to be. Isn’t that correct, pet?”
“Yes, si—I mean, yes, Master.”
“Direct disobedience requires punishment.” His hand squeezed my ass cheek. “I should go for at least twenty, but we’ll start out easy.”
Easy? What did he consider easy?
Only then did I realize what his intentions were. It actually made me hot to think about Master spanking me. Seriously. These were sexual games we were playing, so I knew whatever he had in mind was going to be enjoyable. It wasn’t like he would intentionally—
Smack.
“Ouch!” I screamed, trying to move off his legs again. That was far from enjoyable.
“Do not move,” he growled roughly.
I stilled, my ass smarting from his hand.
“Count for me, pet.”
“Count? Count what? I don’t—”
Smack.
I screamed when his hand landed on the opposite cheek, fire burning into my skin.
“I didn’t hear you.”
Then it all made sense. He wanted me to count how many times he spanked me. Talk about humiliating.
“Do you want me to start over?”
I shook my head adamantly and breathed out roughly. Although that was technically the second swat, I started from the beginning. “One.”
Smack.
I swallowed hard. “Two.”
Smack.
“Three.” I sucked in a breath as tears formed in my eyes. The man wasn’t holding anything back.
Smack.
“Four.” At this point, I was sobbing, the pain so great I thought I would lose it any second.
Smack.
“Five.”
Master’s hand caressed my ass, making it burn more from his touch. I was crying uncontrollably now. I knew Ben, Justin, and Landon were all watching, but it didn’t matter.
“I’m going to give you five more,” Master informed me. “You do not need to count.”
Five more? There was no way I would survive—
