Make me Yours

Part 3. Her Dream

"Why did you not take the notes when I specially asked you to? Do you not understand how important this is for me? For our company?"

Rachel didn't lookup. Her hands, shaking at hearing the guttural sound of Matt. She puts them on her hips, staring at the floor instead of meeting Matts stormy eyes. The secretary was too embarrassed to look up.

Her lips trembled as she breathed, "I'm sorry, sir. I was distracted..."

Matt walked towards her and stood in front of her. His every step was making her nervous, almost making her want to crawl under the table. 

Before she could say anything, Rachel felt his large hand on her jaw, raising her head. The look in his eyes made it difficult to breathe. He had a hunger on his face she had never seen before. What was he going to do? She thought, folding her lips together.

"On my desk Rachel. Hands and knees. Now."

She made no complaint or query and quickly scrambled to climb onto his desk. His desk was the perfect height which made her ass line up with his hips. Rachel regretted wearing A-line skirt, it hitched up her thigh, exposing her beautiful long legs.

Matts cold breath fell on her bare exposed skin, and she held breath, eyes clenched shut in anticipation.

"You were supposed to be my pretty little obedient Secretary, Rachel. That's why I pay you every month, not to suck on the tip of the pencil and distract me in the meeting."

Her mouth fell open at that. She had no idea that he was paying attention to her. For the first time, she did not do it intentionally.

"Now spread your legs. Wider, spread your legs wider..." Matt growled some desperation overtaking him.

She hummed, parting her legs, in attempt hitching her skirt even higher.

"Sir, please don't fire me."

He clicked his tongue, "Fire you? Well, that depends on how good you behave now."

With that, Matt pushed her skirt all the way up, exposing her lace panties. He let out a groan, palming her round cheeks.

"You're unreal, baby."

She shivered as his voice melted against her skin like ice cream on a sunny day.

Raising his hand, Matt bought his hand down on her thick luscious ass. Rachel jerked, her nails digging into her palms as she tried not to scream. 

"Oh please sir, p-please."

Rachel was not sure why she begged, but the pleasure clouded her senses. His body pressing against her made her feel like she was high, heart racing. Matt hummed.

He rubbed at her skin and struck again.

Ten slaps later she was a whimpering mess, squirming against his palm and humping against the glass desk. Her panties were wet, sticking to her wet tight cunt.

Her boss wound a hand around her waist and flipped her, making sure she was comfortable on her ass. The raw material against her red hot skin made Rachel squirm, but she blearily blinked her eyes.

Matt almost cursed under his breath staring at her tiny, tight, pink lace panties. His fingers hooked under the side of her panties. She bit on her lips, arching her back. Almost desperate to feel his fingers.