Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Angel.”
The annoyance and heat in my snapped nickname immediately caught her attention. Ari looked back at me with surprise before her demeanor settled into something more demure. Bashful. Submissive.
I knew what she needed.
“Sorry, Lotto,” she apologized softly. “I’m just… overwhelmed.”
“I know.” I moved closer, fiddling with the cufflinks of my dress shirt. “And I’m going to help you.” I rolled up my sleeves to my elbows and circled around her. She stood up a bit straighter, letting me pull her hair away from her shoulders. “Go to the filing cabinet, get the policy, and bend over the desk.”
“What?”
“Don’t question me.” I wrapped my hand around her hair and tugged her head back to look at me. “Do it.”
Her glossy eyes practically fucking sparkled and flushed my body hot. While I loved being in control, I loved being trusted to be in control even more. Ari gave me that trust and more, her sultry gaze telling me everything I needed to know. She slipped from my grasp so she could root around in the filing cabinet and tug a manila folder out of the drawer, and bent over the side of her desk. Her yoga pants clung to her firm ass and her shirt rode up, giving me a teasing glimpse of her silky skin.
I couldn’t wait to make my mark on her.
“Dial the number,” I ordered and hooked my hands around her waistband. “For every thirty seconds you’re on hold, I’ll spank you once and get harder each time. Don’t you dare make a sound or you’ll be punished.” I tugged her pants down so fast Ari gasped. “And if you dare apologize to those fucking assholes, there will be consequences. Do you understand me, angel?”
The edge in my voice made her shiver, and she wiggled her hips to get closer to my body. “Yes, Lotto.”
Ari dialed the number for the insurance company and set the phone on speaker in front of her. Before the automated response even rang through the phone, I slapped her right ass cheek. Her gasp and the fleshy slap covered up the robotic greeting. I rubbed the spot I slapped, counted to thirty in my head as she went through the operating menu, and slapped her left ass cheek a little bit harder. Ari let out a little choked off whine before going dead silent. As I rubbed the blossoming red mark on her ass, I leaned close so she could feel my hardening cock against the back of her thigh.
“Did you just make a sound, angel?”
“No!” Her voice was as shaky as the fingers touching her screen. “Must have heard wrong.”
I slapped her right cheek again, the sting ringing in the air. “Don’t lie to me, angel.”
“It hasn’t been thirty seconds!” She gasped. “That’s not fair—”
I smacked her left cheek just as hard, squeezing and kneading her reddened flesh. “Now it has.”
“You’re the worst,” she said, but I didn’t miss how her hips swiveled back for more, or the glint of her juices on her folds as she did.
I lost count of how many times I slapped her ass. Insurance companies were the worst at wait times, which gave me plenty of time to wreck Ari’s flesh. When an agent finally fucking answered, her ass was completely red and covered in my fleshy fingerprints.
“Yes, hello, I’m calling about—”
The rest of her sentence was cut off by a sharp inhalation when I thrust two fingers into her pussy. She was so fucking wet already, all from my spanks and caresses. She could take my cock easily, and I throbbed at the thought of having her tight walls around me. But that would be too easy. I wanted her body to react to me; I wanted her to remember who had brought her stinging pain and overwhelming pleasure.
“Hello?” the agent asked. When Ari tried talking again, I slammed my fingers into her, my pace brutal from the start.
“Hi. My name is Ari Dexter, and I’m calling about my insurance claim.”
Each word was punctuated by a small gasp of breath. I had to hand it to her. She was playing by my rules, even as I grazed my thumb over her clit and matched my quick pace. Her hips and legs shook with each circle of my finger, and her walls squeezed my fingers with each drag and scissor. Ari the professional, even when she was about to come all over my fingers.
I worked her as they discussed the case and the insurance plan, adding a third finger to stretch her for my cock. I thought she might actually make it, but when I curled my fingers and pressed down just right on her clit, Ari moaned right into the receiver.
“Ma’am? Are you okay?”
Ari looked back at me with wide eyes. “Um…” When I smirked, she shivered. “I stubbed my toe. Can I have a second?”