Chapter 22:

**Amanda Hank:**

"So, you gave him what he deserved? How about it?"

"I think so, he didn't like it but he deserves it. He gave me a hard time and it was the only way for him to understand me." I answered her. “He broke his promise, that's wrong, right?”

Emily laughs through the call and I feel good knowing she's on my side.

Frankly, I am relieved to be able to talk to her without fear and be listened to without prejudice.

"I think it's fantastic. It shows who's boss and who Amanda Hank is. It's the right thing to do, girl" She says and I smiled.

"I'll do that." My taxi parked at John's company and I cleared my throat, "I have to hang up. Talk to you later. I love you."

I cut off the call and deigned to get to my workplace.

John will have a three-hour meeting today, so I won't see him for long and I will only be responsible for receiving calls or writing down messages.

I imagine how tired he would be after three meetings in a row, maybe I should make him distract himself a little after finishing.

The work day passes slowly and I move my knee anxiously.

John has already finished his meetings and has locked himself in his office as he always does after working hard.

He didn't even greet me, that seemed in bad taste to me. He didn't even give me a smile or anything.

How bad it makes me feel...

That makes me think that he really wants me to make his punishment worse and play with him some more, right? He himself wants me to do that.

I smiled like I was going to win the lottery and put an idea from my head in action.

I was in charge of looking for some coffee and took the opportunity to find one for him.

This will be fun…

I knock on his office door hoping he will allow me in without complaints. Instead, he yells at me:

"I don't want visitors. I don't need anything either, keep working, Miss Hank."

I smiled and shook my head.

*Miss Hank? Am I not your darling anymore? What a pity*.

He really can't resist seeing me and not being able to touch me.

I entered his office, not caring, and smiled shamelessly at the man who furrowed his eyebrows angrily.

"Are you sure, sir? I've got coffee for you. You can't refuse my coffee... it's rude."

"Amanda, go back to your job." He says.

I put the coffee on his desk.

And I start with my performance.

I walk up to him and put a pout on my lips.

"Don't you want to see me, sir?"

My fingers unbutton my shirt slowly.

"Amanda, what are you doing? We're in the office."

*As if that matters to you, sir.*

"But I want you to see me, you haven't even greeted me today. That was very bad of you." Letin view of John my red lace bra.

He swallows dryly.

"I...I'm not in the mood. Go back to your work." He orders, in a half-hearted attempt to ignore me.

But I know he can't ignore me, no matter how much he wants to.

I am his weakness.

"But I want you to see me, John" my voice becomes deeper and more seductive.

I got rid of my shirt and it was left in my bra.

Slowly, and sensually, I walk towards him and sit on his lap with my legs on either side of his thighs.

He can't touch me.

But I yes to him.

"Sir, you can't imagine when I want you to fuck me against your desk. Let you spanked mis ass and repeat to me a thousand times that I am yours, and only yours. "Damn, I want his penis to penetrate me mercilessly until I'm exhausted'' in John's eyes, I see a gleam of hope that makes me smile. "It's a shame you can't touch me..."

"I could fulfill your fantasies... if you asked me, precious." One of his hands almost touches me but he restrains himself to do it.

*Now am I your precious? Oh my god, Smith...*

"Well, I don't want to. I like that it's only in my imagination."

My hips begin to move in circles on his lap, just creating friction with his crotch.

I see John close his eyes and sigh as if praying not to have a compromising reaction.

"Amanda, this isn't funny…Stop."

"What if I don't want to, sir?"

I keep moving slowly and I can see how John's chest goes down and up slowly, he seems to be holding back.

As I continue my movements, I get rid of my bra and play with my tits close to his face.

He swallows dryly.

And I moan when I begin to feel his penis begin to harden against my vagina.

"Ah, sir, I love your penis" I moaned in his ear and I could witness how his body trembled.

"Amanda… mercy."

My hips continue moving on him and he closes his eyes in an attempt to calm his desire to tear my thong and fuck me mercilessly.

The truth is I would love for him to fuck me very hard, but I want to make him suffer.

"Mercy? Aaaah, Sir, you can't ask me that when you're as hard as you are now." One of my hands goes down to his pants and massages his penis through the fabric.

Seriously, I'm getting excited. Maybe I should calm down.

Now…

I get off his lap and stand with my back to him.

I hike up my skirt and John can see my butt covered in a thong the same color as my bra.

"Amanda, please…"

I ignored his words and lowered my thong to the middle of my thigh in a sensual way.

I lowered my trunk a little towards the front, thus giving John a focused view of my vagina.

I hear him growland and I bite my lip.

In front of him and his own face, I masturbate shamelessly. My fingers get wet between my folds and I play with my pleasure center a little.

I can not hold back and I let out some moans while I enjoy my pleasure.

No one can hear me after all. No one can enter this floor without permission from John or me. That's why I'm so sure of my actions.

Otherwise, I probably wouldn't act the way I do.

After playing with my vagina for a while, I turn around with one hand still on my tit and the other on my vagina.

And I smiled when I saw how John is masturbating, with his eyes closed and grunting under his breath, his penis is so erect that it makes me moan internally and it is the perfect signal to withdraw.

After all, it is a way for him to eliminate stress from her body according to HE. Thenought thank me for this.

I hike up my thong and adjust my skirt.

I take the opportunity to put on my other clothes and when I'm ready, John opens his eyes and looks at me a little confused.

I didn't let him speak and I smiled at him.

"I must work, sir. Goodbye." I leave his office straight to the bathroom, ignoring him calling me.

I need to finish groping myself. I want to have an orgasm.

That situation excited me too much.

I loved seeing how John can get an erection just by looking at me and that he's actually dying to touch me.

I am a kind of forbidden fruit for him.

That lights me up like a fire.

He is unintentionally showing me the desire he has for me and my body. I find it fantastic and so pleasurable.

After entering a cubicle, I start to masturbate and bite my lip when I try to moan.

My thoughts are him.

John and I fucking.

John gave me a punishment.

John masturbated for me.

John penetrated me without mercy.

John gave me the best orgasm of my life.

John, John and simply John being my master and me being his obedient submissive.

When I reach my orgasm, my body trembles and I am short of breath.

I recovered and fixed my clothes again, now I look in a mirror to look more decent. So as not to leave a trace that something has happened.

My cheeks were red and I smiled as I felt so good about myself.

I leave the bathroom and return to my work station.

And I continue with my work day, pretendingI do not I did anything wrong today and I'm a little angel who works like hell.

John calls me to talk but I tell him that if it's not work, he better not even try.

After provoking the beast, it is best to stay away.

Otherwise, one or both of us could get hurt if we don't control ourselves.

And I want to continue with this for a while longer, maybe half a day more and then I'll see if John deserves to touch me or not.

I hope so.

I couldn't last more than two days without his hands on me.

To be honest, I want to fuck him. And a lot…

*So, sir, you better behave or we'll both have a bad time.

And I just want to have a good time with his penis in my mouth or in my vagina.*