"Take off your clothes," Sam had said. Mia began to do just that, keeping her eyes on him as she unbuttoned her shirt. "Leave your thong on, though," Sam added. "Since you haven't had many assignments yet, you can keep that on."
Mia took a deep breath. "Yes, sir." She assumed that was because he hadn't seen her completely nude yet. She wasn't sure if she should be relieved that she wasn't about to lose her virginity to her boss, or if she should be disappointed that the ache Sam had caused deep inside of her earlier that day wasn't about to be relieved.
She unhooked her bra and slid it down her arms, catching it and setting it on the chair on top of her blouse. Sam's eyes were on her breasts. Her nipples were still sore and red from him sucking them that morning. She bit her bottom lip, watching him watch her. Sliding out of her shoes, she unhooked her skirt and slid it down, stepping out of it and also setting it on the chair. When she bent over to take it off, Sam inhaled sharply. When she stood back up, he stared at the thin lacy fabric covering a sliver of her body, then his eyes went to her breasts again before meeting her eyes.
Having a man she hardly knew stare so intently at her nearly naked body should've made Mia embarrassed or frightened, especially since he was about to punish her in some unknown manner, but she wasn't scared. Her pulse was racing and her heart threatened to beat out of her chest-from anticipation, not fear.
Sam cleared his throat and adjusted his tie. "It is unusual for me to have an associate fail in her assignments so early on."
"I'm sorry for disappointing you, sir."
His eyes dropped to her breasts again and he snickered, as if to say there was nothing disappointing about his current view. "Your punishment for failure will usually be a spanking, Mia. Sometimes, I may choose a different punishment, but normally, when you do not complete your tasks correctly or on time, that is what you can expect. For every minute you are late, you will receive one strike, and for every time you are late, I will multiply the minutes by two. Today, that's just one strike, but those can add up in the future if you're not more careful."
"Yes, sir." So, her punishment was to be a spanking? One strike across her rear-end? With his hand, she assumed? That didn't sound too horrible, but then, it also didn't sound sexual. Why had she needed to take her shirt off for that? Or was this just how Sam got his kicks?
"Move to the end of the desk." Sam stepped aside as she made her way to the place where he'd initially shown her where to stand so he could check out her bottom. Of course, she'd been wearing a skirt then. Now, as Mia bent over, the cold wood was uncomfortable against her sore nipples, and it was obvious her G-string left little to the imagination as Sam moved to stand behind her. He gasped again and said, "Separate your legs more."
She did, thinking he could see to her very core now, despite the thin black fabric that should've been providing some barrier.
He moved to stand directly behind her for a second, and through his pants, she could feel his hardness against her backside. Tempted to back into him, Mia stifled a moan and kept her feet still.
Sam moved to stand beside her. "When was the last time you were spanked, Mia?"
"Never, sir," she admitted. Not even her parents had ever struck her before.
"Then this will be a new experience for you."
The feel of Sam's fingertips as he grazed the flesh of her backside, making small circular movements, and then making larger ones, rubbing harder, as she assumed he was preparing to strike her, brought her flesh to life as the blood rushed to that area.
He rubbed one ass cheek for several seconds before he cupped it and squeezed several times, groaning in the back of his throat as he did so. Mia felt a rush of adrenaline and the ache she'd been fighting all morning was back in force. When he let go, he said calmly, "Brace yourself," and then released his hand down hard on her ass, right where he'd been rubbing.
It stung, and Mia yelped slightly, but she knew that was as much from fear as from pain. It hadn't hurt as much as she'd thought it might. In fact, it had feel good in a way she couldn't quite understand. She found herself disappointed that he was done, that she would be getting dressed now and leaving, that Sam's hands wouldn't be on her anymore.
"I hope you've learned your lesson, Mia. You mustn't let others distract you from your job."
"Yes, sir." She didn't move, wishing there was something more she could do to get his hands on her again. He didn't seem to be in any hurry to get her to move either.
Sam stepped behind her again. Mia couldn't see him now, but she could feel him standing there, staring at her. Again, the urge to back into him was overwhelming.
His hands settled on her hips, and she let out a soft moan, her body begging him to touch her, to take down his pants and show her a world she'd never known before.
When he leaned into her, the barrier of his pants was still in the way, but she could feel his cock, hard as rock, pressing against the thin fabric of her soaking wet panties.
"You're sopping wet, Mia."
"Yes, sir." Her teeth were pressed together tightly, her eyes closed as she concentrated on the feel of his hands on her, his fingertips sliding down her ass as he continued to bump up against her, not grinding, not forceful, but present just the same.
"When was the last time you were taken from behind, Mia?"
Her eyes flashed open. She couldn't see him, but she wondered if he could tell her body had stiffened at the question. He was going to find out her secret, wasn't he? She couldn't lie to him. "Never, sir."
"Never?" He was truly surprised, she could tell. "No man has ever bent you over and slid his thick cock into this soaking wet pussy from behind?"
As he spoke he slid his hand down against her, pressing the silky fabric of her G-string against her, but the heat from his fingers radiated through her. What would it take for him to slide that thin veil aside and move his fingers inside of her?
Her lack of breath nearly prevented her from answering, but she managed to say, "No, sir."
"God, I bet you're tight as fuck," he muttered beneath his breathe, and Mia had to close her eyes again, her imagination allowing her to wonder what it might feel like to have him slide inside of her. "Has my brother fucked you yet, Mia?"
Her eyes flew open again. "No, sir." He could have... the night before. He passed....
"When was the last time someone fucked you, Mia?"
There it was. The question she'd wanted to avoid. "N-n-never, sir."
Sam froze, his hands no longer tracing her skin, the bulge in his pants no longer grinding against her. "Mia, are you telling me... you're a virgin?"
"Yes, sir."
He gasped and then backed away from her.
Mia felt as if he'd just discovered she had the plague. He stepped away from her. She could feel the distance. "Get dressed," he said from somewhere over by the windows.
Without looking at him, she slowly walked over to where she'd shed her clothes and put them back on. She couldn't feel his eyes on her anymore and assumed there was something about her lack of experience that suddenly made her repulsive. Beau had been wrong to fear that Sam would be more drawn to her because of her untouched status.
Once she was dressed, Sam came to stand in front of her. The look on his face was more alarming than his threats to spank her had been. Perspiration glistened against his forehead, and his eyes were dark and narrow. When he spoke, it was through clamped teeth. "Tell Beau he has until Monday. He'll know what I mean. Understand?"
"Yes, sir." She did understand what she was to tell him, but she didn't know what it meant. She had to assume his brother would.
"Get out of here."
"Yes, sir."
On the verge of tears, Mia turned and hurried to the door, ashamed of herself for the first time since she'd taken this job. Perhaps Beau was right and she never should've taken this job in the first place.