You Knew the Rules
Riley Voss leaned over Alexander Kane’s desk, her tight pencil skirt riding up just enough to flash the lace edge of her thigh-high stockings. She ‘accidentally’ brushed her hip against his arm as she placed the quarterly reports down, her perfume—a sharp, intoxicating mix of vanilla and spice—lingering in the air. Alexander’s jaw tightened, his steel-gray eyes flicking up from his screen to meet her gaze. She held it for a beat too long, lips curving into a smirk before she straightened and sauntered out, her heels clicking sharply on the hardwood floor.
It wasn’t the first time. Last week, she’d ‘dropped’ her pen during a late-night meeting, bending at the waist to retrieve it, ass thrust out toward him, the fabric straining over her curves. The week before, she’d perched on the edge of his desk, crossing and uncrossing her legs slowly, her blouse unbuttoned one notch too low, revealing the swell of her breasts in a black lace bra. Each time, he’d growled a warning: “Watch yourself, Riley.” But she never did. She pushed, tested, her rebellious streak igniting every time his voice dropped an octave lower.
Alexander was the epitome of control—tall, broad-shouldered, with a chiseled jaw shadowed by a perpetual five-o’clock stubble, his tailored suits hugging his powerful frame. As CEO of Kane Enterprises, he demanded perfection, and Riley, his executive assistant, delivered it flawlessly on paper. But off it? She was a live wire, sparking against his boundaries, daring him to snap.By Friday evening, the office emptied out, leaving only the hum of the AC and the city lights glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Alexander buzzed her intercom. “Riley. My office. Now.”
She entered without knocking, hips swaying, that same smirk playing on her full lips. “Yes, Mr. Kane?”
He stood behind his desk, arms crossed over his chest, towering over her five-foot-six frame. “Close the door.” She did, the click echoing like a lock turning. “You’ve been pushing it all week. The bending, the touching, the fucking teasing. You think I don’t notice?“Riley’s pulse raced, but she lifted her chin defiantly. “I don’t know what you mean, sir. Just doing my job.”
He rounded the desk in two strides, closing the distance until she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. His hand shot out, gripping her chin firmly, thumb pressing into her lower lip. “Liar. You crave this. The attention. My attention. Say it.”
Heat flooded her core, pussy clenching at the rough hold. She licked her lips, tasting his thumb. “Maybe I do. What are you gonna do about it, boss? Fire me?”
A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. “No. I’m going to punish you. You knew the rules—no distractions, no games. But you broke them anyway. Strip. Now.”
Her breath hitched, nipples hardening against her blouse as she obeyed. Fingers trembling with anticipation, she unbuttoned her top, shrugging it off to reveal the black lace bra cupping her full C-cup tits. Skirt next, unzipped and pooled at her heels, leaving her in matching thong, stockings, and garters. Alexander’s gaze raked over her, cock already thickening in his slacks.“Hands on the desk. Ass out.” His voice was a command, brooking no argument. Riley bent forward, palms flat on the polished wood, arching her back to present her round ass, the thong barely covering her slick folds.
He stepped behind her, one hand trailing up her spine, making her shiver. The other yanked her thong aside, exposing her dripping pussy. “So wet already. Slutty little assistant, begging for it without words.” His palm cracked down on her ass cheek—hard. She gasped, the sting blooming into heat.
“Count them. Twenty for every boundary you crossed.”
“One,” she moaned as the second slap landed on the other cheek, skin turning pink. He alternated, methodical, each smack louder, her ass jiggling under the impacts. By ten, tears pricked her eyes, pussy throbbing, juices trailing down her thighs. “Ten... please, sir...”
“Please what?” Another sharp spank.
“Eleven... fuck, more...”
He paused, rubbing the heated flesh, fingers dipping into her soaked cunt. Two plunged deep, curling against her G-spot, thumb circling her clit. She bucked, crying out. “Greedy girl. You take your punishment first.”
The spanking resumed, relentless, until she sobbed “Twenty,” ass fiery red, marked with his handprints. Alexander unzipped, freeing his thick nine-inch cock, veined and rock-hard, pre-cum beading at the tip. He rubbed it along her slit, teasing her entrance. “Beg for it.”
“Please, Mr. Kane, fuck me. Punish my pussy with your cock. I need it.”
He thrust in without mercy, stretching her tight walls around his girth. Riley screamed, nails digging into the desk as he bottomed out, balls slapping her clit. He gripped her hips, bruising, and pounded her—deep, brutal strokes that made her tits bounce free from the bra.“This what you wanted? My cock owning you?” He wrapped her hair around his fist, yanking her head back, arching her further.
“Yes! Fuck, yes, sir! Harder!”
One hand snaked around to pinch her clit, rolling it roughly while he railed her. Her orgasm built fast, walls fluttering. “Not yet,” he growled, pulling out suddenly. She whimpered, empty and desperate.
“On your knees.” She dropped, knees hitting the carpet, mouth watering at the sight of his slick cock. He fisted her hair, shoving past her lips. “Suck. Deep throat it.”
Riley hollowed her cheeks, tongue swirling the underside as she took him inch by inch, gagging when he hit her throat. Saliva dripped down her chin, tits heaving as he face-fucked her, hips snapping. “Good girl. Choke on your boss’s dick.”
He pulled out, strings of spit connecting them, and hauled her up by the arm. “Desk. On your back. Legs spread.”
She scrambled up, lying back, knees wide, pussy gaping and glistening. Alexander stripped off his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest dusted with dark hair, then shed his pants. He grabbed his tie from the chair, binding her wrists above her head to the desk leg. Helpless, exposed, she squirmed.
“Perfect,” he murmured, climbing between her thighs. His mouth descended, tongue lashing her clit, sucking hard while three fingers pumped her cunt. She thrashed, the restraints biting her skin. “Gonna make you squirt first.”
He crooked his fingers, hitting that spot relentlessly, teeth grazing her nub. Riley shattered, screaming as she gushed over his hand, soaking the desk.
“Messy slut.” He rose, cock poised, and slammed back in, folding her legs to her chest for deeper penetration. The angle let him grind her clit with every thrust, his free hand slapping her tits, twisting nipples until they were red and swollen.
“Cum on my cock. Milk me.”
She did, convulsing around him, pussy clenching like a vice. Alexander roared, burying deep, flooding her with hot spurts of cum, painting her walls white.
They panted, sweat-slicked, his weight pinning her. He untied her slowly, rubbing her wrists. “Rules still apply, Riley. But next time you cross them... we’ll go further.”
She grinned, spent and satisfied. “Promise?”
He smirked, pulling out, cum leaking from her fucked-raw pussy. “Count on it.”
