Unleashing the Receptionist: ...the Receptionist, Book 3 by Juniper Bell Read Free Book Online

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    “Fine.” I stepped forward. “But I feel I should remind you of the current policy against physical contact established by the head of this firm…” I broke off with a squeak, finding myself suddenly turned across his lap. In the space of half a second, I was staring at the beige carpet and feeling my skirt yanked over my head.
    “You’re pushing me,” Ethan growled. The sound of a drawer opening came next. Ethan’s treasure chest of sex toys. Excitement shot through me, made me wet between the legs. All these sounds were like cues to me, announcing we’d reached Punishment Time.
    About time. All that abstaining stuff had been driving me crazy. I decided to push him harder.
    “You’re breaking the rules, Ethan. You said no physical…”
    Wham. The paddle. The flat wood came down on my right cheek. I yelped as adrenaline flooded my brain. The next spank followed right on top of the previous one. When Ethan paddled me, he gave me no room to rest, no room to catch up to the pace of his strokes. I clutched the side of his leg, afraid I’d lose all sense of where I was. The carpet blurred before my dazed vision. He maneuvered his knee so my clit, with its delicate piercing, pressed against the fabric of his trousers—a fine woolen weave. Caught between his hard spanking and the pressure of his knee, I felt wild spirals of arousal somersault through my body.
    Adding to the general frenzy was the fact that my breasts were hanging over the edge of his thigh and the weight of the bronze dragged on my nipples. Every time Ethan spanked me, my breasts would get jostled and a charge would shoot straight to my nipples, then ricochet back to my pussy. If only I could make him stop for a second so I could take them off.
    I opened my mouth to request this, but only a desperate wheeze came out. Ethan wouldn’t stop anyway, not for a silly reason like that. I’d have to grit my teeth and bear the spiraling pleasure, the maddening friction against my clit.
    “You insist on being disobedient, don’t you?” Spank. “Even when I spell out exactly what I need from you, that little rebel inside has to thumb her nose at me.” Spank.
    “I’m sorry,” I gasped. “I shouldn’t have worn this. I’ll take it off.”
    “Do you think that’s funny?”
    The spanking stopped suddenly. I blew out a long breath of relief, then yelped as his thumb worked its way into my pussy. With my clit still pressed against his pants leg his thumb explored inside me, pressing one spot then another, until he hit the jackpot—the one that made me jerk like a marionette. His hot thumb applied a slow, steady pressure from above, his knee from below, until I became nothing more than a quivering, whimpering slice of Dana in an Ethan sandwich. I raced toward a mind-blowing climax, bucking and twisting in his lap.
    “You stubborn little rebel, I should have known you wouldn’t be able to stick to the new policy. I should have done this first, brought you off hard so you wouldn’t be tempted to do anything crazy with the auditor. Come, Dana, get it out of your system. Come so hard you don’t need another orgasm for days. You’re such a hot little thing, you can’t last for a week without a man’s cock in you, or his thumb, or his tongue, or…”
    I lost track of the body parts he was listing as I soared into a full-body orgasm that included even my weighted nipples. I grunted like a primitive beast against his knee. I probably left spots of drool. When the spasms finally died down, he rolled me off his lap so I curled on the floor between his legs. He opened his pants and brought out an industrial-strength erection.
    “I need your beautiful, greedy mouth on me, Dana. Suck me off, hard and fast.”
    Eagerly I took him into my mouth. The aftershocks of my orgasm still radiated through me, and I felt grateful and at peace with the world. I gave him long, hard sucks the way I knew he liked it—the way I’d seen Simon do it. I figured men