Chapter Five

Griffin stopped in the outer room and watched as Jett marched toward his office, her hands clenched at her sides and her hips wiggling provocatively. He was sure that wasn’t the image she was trying to project, since she was pissed at him, and Stan, right now. But that was the picture he was seeing, a woman he’d love to bury himself inside, after she’d screamed for more while he slapped leather against her bottom.

But she was right when she’d said he wouldn’t spank her here while the dining room was busy, and there were people milling about, browsing the library and the wall of brochures that touted tourist attractions in the area. But he didn’t have to, although she didn’t know that.

That afternoon he’d seen how she’d looked at his desk, and he was pretty sure the wheels inside her mind were spinning as she imagined herself being spanked while she focused on the vista that was beyond the windows.

He’d been thinking about this all day, wondering how she would react. Stan said the two of them hit it off immediately. Would she do the same for him? Or would she fight him because she was pissed. If she was not ready for this, he would have to—persuade her.

Griffin started walking again. His thoughts bothered him because he never forced a woman. All his playmates were willing participants, although he might have pushed a little. Something told him he would have to push a lot tonight.

As he walked the hallway he frowned. Where had she gone? She’d been right in front of him when she’d entered the corridor, but now she was gone. He stopped in front of the doorway to his office and frowned.

“How did you get in here?

“Duh, through the door,” she said as she flounced herself down on the sofa.

“The door was locked.”

“No, it wasn’t.” She crossed her legs and clasped her hands together.

“I always lock my door,” he said.

“You must have forgot,” she said.

“I never forget,” he said. He bent down to examine the lock. There didn’t seem to be any marks to show that someone had picked it. He didn’t see any.

“Paranoid much?” Jett asked.

He stood and twisted the unlocked knob in his hand. “Something’s off here,” he said. He probably should call Tricky to tell him something was wrong, but he was afraid Tricky would want to come and examine the door, and that would take too long. Griffin had other things planned for the evening. A quick perusal of the room showed nothing was missing, at least nothing big.

There was a cash box in his desk. He crossed to it and pulled, but it didn’t budge. It was still locked.

“So far this is turning out to be a boring spanking,” she said.

“We’ll see about that,” he said. He unlocked the drawer. The box was still there, and still locked. Once it was open he saw there was no cash missing. He locked both and then turned to his computer which booted up with a flick of the mouse. He fired off an email to Tricky, alerting him to a possible break-in, but explaining that he wanted to use the office until at least ten, and asked him to ping Griffin’s phone before he arrived.

After glancing around the room once more he turned to Jett. “You’re sure the door was unlocked?”

“Should I have asked permission before entering?” She focused an intense gaze on him. “Is it a magic door? Open sesame?”

“Stan didn’t tell me you were a smart-ass.”

“Guilty as charged.” She stood. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a good book calling my name, and I need another margarita. We can work on your papers tomorrow.”

“Sit down.”

“No thank you.” She started toward the door, but Griffin beat her to it. He closed the door and locked it. The dead bolt had a key, and after he turned it he took it out and put it in his pocket. As he did he tried to remember if he’d locked the dead bolt, or just the knob lock when he’d left earlier. He pushed the thought aside. There would be time to talk to Tricky about that later. Right now was playtime.

“I said, sit down.”

“Are you going to serve me a margarita?” She glanced around the room, and Griffin felt as if she were casing the place, trying to find a second exit. “I don’t see a blender anywhere.”

“I’m going to tell you once again to take a seat.”

“Take it where?” She batted her eyes at him.

“So you think this is boring?”

Jett yawned, and put her hand over her mouth, her palm facing him. “Very,” she said behind it. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I would appreciate it if you would unlock, and open the door.”

Griffin shook his head. He’d prepared for this scenario before he’d left for dinner. “Just remember, you brought this on yourself.” He bent slightly, grabbed her around the hips and threw her over his shoulder.

“You, you… put me down!”

“As you wish.” He put her on her feet, right next to his desk. “I intend to give you what you’re used to on a Friday night. I want you to be a good little girl, turn toward the desk, take your jeans and panties down to your knees, and then bend over.”

“Your cornbread ain’t done in the middle, is it?” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared up at him. His cock stirred as she focused her beautiful brown eyes on him. This was going to be more than a spanking night. This was going to be a spank her ass and then fuck her pussy night.

Suddenly he was not so angry at Stan for putting him in this position.

“Are you going to count down from ten?” she asked in a tone he could only think of as saucy.

“No counting necessary,” he said. He pulled a knife from his pocket and flicked it open before he grabbed the waistband of her jeans. A few flicks of the knife and her jeans loosened. Then he grabbed her sweater in his hand and pulled her closer.

“Do I have your attention, or do I need to continue?”

***

Great balls of fire, she thought she was going to have an orgasm, right there, without him touching any sensitive part of her body. He still had her sweater gathered in his fist, and her now-tattered jeans hung on her hips.

“Answer my question.”

“Please don’t cut the sweater, it’s one of my favorites.” To her surprise he let it go, and she almost lost her footing. She grabbed the edge of the desk and cleared her throat, trying to get hold of her senses.

“Now, what are you supposed to be doing?”

“Um, taking my jeans down, and then bending over the desk,” she whispered.

“Then why are you standing there, staring up at me?”

“Because you’re taller than I am, Griffin,” she said.

His glare made her toes tingle.

“You will call me Mr. Flack when we are in private.”

Jett wasn’t sure how to respond to that. She pushed her hair behind her ear and cleared her throat. “That’s for Masters.”

“Repeat after me, Mr. Flack.”

She was going to pass out right there. The room seemed to spin around her. She wanted him to whip her until she screamed, and then fuck her until she passed out. “Repeat after me, Mr. Flack.”

He stepped back from her and started to unbuckle his belt. Jett licked her lips as he pulled the leather strap from the loops.

“Bare your ass and bend over the desk.”

“But the windows.” She pointed to the banks of glass. It was dark outside. There were several lamps posted, and she could see the outline of the mountains. But there was no telling if there were people out there or not.

“What are you waiting for?”

“An engraved invitation?” She put her hand in front of her mouth. “I’m sorry. Mr. Flack.”

“Snap to it!”

Jett pushed her ruined jeans and panties down to her knees, turned and bent over the desk. She knew he was examining her bare bottom, and it increased the excitement that had taken over her body.

“Do you always take so long to follow orders?”

“I was just playing.” That sounded so lame, but she wasn’t sure what else to say.

“What did I tell you earlier today?”

“That you don’t play games.” The words came to her instantly. “But it’s not fair to punish me for that, because I didn’t know this was a, well, a thing.”

“You knew why Stan sent you here.” He crossed behind the desk and sat down at his desk.

“Are you saying I should have just, I don’t know, have known?”

There was a pregnant pause, and she said, “Where do we go from here?”

“Well, we turn this into spanking night.” He clasped his hands on his massive chest. He still had the belt in his hand, and the sight of it made her want to scream at him to slap her ass with it. “I hope we’re clear on that.”

“I don’t think…” Jett stopped speaking, because she didn’t know what she didn’t think. Her body wanted what he could obviously give her. Her mind was still pissed at him, and Stan for setting her up, even though Griffin had come clean with her. She made a spur-of-the-moment decision.

“I’m sorry for not behaving myself, Mr. Flack.” Jett lowered her gaze to the desk. “Please forgive me.”

“I might, after I punish you.”

“I deserve it,” she said.

“Yes, you do.”

He stood, and as he walked around the desk he ran the belt down her back, and then over her bottom.

Despite the need building inside her, Jett couldn’t help but look out the windows. “Mr. Flack, if I may?”

“You may.”

“I like being spanked, but I’m not sure I like being spanked where people can see.”

He chuckled, and then he placed the belt across her back. She heard him walking across the room. She turned her head to watch him.

He crossed to the bookcase, pulled out a dictionary and let it drop to the ground. Then he pushed a button and the bookcase swung open.

“It was like something out of a gothic novel. She’d never seen a building that had a hidden room, although she’d heard a lot about safe rooms.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

Once she was on her feet, Jett turned her gaze back to the window. She clasped her hands behind her back and spread her legs as wide as she could.

“You’re well trained,” he said.

“I had a Dom for a while who taught me the proper way for a sub to act. I’m trying to be good.”

“Then turn this way and shuffle over here.”

Once she was near the doorway he stepped back and indicated she should go in before him. Once she was inside her jaw dropped. She guessed the size of the room to be twelve by twelve. How did she not realize there was extra space in this building when she’d looked at it from the outside? She supposed it was because she didn’t really examine it.

“I suppose it’s soundproof?”

“Scream all you want.” He closed the door after he stepped inside.

There was a large desk, just like the one in his office. “Assume the position,” he said.

Jett hobbled to the desk where she bent over. The wood was cold against her hot skin.

“I’m going to cuff you,” he said. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“Not if you’re going to spank my ass,” she said.

“Since this is our first time together we need to think of a safe word,” he said. “Do you have something in mind?”

Jett jumped a little when he placed one cuff on her right wrist, and the other on her left. She glanced at the walls as he did. There were paddles, floggers, chains, ropes, and, to her surprise bandanas, hanging on the wall. Off in the corner was a spanking bench with outstretched legs. She imagined being strapped to it while he whipped her pussy. Then she couldn’t help but wonder who had been bound to it last, and if they were still at the resort.

“Think fast,” he said. He walked past her and dangled the belt in front of her face. “I’m getting itchy.”

You’re not the only one, she wanted to say. “How about cherry?”

“That’s an interesting choice.” He walked back to her behind, trailing the leather over her back as he did.

“Cherry for first,” she said. “I’m about to lose my cherry with you.”

He snickered, the sound almost evil. He rubbed his hands on her bare bottom. “Stan told me you take a good whipping.”

“Yes, Mr. Flack.” She licked her lips, then groaned when he slapped the leather against her bottom. The strike was so light that she groaned again, this time in dejection. She wanted to beg for more, but like a good sub she kept her mouth shut.

The next strike was harder, and the one after that was harder still.

Jett wiggled her hips and murmured, “More, please,” even though she knew she shouldn’t. Griffin didn’t chastise her. Instead he slapped her ass again, and again, the strikes getting harder and harder. She wiggled and gasped in pleasure as the pain increased.

He laid down the leather, she moaned, he did it again, and she cried out. Griffin slapped the leather up and down her ass, over her thighs and back up. Tears stung her eyes as he continued to spank her, the incredible sound of leather striking her ass filling the room.

Griffin showed no signs of slowing, and Jett’s breath started to come in short, hard gasps. She started to cry, tears staining her face as Griffin continued to spank her. And then it stopped. Jett tried to get hold of herself, fighting against the cuffs on her hands which basically left her unable to stand.

He pressed himself against her as she tried to come to her senses. Then she heard the tell-tale sound of a zipper going down, and he slammed his cock into her pussy.

“Fuck me!” she screamed.

“With pleasure.” He grasped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he thrust in and out, harder and harder.

“What a tight hole you have,” he said. He stopped thrusting and spread her ass cheeks. “Just like this one here.” He pressed his thumb against her anus. “But we’ll wait for that part.” He started again, pushing in and out.

Jett tightened herself around him as he thrust in, and relaxed her muscles as he pulled out. He thrust harder and harder, and when he groaned and released inside her she closed her eyes and savored the feeling.

Griffin collapsed on top of her, and his fingers snaked over her skin and into her wet folds. He found her clit and pinched, which pushed her over the edge. Her ass hurt, her pussy was full, and her clit throbbed under his touch. This was so much more than just a spanking night.

This was the best Friday night she’d had in quite some time.