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  And I’ll have to punish her.

  Chapter Three

  Willow

  “Ahh! Ah!” I gasp, jolting out of my sleep.

  It happened again. I dreamed of my boss doing very dirty things to me. And of course I look between my legs and see a pool of juices. Thank goodness I sleep without underwear. My breathing is still ragged and my pussy still throbs from the thought of his touch. God, I wonder how big his cock is.

  Yesterday I googled about older man’s dicks and it wasn’t what I thought it’d be like. A lot of older men are well hung. That adds more fuel to the fire. Maybe I should do something very naughty today, like drop some more crystal or mess up some papers. Or even—now I’m going too far.

  I lay back down and try to catch my breath. Closing my eyes, I see his face over mine again. His hands roam my body and tease my nipples as I arch my back and moan his name. I feel my nipples harden and rub my hands over then, squeezing my core as it gushes with fresh liquids.

  My head nods to the side and I pry my eyes open to keep myself from falling asleep again and see the clock.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I yell, scrambling out of my bed and over to my closet to find something sexy to wear.

  I’m an hour late for work already! Even still, I have to make sure I don’t slap on anything that’s not sexy enough to catch Ryan’s eye. I pulled down a baby blue, short, form-fitting dress with a collar that fits snug on the neck and long sleeves. Easy to embellish and make even sexier. After taking a quick shower I glance over at my lingerie drawers and wonder…

  No I decide that today will be a no underwear and no bra day.

  Yes, I want him to see everything. Hard nipples and all. I don’t even care if I make a pussy stain on my dress from getting wet. I want him to see it.

  I knew I shouldn’t have gone out for drinks with Bella like that. I drank too much and now look at me! At least I know who the lady was who met with Ryan. A lesbian, huh? Hmm, interesting. But why is she so much a secret?

  Anyways, I have to get to work. So I look at myself one more time in the mirror and grab my phone and dash off.

  Bolting down the stairs, I see my father sipping his morning coffee. He eyes me and smiles, then his smile drops to a frown.

  “My goodness, what club is open this early?” he asks, disapproving of my work outfit. I don’t think it looks that skanky, but hey.

  “Ugh, dad, I’m late. Plus I’m going to work!”

  “In that?”

  I roll my eyes. “Dad I’m twenty, I can do what I want. Or at least choose my own clothes.”

  “I know, dear, but work is still work and those aren’t—”

  I run off before he can say anymore. My stilettos wobble as I hop down the stairs and run up a block. It isn’t until my shoe gets caught in a tricky crack that it snaps off and lands me on the ground.

  “Damn it!”

  There’s no time to go back now. So I take my heels off and scamper up the street.

  Finally, I’m at the door and I press the button that rings directly to Mr. Gold’s office. The intercom buzzes and I hear the door unlock. Interestingly, he doesn’t greet me or anything. He must be pissed.

  I wobble inside, sore and still getting over a slight hangover. I limp up to my desk and sit down, exhaling.

  My phone buzzes to life and Mr. Gold’s voice is on the other end.

  “Willow, you’re late. Please come into my office.”

  Instead of feeling sexy and confident, I feel stupid, sloppy, and my head hurts. Pulling myself out of my chair I straighten up and try to put on a brave face.

  “Boss, I’m sorry about being late…” I stop there, deciding against telling him that I went out on a small drinking spree with Bella. But naturally with him being her dad, he’d already know, right? Or maybe Bella didn’t tell him?

  “Are you barefoot?” he asks, looking down at my feet. That means he actually had to check out my whole body as I walked in. Wow, progress there.

  “Uh! Oh, yeah, um, I broke my heels—heel! Uh, don’t worry about it.”

  He closes his eyes and sighs. “First you’re late, then you’re barefoot in a professional environment.”

  Heat rises to my cheeks. Embarrassed isn’t a good enough word. But I’ll be damned if he still isn’t sexy as fuck in all his irritated glory.

  Mr. Gold snaps out of his seat and walks past me. “Follow me,” he demands.

  Great, I’m regretting not wearing any panties good enough to catch the soon to be flood in between my thighs. Where is he taking me? My mind wanders off into kinky territory and my nipples harden under my dress. Pretty sure he’ll be able to see them soon. We walk to Bella’s room. I haven’t questioned this before, but Bella isn’t in college and she’s never home while I’m at work.

  “Um, Boss, where’s Bella?” I ask softly.

  “Out volunteering or some jazz. She doesn’t really tell me much. I just know it isn’t illegal.”

  I want to question on how he knows that. But I don’t, I just get drunk in his presence. Mr. Gold is so tall and manly. His body seems to take up all the space around him and demands respect.

  He rummages into her closet, and I feel more heat crawling onto my face. Mr. Gold looks so damn fine squatting like that. He picks a pair of modest but cute tan heels and carries them over to a dresser.

  “Come here, Willow.” His voice is deep with a hint of a growl, like a growing storm. It shakes me to the core and my head swims in dizzy delight.

  Mr. Gold wraps his hands around my waist. I gasp as he places me on top the chest of drawers that belongs to Bella. Smoothing his hands down from my calf to my foot. I can’t help but feel liquid heat boil up inside me. This sweet temptation to let loose makes me shiver and my eyes flutter.

  “You’re injured.”

  “Oh, it’s just a scratch—”

  “And this dress, it’s entirely too short to wear to work.”

  Shit. Not him and my dad’s disapproval. Mr. Gold’s smile still turns me into putty as he crouches down by my feet and slips the one heel onto my foot, inspecting it and turning my foot around a little. Then he peels it off and drops it to the side. His hands on my feet turn me on a little more than it should.

  “Willow, dear…” He rises to meet my eye level, “You were an hour late. You’re always the rebellious, care-free one, aren’t you. And even this dress,” he says, slipping his finger under the hem and tugging it. I am going to overdose if he keeps doing this, I’m going to faint if I don’t come first.

  “M-mr. Gold—Uh Boss,” I stutter.

  The space between us gets closer as he leans in, his hands on the sides of my thighs.

  “Shh,” he hushes. With one swift swipe he rips my dress open and my breasts jiggle free. Damn, for an older guy he has the strength of a younger guy. It takes me by surprise. Is this really happening? Is this a dream and I’m going to wake up?

  Mr. Gold’s heat draws me in and we clash into a passionate kiss. He powers me back as he snakes his tongue into my mouth. I do the same and try to wriggle out of my dress as he does. Juices are flowing freely and my nipples are hard as steel. They brush against his expensive Italian suit and I drink in his cologne as he tastes me and savors me. His hands trail over my body and I return the action. I wrap my legs around him eagerly, bumping into his massive erection that I’m sure is begging to be released.

  He breaks the kiss and looks me in the eye. “How rough do you like it?” he asks, his voice raspy and heavy.

  I am a virgin. I’m supposed to say that. But no, instead I act big and tough. “Rough, very rough!” I murmur in breathy gasps. Mr. Gold pulls me off of the dresser and he tells me to sit down on the floor.

  Oh my god, are we going to do it on the floor of Bella’s—Oh, never mind. Mr. Gold reaches down and yanks my ankle up into the air, dragging me out the door and down the hall. Being dragged down the hall by my ankle doesn’t sound sexy, but it sure feels erotic as hell when it’s your boss doing it to you. My bare
ass slides on the plush carpet as he confidently walks down the ornate gold and ivory hallway with crystal chandelier lighting to a metal door. I’ve seen this door a few times and was always curious of what was behind it.

  Looks like I’m about to find out. I hope there wasn’t an embarrassing trail of my juices trailing behind me. Oh well, he does have a cleaner for that kind of stuff.

  Mr. Gold takes out a key from the jacket of his dark gray suit. Unlocking the door, he drags me inside and shuts the door.

  “Ryan—”

  “Boss, call me Boss.”

  I whimper at delight of his rigid tone. My dress is barely there and Mr. Gold looks upon me with his massive erection battling against his pants. I crawl towards him, my pussy soaking wet and throbbing.

  Punish me, Boss. Punish me now!

  “Yes, Boss.” Now I’m trembling. Fuck he looks like a walking wall of sex from down here.

  “This is my special room. You are going to face punishment for your unruly, rebellious behavior.”

  He bends down and takes me by the hand, pulling me up. I look around the room, seeing a bed off to the side and a metal chair that sits neatly in the center on its own granite circular platform. That’s where Mr. Gold leads me, instructing me to sit down.

  “You said rough…” he whispers into my ear. My nipples crinkle up some more and my toes curl. And my pussy is a leaking, sobbing mess.

  “Yes, Boss. I’ve been a very bad girl, I deserve and accept my punishment,” I say in breathy, wavering gasps.

  “Good. Close your eyes.”

  No! I want to see his cock! No fair.

  But I decide to be good and play along. I hear something like fabric whipping around and then I feel something soft go over my eyes. He’s blindfolding me. He knows the best punishment is to give me his cock and not even let me see it. Fuck, he’s good.

  Then I hear his zipper go down and my pussy throbs violently, craving him inside me.

  Mr. Gold position’s himself up close against me, I can feel his legs in between mine, parting mine. The warm flesh of his cock rubs against my nipples, circling them and kneading them in.

  I gasp, moaning and writhing. My breath is hitched and my pussy feels like it’s going to turn into a water faucet.

  When he puts the head of his cock onto my lips I open my mouth eagerly to take him in and he pulls away. Ugh, punishment!

  “No, you don’t do anything unless you’re told,” he scolds, pinching a nipple and making me yelp.

  I pull my head back and wait for him to taunt me again. This was the perfect punishment, pure torture.

  Finally he puts his thick head on my lips again, I keep still. My pussy cries and begs to be touched but is ignored until I decide to take my free hands and entertain myself as I take my punishment.

  “Now suck my cock. No touching it with your hands.”

  A little pressure is applied and he slips into my mouth. He tastes so salty and a little musky, but his cock is big from what I can feel and veiny. He’s as hard as reinforced cement and I wrap my tongue around him as best I can. Mr. Gold moans, slightly bucking into my mouth. I don’t tell him that this is the first time I’ve blown a guy, nor do I tell him my gag reflexes aren’t that hot. But I take him down anyway. The walls of my mouth salivate and ache to close all around his twitching cock as tight as it can. My tongue leaps with joy as it feels each ridge of his cock slide over and over it. The slurping sounds are a little annoying but I soon learn to like it. It reminds me how fucking big he is. If only I could see his glorious cock. Why isn’t he fucking my pussy?

  Pleasure is rocking my body and I mildly squirt a couple of times from feeling the fullness of him in my mouth.

  Just as he starts bucking wildly into the back of my throat he pauses up against me and I try with all my might not to gag. But as he shoots his thick load down my throat I gag it back up and onto the floor. I don’t hear any disapproval from Mr. Gold, so I guess he doesn’t think I’m gross or anything. He continues to shoot ropes of cum onto my face, coating it entirely. Each lukewarm splash sends a shiver down my spine. I come at the same time, powerfully spraying his lower pants down with my essence.

  Cum dribbles down my breasts and off of my nipples and down onto my aching cunt.

  “Boss,” I whimper. “I need more punishment.” I shudder, hands still moving around in my pussy.

  “I think your punishment for today was sufficient for now,” he says, his breath ragged as well.

  I can hear him tucking his cock back in and the clanking of his belt. Taking the blindfold off of me, Mr. Gold kisses me tenderly on the mouth and I open my eyes. The blindfold was his neck tie. I survey the fluids everywhere and the mess I made on his pants as well as his cum all over my body. It drips off of my chin and hits a softening nipple. I’m dirty and feel so fucking good.

  “Follow me,” Mr. Gold demands.

  We walk into the private bathroom of this ‘special room’ and there’s a huge bath that is the centerpiece. He runs some water and adds some bubble bath to it. I begin to feel my cheeks heat up as he looks over at me and smiles warmly. Ohh, this man is gonna make me just randomly come on myself one day without him even touching me.

  ***

  The bubbles feel good on my skin, so does Mr. Gold’s hands massaging my back. Water jets are pulsing against our thighs and we both sip on some Riesling as we eye each other silently. I have to break the silence, it’s killing me.

  “Boss—”

  “You can call me Ryan, now.”

  “Um, Ryan? I’ve… always liked you.” My words sound stupid out loud, I should be sounding more confident.

  Ryan scoots up to me and takes my hand in his. His salt and pepper hair cut in that sharp neat style looks so sexy wet, and his dark pink lips drive me up a wall.

  “I’m an old man. Don’t let me scare you, Willow. But I think it would be best if this was kept just with us.”

  I whisper, “Yes.”

  Chapter Four

  Ryan

  I'm sure I'll have the case of blue balls later, but I had to punish her... just for looking so sexy like that. Then she was barefoot and slightly injured. Willow's purity is like a drug and i can't tear myself from it. Instead I keep returning, potentially getting myself in deeper shit each time.

  "Have a good evening, Willow," I say, making sure my tone of voice doesn't sound too demanding. I regret the small growl in my voice and run my eyes down her body once more before she leaves for the day.

  "To you too, don't forget about your special Sunday meeting," she reminds me, winking an eye. “Oh, and one more thing. Why didn’t we um… go all the way?” she asks, her voice dulling down to a whisper.

  “Punishment, my dear.”

  I kiss her forehead, putting my hand on the back of her neck. The scent of the bath still on her blazing red hair.

  She has more than just youth, there's an impish playfulness that also intrigues me.

  When I'm ready, when she's ready, I will show her dominance like no other.

  Willow sashays out of the door and down the steps, wearing those tan heels I gave her and a simple black dress since I tore apart her blue one.

  I watch her ass as she walks down the street. My cock weeps at the thought of holding out. But I must. For now. After all, some of what I did was punishment. The agony of not having my cock inside her will forever haunt her until I quench my thirst for her pussy later on.

  I head back inside and close the door. A part of me is satisfied and wanting for more, then another side of me has a bag of guilt weighing me down. Willow is young and vivacious. Hyper and pure. Would she be okay with an older man in the future? What am I to her? She’s everything to me.

  Every time I push, she pulls me back in. Her thighs, perky breasts, that smile and the way she moves, it all seduces me and lulls me into a spiraling rage of arousal and need. I could come endlessly into her.

  Stop, Ryan, stop thinking like a pervert twenty four seven! You need to sleep and tak
e care of the companies you own. Someone is out there devouring your assets and all you can think about is fucking?

  Inhale.

  Exhale.

  I slump into my office to do a few more things and check my emails. Anything to stop thinking about Willow and getting another bullet proof erection. She gets me hard to the point I could cut a diamond. Her youth is contagious.

  I pour a shot of whiskey and down it swiftly. The sting comforts me and I get back to work. Scanning over a list of new emails I pick out the ones with the most urgent headlines. I especially look for Ms. Chevelle’s email since she’s responsible for a big investigation.

  When the door to my office slides open slowly, I expect Bella’s head to pop in. Instead, Ms. Chevelle dips her head in and slides the rest of her body in through the door.

  “Ms. Chevelle?”

  I need to put locks on this door one of these days.

  “So, that’s the girl who has your heart, huh?” she says in a sly whisper.

  I stand up in shock. “Ms. Chevelle!” I hiss.

  Although an employee, she’s also a dear friend of the family. She knows things I would not dare let other people know.

  “Ohh, how protective you are about the cute little red head!”

  “Where on earth were you hiding?”

  “In one of the rooms. Had the door cracked open enough to see you drag the poor thing by her ankle. But hey, she liked it. You got a way with the women, don’t you?”

  I collapse back into my chair and pour myself another shot of whiskey.

  “I don’t even know if I can even keep this up. I don’t want to break her heart or anything messy.”

  “Young and cute. I can see why you think she’s dangerous.”

  “Not only that, but she’s my daughter’s best friend and the daughter to my best friend, Mr. Roman.”

  “I see… Tough situation. But you could never resist the temptation of danger, Mr. G.”

  She is right. I’m too damn greedy sometimes.

  “I shouldn’t have let myself do that to her. I opened the flood gates. But her legs, that dress, everything about her drove me over the edge. I knew this would happen. And now look at me.”