My sexy Boss

[ 11 ]

I walk down the stairs and enter the kitchen. I see Travis moving around in front of the stoof and the fridge.

I watch as he moves around, engrossed by his back muscles rippling under his skin. 

As if feeling my eyes upon him, he turned around smirking at me.

"Just in time, baby girl," he says approvingly.

I smile softly at him and take a seat at the kitchen island. My feet aren't able to touch the ground since the chair is too high.

Travis places the toast and scrambled eggs and bacon on the island and walks over to me, hugging me from behind.

He kisses my cheek, then my jaw, then my neck and lastly my neck. I turn my head away to give him more access, but he steps away from me.

"Later baby, we're going to eat and then go to work." He tells me.

I whimper a little, he places one last kiss on my lips, sits down at the island as well and starts eating from the breakfast he made.

As we are eating, I can't help but thinking about what Parker told me the other day.

"What's on your mind?" Travis asks me.

I look up to meet his gaze, he looks at me with a questioning expression.

"It's nothing," I tell him, I'm not sure how he'd react to what Parker told me and I don't want to upset him.

"It's not nothing, I just said you looked beautiful and you didn't even react." He says annoyed.

"You- You did?" I ask him, dumbfounded he'd say something like that.

"Yeah I did. Now, tell me what's bothering you." He demands, but I shake my head 'no' in response.

"Fine, have it your way," he grumbles while standing up and making his way over to me quickly.

He places his arms around my waist and lifts me off the chair with ease. I start thrashing around, but his grip on me is too strong, so I decide to save my strength for a better moment.

He walks me through his apartment and softly throws me on the couch. Before I can get up, he turns me, so I'm laying face down on the couch.

He squats next to me, so he is a little higher than eye-level with me. He moves his head closer to mine, while a strong arm on my back keeps me down.

"Now, tell daddy what is going through that pretty head of yours," he whispers in a low voice in my ear.

I feel a streak of pleasure run through me at the sound of his voice, but I still don't want to tell him. So I shake my head 'no' again.

"Hmm," he says, "That's not a good girl," he says disapprovingly.

He moves away from my head and places his left hand on my back, still keeping me down, while his right hand moves further down my back, slowly caressing my buttcheek. 

Suddenly, he lifts his right hand a brings it down with force on my ass. I gasp, while Travis eyes me curiously, waiting for my reaction. It stings at first, but after that pleasure comes and I'm turned on immediately. I arch my back, so that my ass is moved in his direction. Telling him I want more.

He chuckles, "You like that, huh?"

I nod my head quickly, while wiggling my ass a little, trying to make him want to spank me more.

"Too bad I can't use that as a punishment anymore," Travis sighs.

I look over my shoulder at him with eyes filled with disappointment, he can't be serious.

He laughs at my expression, "Will you tell me what you're thinking about?" 

"I'm thinking about the fact that if you spank me harder, it'd still be a punishment." I tell him, trying to sound seductive, while wiggling my ass a little harder.

He groans, his eyes are trained at my wiggling ass. He grabs my hips, demanding me to stop moving my ass so much.

"You know that's not what I meant, but maybe you're right." He tells me.

I look in front of me and smirk at myself.

This time his right hand leaves my body and caresses my right cheek before slapping it, hard.

My entire body moves forward, due to the big impact of the slap. I'm not yet used to the sting, but the pleasure is incredible, causing me to ignore the sting.

"Enough playing around, baby girl. I want you to tell me what you were thinking of during breakfast." The playfulness in his voice has decreased significantly, and I know he, in fact, is done playing around and wants a serious answer. 

He's going to be pissed either way, I think to myself. So I decide to just tell him.

"Before I went to the club yesterday, Parker talked to me in his car and I was thinking about what he said." I stop talking, hoping this is enough information for him.

"And...?" He urges me to continue, "What did he say that is so interesting?"

"He-," I hesitate, should I lie or tell the truth? I decide the truth is better and continue, "He said that you never please a woman while having sex with her. You never let her..." I pause, looking for the right word, "...finish."

Travis moves away from me, I sit up and look at him, but he doesn't meet my gaze. Neither does he respond to what I just told him.

"I was wondering why you did let me finish, why you still want me. I just don't understand."

Travis looks at me, before replying harshly, "You don't need to understand, nobody does."

He stands up from the couch and I look at him, my heart aches, why was he being so rude?

"Trav-" I begin, but he cuts me off.

"Just leave Alexa, and don't come to work today. You're not fired, I just don't want to see you today." He says with a cold, monotone voice.

He turns around and walks away. I feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I watch him walking away. Away from the couch, from me, from whatever is making him act this way.

Although he hurt me, I will not let him go. He's hurt and maybe afraid of something, I'm not one to give up on someone this easily.

However, I decide to give him some time to think about what happened and about what he wants.

I leave the apartment quietly and go home. 

This were a weird twenty four hours...