Ch 3: Sweet Cream- P3- Discplinary Meeting

Keith, Grande Latte Cafe, Office- 8:00 AM

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Well, I completely failed my vow to be professional around Abigail. But it was damn worth it! Seeing her face light up when I offered her that new position, and then the look of satisfaction while tasting those treats, broke my willpower. I couldn't fucking resist her anymore.

When she walked through the doors six months ago, I knew she was trouble. long, natural red hair, full, soft lips, hazel eyes, and an ass that wouldn't quit. She had swagger, walking around like she owned the place and demanding to know what happened to the old bakery.

After an intense hour, she calmed down and accepted a barista position with us, and I developed a deep attraction for her. In that time frame, neither her sassy attitude nor my attraction has changed.

Except now, I've tasted her, and I want more.

"Mm, as much as I'd love that," Abigail giggles. "Don't we both have jobs to do?" She tries to get off the desk, and I push her back down.

I silence her with a kiss, trailing my hands down her perky breasts. "Yes, we do; however, there's an issue we haven't fixed."

Abigail tilts her head in curiosity.

"Your attitude..." I whisper in her ear. "Needs some adjustment, Abigail."

She giggles, squirming like a naughty schoolgirl. "Oh yeah? What did you have in mind, sir?"

Oh, now she's done it.

With a wicked smile, I pull my belt from my slacks, giving it a dramatic snap for effect. Abigail's eyes widened in surprise. "We'll use this in a minute." I tease, dropping it across the desk.

"Take me out." I rasp, stroking her beautiful hair.

Abigail makes quick work of my slacks and boxers, piling them at my feet. She gasps when she sees all of me. I must be bigger than she expected.

Backing up, I order gently, "On your knees, kneel on my clothes and spread your legs wide."

Her cheeks flush as she slides onto the floor and obeys my commands. Finally, she's being a good girl; I knew she had it in her.

Staring up at me, spreading her legs wide, she asks, "What now?"

I scoop the remaining bits of Sweet Cream onto my fingers and smear it all over my cock. Since it's sat out for a minute, it's not as cold. Thank God for that, otherwise he would've shrunk by now.

Brushing her bottom lip, "Eat up, beautiful. Hands behind your back. Mouth only."

Abigail nods, panting heavily as she leans forward. She runs her tongue along the length, greedily slurping at the dessert topping. When most of it is gone, she envelopes me with her tight, hot mouth. To my surprise, she slides me all the way to the back of her throat. She then bobs her head up and down rapidly. I groan, twitching in response.

Closing my eyes, I surrender to her movements. Her throat seems to get tighter with each stroke, edging me closer to climax. Something I've denied myself for too long. A mistake in hindsight, as Abigail's mouth is fucking heavenly.

I suppose I've grown used to the stress. After all, I've been working long hours, handling the leftover financial difficulties the previous business left behind, scheduling staff, and managing the baked goods almost full-time. Oh, and arguing with staff.

My spine tingles as all of my troubles disappear from my mind, leaving behind a cloud of pleasure. "Don't stop, you feel so fucking good..." I groan, pushing my cock deeper in her throat. She gags slightly, then moans deeply as she meets my rhythm.

"Fuck," I growl, body stiffening as I unload months of stress down Abigail's throat.

She moans loudly, swallowing every hot, sticky stream I give her.

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11:30 AM

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Once we finished in the office, we agreed to continue our jobs. For now. After all, we had the lunch rush to tend to, and the baked goods display cases were empty. The chef and I whipped up our usuals, along with the new items that Abigail recommended. This included Sweet Cream meringue cookies. She blushed when we handed them over, clearly remembering our taste testing earlier.

Whenever the cases were clean, stocked, and labelled correctly, Abigail approached me and looked nervous.

"Um, Keith, about earlier..." She mumbles, biting her lip. "I don't normally do that, especially with one of my bosses."

Ah, she must be concerned about her job. Or what her new "position" might entail.

I place my hand on her shoulder and give her a reassuring smile. "Please, don't be worried. What happened was incredible, but it's not an expectation, if you get what I mean." She exhales in relief. "Truth is, I've wanted you since you walked through the cafe doors six months ago."

"O-Oh, I didn't know," Abigail admits, cheeks turning redder by the second. "Well, since we're being...intimate, I've fantasized about you for a few months."

My cock twitches within the confines of my slacks. Abigail wants me, too? This is a delightful surprise. One that I intend to enjoy for as long as possible.

"Hm, I figured your sass and attitude meant you hated me." I brush my lips against her ear. "Guess not, huh?" She shivers, shaking her head with a smile.

"So, what's going on with-" She gestures between us. "This? Does my new job have special 'tasks' attached to it, because if that's the case, you can shove it up your-"

I put my hand over her mouth. "Calm down, no, it doesn't. And if you keep this up, "I growl in her ear. "I'll tie you up with my belt and discipline you properly. No jokes or excuses this time."

She swallows harshly, nodding slowly.

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9:30 PM

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Irritation has been building since we discussed Abigail's attitude. Because, since then, she's been annoying the shit out of me. Smarting off, misplacing things, and purposefully dropping baked items so that we had to make fresh ones. She was hell on wheels! Once everyone has left, besides the two of us, I corner her in the storage room.

"I keep my promises, Abigail," I whisper, pinning her body against a metal shelf. "Your attitude needs further adjustment."

She whimpers, shifting her body slightly. I grab both of her hands, anchoring them behind her head. I kiss her deeply, shoving my groin into her abdomen. She gasps at my excitement. Using my free hand, I remove my belt.

"Turn around, ass out, hands above your head," I order, moving away enough to allow movements.

Abigail looks confused before turning around. "Y-You said you would tie me up..."

I chuckle, stroking her hair. "I did, but I think you'd enjoy that too much, wouldn't you?" She nods, clutching the metal shelving like a lifeline.

With a smirk, I tap her ass, making her present it to me like a treat. "Good girl, now you're getting it," I murmur, massaging her tight, firm cheeks. "Now don't make a sound, not even moans. And you're not allowed to finish, understand?"

She needs to understand that her behavior needs to change if this "relationship" is to continue. That in all things, I want some element of control. Don't get me wrong, her defiance and sass are intoxicating; however, I enjoy watching women submit their desires to me. Seek out the gentle, yet firm guidance that I offer, and give in. I'm open to the idea of being a boyfriend, under the right circumstances.

It's not an ideal "relationship", and I don't know if Abigail wants it long-term. I know, personally, I do. Abigail makes me feel like a man. Strong, dominant, sexually satiated.

Maybe, after this, we can figure everything out.

Abigail nods, keeping her silence. Perfect.

Moving my hands further south, I slide her skirt up, revealing bare cheeks. This pleases me. She never put her panties back on.

She spreads her legs wide; her body trembles in anticipation as I tease the bundle of nerves between her thighs. Pressing, circling, dipping into the vertical opening. Abigail doesn't make a peep, arching her back with each touch. It seems she loves to be teased just shy of an orgasm. Hm, I knew there was a reason I liked her.

Wait, what? Like her? Do I like Abigail? Question to address later, I decide, easing my fingers deep inside her.

She's warmer and tighter than her mouth, which shouldn't be possible. Unless she's a virgin, but I find that unlikely. Her body's reaction to my actions tells me she's experienced and that she enjoys kinky sex.

Hm, I wonder?

Indulging my curiosity, I slide my middle finger up, applying pressure to her tight, possibly untouched, hole. Abigail gasps loudly.

"Naughty girls get punished," I whisper, whipping her ass with my belt lightly twice. Her breathing quickens as her face becomes flushed. "Mmm, you love that." I coat my fingers in her arousal and press against the tight ring. "You're so wet from being spanked. I could take you here easily."

She looks back at me, pleading with her eyes; lips sealed to prevent noise. I whip her again and command, "Tell me what you desire, Abigail."

"Y-You, Keith," She pants. I reward her with my thumb pressing on her clit in rough circles. "Please fuck me. I can't take it anymore..." She moans as my rhythm increases.

Finally, the truth. "Finger yourself, slowly. I want you ready." I rasp, kissing her cheek. She obeys, sliding inside with ease. "Where do you want to be fucked, your tight pussy, or your naughty asshole?" I press my free fingers against it again for effect. She groans in appreciation.

"M-My ass," Abigail whimpers, pumping her fingers in and out slowly. "Please fuck my ass, Keith."

Chuckling, I whip her a few more times, kissing the tender flesh left behind. Kneeling behind her, I snake my tongue between her cheeks, massaging the tense muscles.

Abigail's body jolts as she inches closer and closer to paradise. When she's relaxed enough, I stop. Standing up, I tie one of her hands to the shelf using my belt, yank my pants and boxers down, and get in position.

I snap a condom on, lubricating it with Abigail's arousal, then slowly push inside. At first, she resists me. Pushing against my cock, whether it's on purpose or not, she had trouble taking me.

With a grunt, I slap her ass. "Keep touching yourself. It'll help you relax."

She obeys, rubbing her clit abrasively. I slowly begin entering her, inch by inch. Abigail moans deeply as I hit a spot of intense pleasure, making her buck her hips back and forth, which pushes me all the way home.

Fuck, she's ungodly tight. Either she's not used to someone my size, or it's been a while. Not that I'm complaining one way or another.

The two of us find a matching rhythm, driving each other over the edge in record time. Abigail shrieks a shuddering orgasm that makes her body limp. I fuck her from one orgasm into another, then I release with full force inside. Instantly, a fuzzy cloud of bliss covers us. One that represents the afterglow of great sex.

While cleaning up, we maul each other once more. This time, Abigail rides my cock like a wild Stallion. Her succulent pussy drains every ounce of energy and stress I had left.

By the time we're done, it's well after midnight

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