Chapter 4

Chris’s POV:

I took a deep breath and pushed the adjoining door connecting My boss’s office to mine. The files I had printed out a few hours ago were stapled together, arranged in a file, and currently clutched to my chest as I carefully let myself in.

Alex was sitting in his chair as usual, a red undershirt hugging his biceps and broad shoulders tightly, his suit jacket hanging off the back of his seat. He glanced up from something he was writing and beaconed me forward with a crook of his fingers.

Determined to play it cool and not act like I’ve been restless since the start of today as the thought of him finally fulfilling his promise and giving me an orgasm kept echoing in my head, I walked towards him and stopped a few feet away from his table, the same spot I stood in yesterday, a small sigh escaping my lips as the thought of how he had jerked me forward with a grip on my tie floated around in my head.

“Good evening, boss,” I greeted and glanced towards the opened floor length window, the sun was still shining quite brightly even though it was already some minutes after seven in the evening. It was a Thursday, so I understand why it’s taking the sun way too long to start her journey back into the clouds, Thursdays is known for being the slowest moving day in the whole week, along with Tuesday. Sometimes it’s too your favor and sometimes it isn’t.

“Hello there, Chris.” His deep voice rumbled out of him without him glancing up and I sighed once again, why wasn’t he looking at me? Was he already regretting taking me over his thighs and spanking me this fast?

“You asked for the files,” I informed him after a few seconds of silence and that was when he finally glanced up from whatever it was that he was writing, he stared at my face pointedly without saying a word and I glanced away after our eyes locked and held for a few moments.

“You look so beautiful today.”

I turned my head back towards him fast. Way too fast if we were supposed to be acting nonchalant, but I didn’t care about that anymore, did I? I had taken extra care while getting ready for work this morning because I had wanted to look good for him. Even though half of my mind had been convinced that he wouldn’t notice the extra eyeliner and dark eyeshadow around my eyes, along with the red lip gloss I had applied this morning.

“Oh, um, thank you,” I replied after shuddering a little to my annoyance. I had no idea why he always turned me into a nervous, flustered ball.

“You draw your eyeliner so well. It isn’t even smudged on your eyelids one bit, and the light eyeshadow you added made your eyes extra smokey, and extra sexier even.” He continued and my mouth fell open for a few seconds as I started at him surprisingly, totally dumbfounded at how he just threw not one but a lot of compliments in one sentence at me.

“Thank you.”

I tried not to smile too wildly by biting on my lower lips, but I knew I was doing a shitty job since I could still feel my cheeks stretched out in a wild smile, my insides bursting excitedly as his complement kept replaying in my head.

“So, where are the files?” He asked and I quickly handed them over to him, our fingers didn’t brush this time to my disappointment. The disappointing feeling disappeared immediately, giving way for the famous anxiety to creep its way comfortably into my mind as I watched as he started to flip through the files slowly, excruciatingly slowly.

I watched his face pointedly for any sign of disapproval or disappointment but as usual, his blank expression gave nothing away. He flipped through the remaining pages fast and returned to the second, third and fourth page all over again. My heart was in my mouth while I silently prayed to God to please change the wrong things in the file to my favor.

I was lost in my frantic thoughts that I didn’t notice when he finished looking through the file and closed it, then placed it on a bunch of other files on the far end of his table…until he called out my name, to my embarrassment.

I stared down at him and tried to figure out if he was mad at my performance like he was yesterday, or if it was the total opposite. I had no confidence in myself when it came to that assignment because it was really, really more complicated than I expected.

“I see you did listen to my explanations yesterday,” he started to say, and I felt the breath I was unconsciously holding in whoosh out from my lungs in a quiet, relieved puff.

“Yeah, I did.” I confirmed, my confidence slowly seeping back into my mind as I shifted my weight from foot to foot, a nervous excitement starting to brew in the depth of my stomach.

So, it’s time now?

“And you did well in the assignments this time,” he continued, and I felt my chest swell with pride at his words.

“You know what that means, right?” He asked and I nodded my head vigorously, my stomach starting to knit out of nervous excitement.

“What does it mean?” He asked as he threw his pen off the desk and folded his arms on his chest, my eyes hungrily taking in how his bunched-up biceps made his shirt stretch more around his bulging muscles.

“It means I get to finally cum?” I asked tentatively, biting on my lips lightly as I stared down at him excitedly.

“Damn right, you’re finally going to cum, by me.” He rephrased and I nodded my head in agreement with him, him saying the same thing I said in a different way with the confidence mine was lacking made it all the hotter and I shifted my weight from foot to foot as my stomach kept knotting excitedly.

“Well, that is, if you didn’t disobey me by getting yourself off last night, did you?” He suddenly asked and a quick image of me stroking my dick while taking a shower last night flashed in my head, making guilty color splash my cheeks. I shook my head in reply, “No, I didn’t.”

He stared at me quietly for a few minutes before saying, “why do I feel like you disobeyed me?”

I shook my head immediately, “No, no, I didn’t.”

“But you tried to?” He pressed and I shook my head in reply, my stupid cheeks growing even redder in embarrassing guilt.

“Are we back to lying once again?” He asked and I bit lightly on my lower lips, “No, we aren’t.” I replied quietly, my tongue slipping out to swipe over my upper lip.

He crooked his index fingers and a ‘come closer’ invitation and I dragged in a deep breath as I closed the small distance between us until only a little space separated us. He lifted that said index finger and lightly traced a line on my arm through my shirt and I felt that touch burn into my skin as it crept upwards all the way to my shoulder to stop on the knot of my tie. The breath I had sucked in a few minutes ago whooshed out as his fingers wrapped themselves around the knot of my tie.

He jerked me forward with his grip on my tie and I panted hard while staring down at his eyes. He jerked me closer and leaned forward, his mouth aiming for my left ear “You tried to get yourself off last night, didn’t you?” He whispered into my ear, and I shuddered as his hot breath fanning the insides of my ear sent a small shiver sliding down my spine.

“Um, y-yeah,” I shuttered out and puffed out a harsh breath when his lips brushed the shell of my ear ever so lightly.

He pulled away from my ear and was once again staring into my eyes, I licked my lips nervously and stared away from his gaze, having no idea about what he was going to do next but wanting it to involve him making me cum, hopefully.

“How did you try getting yourself off?” He asked slowly and I dragged my eyes back to him, color flooding into my cheeks as I watched him slowly trail his eyes over my whole body, his gaze lingering a little longer on my groin area, I didn’t need to look down to know that I was hard, the beating pulse in my balls vibrating constantly against the underside of my dick.

“Oh, um,” I trailed off and bit my lips, not knowing if I was supposed to tell him everything details by details.

“Go on, don’t leave any detail out.” He urged and I felt my racing heartbeat calm a little bit, now I didn’t have to start thinking about what to say and what to not say after being ordered to not leave any detail out.

“I stroked myself while taking a shower last night,” I started to say, looking everywhere but at him. I licked my lips before continuing, “And I rubbed my ass against the wall because it hurt in a good kind of way,” I whispered the words out, feeling a little bit guilty for getting off on something as sick as that, but I just couldn’t control my body on what to respond to or not.

“And I bet you were almost cumming before stopping, hm?”

I nodded my head immediately, having no understanding as to why he always seemed to figure everything out without even trying.

“I bet you’d love it if I take you over my knees and spank your still throbbing ass cheeks, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, um no, I meant yeah.” I replied immediately without thinking about anything other than how my ass was still red when I had checked it out this morning, but still wanting it despite how wrong it sounds alone.

He only chuckled and shook his head, “That’s for another day, for now, take off your pants.”

Yes!