Chapter 9 Innocence Lost

I can’t believe this is happening. More than that, I can’t believe how much it’s turning me on. My hands tremble as I unbutton my shirt and let it fall from my shoulders.

This is so messed up. Mr. Royce is twice my age, and a family friend. But if this is the only way I can atone for what I tried to do to him, I’ll do it. Because if my stepdad throws me out, I have nowhere else to go.

And if I’m being completely honest, the thought of getting up-close and personal with Mr. Royce’s cock makes my clit tingle like mad.

I unclasp my bra and remove it. Mr. Royce’s eyes drink me in. He gives my breasts a few test smacks and a good squeeze before unzipping his slacks and pulling out his fat cock. It’s even bigger than I remember. I wrap my hand around it, though my fingers don’t even touch. Glancing up at him, I pump his shaft a few times to get a feel for his girth.

Mr. Royce exhales, his eyelids going heavy. I wonder if this is the first time he’s ever thought about me like this, on my knees in his office with his cock in my fist. The satisfaction in his gaze tells me it’s most likely not.

I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. He groans so deep in his throat it comes out as a growl. Slowly, I work my tongue all the way down his shaft and back up. I’m not sure how I’m going to fit him in my mouth, so I focus my attentions on the head, kissing and licking, tonguing the frenulum.

When I’m ready, I take a deep breath and wrap my lips around the head, taking the whole bulbous tip into my mouth.

Mr. Royce’s hand tangles in my hair. I drool as much as I can down his shaft and jerk my hand in time with my lips. Little by little, I take more of him, coming up for air and then going back down. My jaw aches. I ignore the discomfort and concentrate on the pleasure I’m giving him, and how sucking Mr. Royce’s cock turns me on far more than sucking Kevin’s ever did.

Before I even realize I’m doing it, my hand finds its way under my skirt. My clit is hard and ultra-sensitive. I barely have to touch it before I’m shaking like a frightened chihuahua. My boss’s hips start to buck; I doubt he can help himself. I make my hand an extension of my mouth so it feels like he’s thrusting into something deeper, like my pussy...I moan at the thought.

"Are you touching yourself?" he asks.

Embarrassed, I stop everything. I’ve never masturbated in front of someone before—not even Kevin. It feels too personal, too intimate. When I glance up at Mr. Royce, his cheeks are ruddy and his eyes are dark.

“Stand up, Lily.” When I don’t, he makes me, grasping my shoulders and hauling me to my feet. He reaches under my skirt to feel my panties, and his mouth tips up at the corners. "Well, I’ll be damned. The brat is enjoying herself."

My face burns like an inferno. I can't help rocking against his hand as he pets me. It feels so fucking good. He kisses my mouth, his tongue sliding past my lips in a possessive gesture that clearly says, everything you think is yours is mine tonight. His cock bumps my stomach as he tugs my panties down.

“Mr. Royce, wait.” I gasp at the illicit thrill I feel as he cups my pussy. “You didn’t say anything about—”

“On the desk, brat.”

Quickly, I hop up on his desk. He pushes my skirt up and then spreads my knees. The look he gives my pussy takes my breath away.

“It kills me to think you’ve been wasting this gorgeous pussy on some inexperienced fuckboy.”

“But...I haven’t.”

He runs two fingers along my slit. “You’re telling me you’re still a virgin?”

I nod.

Mr. Royce licks his lips. “Well then. It’s time you let a man show you how it’s done.”

Tendrils of pleasure weave their way from my groin throughout the rest of my body. Mr. Royce spreads my lips, then teases my clit with his center finger. I gasp as he slips his finger inside me, then moan as he fucks me with it. Slowly. The look on his face makes my nipples harden.

I can’t not touch them.

My boss eases me back onto the desk with a hand at my throat, then bends to kiss my breast. He licks my nipples, sucks them, bites them gently. My breasts aren’t big, but they’re round and firm and Mr. Royce seems to like the fact that he can fit them in his mouth. He kisses a trail down my stomach, pausing to nip the places where my hip bones jut.

My pussy flutters in anticipation of what his tongue will feel like when he reaches my clit.

Kevin has only ever gone down on me once when he was drunk, and he wasn't very good at it. Mr. Royce is very good at it. Within seconds, I'm writhing like a water snake. He pins my hips to the desk, his gaze dark and foreboding.

"Knock over my files and I'll spank your ass until it's as pink as your pussy."

Excitement trills through me. No one, not even my stepdad, has ever spanked me. Not even when I was a little girl.

Mr. Royce fucks me with his fingers, smoothing his tongue over my clit again and again. I know it’s inappropriate, what we’re doing, but it feels too good to stop. Thinking about my boss’s hand on my ass, coming down hard, teaching me a lesson, makes me ache for a time when I was a daddy’s girl. I want to know what it feels like to lay across my a big man’s lap and take his punishments.

I want Mr. Royce to show me who's boss, here on the big boss-man’s desk.

I rest my hand on the McKenzie file. My clit throbs, my pussy clenching around his finger. As soon as my orgasm hits me, I arch my back and push the folder off the desk. Papers scatter across the floor. I moan.

Mr. Royce looks up from between my legs. "Now, you're gonna get it."

He flips me over so that I'm bent over the desk with my ass in the air and my feet barely touching the floor. His hand comes down hard on my right ass cheek. It hurts a lot more than I bargained for.

“Act like a brat and expect to be punished like a brat.”

His hand is so big. Big enough to cover my whole ass cheek. Each time he spanks me, he follows up with a firm grab, pressing the burning heat into my flesh. I wriggle against the desk. As much as it hurts, it feels amazing when he glides his fingertips over my cheeks—better than it would have if he hadn't spanked me first. It’s the pain that makes the pleasure feel like heaven in comparison. Just like my stepdad’s punishments—groundings, menial tasks, bed without supper—exist in order to teach me how to be a better daughter, Mr. Royce’s spanking is firm because he wants me to be a better employee.

He spanks me five more times on the right and six on the left. My ass burns like two round embers. He skates his fingers across my flesh, making my whole body tingle. He dips between my legs to feel how slick I am, and has no trouble fitting three fingers inside me.

"I was going to come in your mouth,” he says, “but this pussy's too juicy to pass up."