I was a bundle of nerves. My hands were clammy, as if I’d washed them and forgotten to dry them. My lips throbbed from being bitten, a casualty of my anticipation. But under the tension, excitement brewed—thrumming through me. This was the day I’d finally decided to show up, unannounced, to see the look on his face. To see how he’d react when he laid eyes on me for the first time.

The elevator stopped with a faint ding, and as the doors slid open, my excitement turned into a rush of nerves. I tugged my blouse down a touch, just enough to hint at my cleavage, straightened my mini skirt, and tossed some of my long, black curls over my shoulder to drape against my chest. Breathe, I kept repeating to myself. Just keep breathing.

Each step down the hallway toward his office felt like I was holding my breath longer and longer. I was lost in my daydream when the secretary broke my trance.

"Here you are, miss," she said with a polite smile. "This is his office. Do you need anything else?"

"No, thank you," I replied, cutting her off mid-sentence.

She smiled, and as she walked away, I turned my attention to the door in front of me. I knocked softly but firm enough for him to hear. From inside, his voice called out, "Come in."

I opened the door and saw him. There he was, sitting at his desk, that beautiful man—looking confused, unsure. But I could see the recognition flicker in his eyes, even if he couldn’t fully believe what he was seeing. As I stepped inside, I quietly shut the door behind me and locked it. His confusion deepened, but the way he looked at me... oh, it was all so familiar.

He stood, and in that moment, I took him in—the man who had made me weak with just his voice, the man whose words alone had left me breathless. Tall, with piercing green eyes and long black hair that framed his chiseled face. His broad chest and strong arms made him look even more powerful as he strode toward me, radiating confidence, that magnetic pull making me want to give myself to him completely, right there in his office.

When he finally reached me, he extended his hand with a slight smile, introducing himself. I shook his hand, and the softness of his skin sent a blush creeping to my cheeks. Memories of our late-night conversations—his voice, deep and sensual, bringing me to the edge while he sat in this very office—rushed back. The thought made me bite my lip.

He still looked confused, but I smiled. "It's me," I said softly. "I wanted to surprise you. I couldn't wait another day."

For a moment, we just stood there, the weight of the realization sinking in. Then, without warning, his hands cupped my face, and his lips crashed against mine. The kiss was intense, igniting a fire inside me that made my knees buckle. A soft moan escaped my lips as his hands roamed down my body, gripping my ass firmly before sliding his fingers beneath my skirt. No panties—just as I’d planned.

The moment his fingers grazed my bare skin, a deep, primal groan rumbled from his chest. I was already soaking wet, and he knew it. His fingers teased me, brushing over my clit in slow, deliberate circles. His other hand tugged at my blouse, freeing my breasts. His mouth followed immediately, his hot breath against my skin sending shivers down my spine.

I was in heaven. This man had me—completely. I’d do anything for him. The thought alone made me moan louder into his mouth.

He stopped kissing me, his eyes locking onto mine. "I'm so happy you surprised me," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. He dropped to his knees, lifting my skirt higher, and groaned at the sight of me—dripping wet. "Is this all for me?" he asked, his voice dark with pleasure.

I nodded, breathless, and he smiled before burying his face between my thighs. His tongue found my most sensitive spot immediately, licking and teasing until I was a trembling mess. I couldn’t hold back the moans, spreading my legs wider, leaning back onto his desk for support. His fingers slid inside me, pumping in perfect rhythm as his tongue continued its slow, delicious torment.

I was close—so close. My vision blurred, my body melting into his touch. "I’m about to cum," I gasped, knowing I was on the edge. He didn’t stop, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, overwhelming every inch of me as I cried out his name, shaking uncontrollably as I came all over his face.

But as my body quivered with the aftershocks, he looked up at me with a sly smile. "You didn’t ask to cum," he said, feigning disappointment.

My cheeks flushed. "Then you’ll just have to punish me," I teased, barely able to hold back my excitement..

He didn’t waste a second. In one fluid motion, he pulled me to my feet and spun me around, bending me over his desk, my bare skin exposed. The first smack landed lightly, a sting that made me moan, my body responding instantly. Then another, harder this time, right in the same spot. My moans filled the room as he continued, each strike sending heat coursing through me, leaving my ass raw and throbbing.

“Why am I doing this?” he asked, his voice low and commanding.

“Because I was a bad girl,” I managed to say, breathless.

“And why were you bad?” His hand paused, lingering over the next strike.

“Because I didn’t ask to cum,” I admitted, my voice trembling with both shame and desire.

His hand soothingly rubbed the spot where he'd been spanking me. “Good girl,” he murmured. “But don’t let it happen again.”

As I stayed bent over his desk, legs spread and wetness pooling between my thighs, I heard the unmistakable sound of his belt buckle loosening. My breath hitched in anticipation. He nudged my legs further apart with his foot, teasing me with the promise of what was coming. I could barely breathe, heart racing with excitement.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling me back toward him, his lips grazing my ear as he whispered, “I’m going to fuck you like the little slut you are. You’re mine. Do you hear me?”

“Mmmm yes, I’m yours,” I moaned, my words tangled with pleasure.

He tightened his grip on my hair, forcing me to answer properly. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy, I’m all yours,” I corrected quickly.

Satisfied, he let go of my hair and pressed my head back down to the desk. “Good girl.”

My whole body trembled in anticipation as he teased me, rubbing his cock against my dripping cunt, up and down, slowly—just enough to remind me how wet I was. “So wet... is this all for me?”

I barely managed to nod before he pushed himself inside me in one swift motion, filling me completely. My moan was loud, desperate. He pulled out just as slowly, making me crave him even more.

“Is this pussy wet for me?” he asked again, his voice thick with desire.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, just as he slid back inside, deeper this time. I couldn’t form words, only sounds of pure pleasure.

His pace quickened, each thrust harder and more insistent, demanding everything from me. “Tell me, is this pussy mine? Is it this wet just for me?”

“Yes, Daddy, it’s all yours,” I gasped. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fill me up, please.”

His grip tightened on my hips, and I felt his control slipping, his voice low and raw as he growled, “Fuck, you’re so tight, and such a good girl for me. Your pussy is mine.”

I was lost in the sensation, pushing back against him, wanting him deeper, harder. My orgasm built with every thrust, threatening to spill over. “Daddy, I’m so close,” I whimpered.

His cock grew even harder inside me, his thrusts pounding into me relentlessly. “Cum with me,” he ordered, his voice thick with need.

He counted down, his rhythm never faltering. “Five... four... three... two... one...”

And just like that, we both shattered together, my body melting under him as waves of pleasure wracked through me. He kept fucking me, filling me with his cum, every deep stroke prolonging my release. I came again, crying out as his cock stayed buried inside me, his seed marking me as his.

He slowed the pace, his cock still hitting my cervix with each deliberate stroke. Every thrust was deep, controlled, and it was driving me wild. Fuck, I thought, this was the best I’d ever had. It was like he could read my mind because just then, he chuckled softly and pulled out, leaving me aching for more. He smacked my ass, a sharp sting that sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and leaned in close, his breath hot on my skin.

"This is just the beginning,” he whispered before turning me around and capturing my lips in a deep, hungry kiss. My body responded instantly, my pussy throbbing as I bit down on his lower lip, desperate for him again. I’d do anything for this man. He had me completely, and I craved whatever he wanted to give.

But instead of giving me what I wanted, he pulled back. “I’ve got a few things to finish first,” he said, his voice commanding. “Sit there and wait for me, patiently.”

It took everything in me not to pout like a spoiled brat. The urge to beg him to keep going was strong, but I did as he asked, settling into the chair across from his desk. His eyes trailed up my skirt, and I could feel his gaze lingering on the wetness between my legs. He had the perfect view. I smirked, knowing exactly what kind of power I had over him.

He picked up his phone to take a call, and the brat in me couldn’t resist. I crossed my legs, hiding my cum-filled pussy from his view. I saw the frustration flicker across his face immediately, his jaw tightening as he shot me a look.

“Hold on a second,” he said abruptly into the phone, lowering it from his ear. His voice dropped, dangerous and low. “Uncross your fucking legs for Daddy. I’m not even close to being done with you.”

I hesitated just long enough to tease him, slowly parting my legs but not completely. The tension between us was palpable. His jaw clenched even tighter, and the look in his eyes promised retribution. I couldn’t help but grin and roll my eyes, pushing his buttons just a little more.

He cleared his throat, and when I looked up again, he was staring at me, mouthing silently, “Open your fucking legs.”

I played innocent, pretending I didn’t understand, bringing my hand to my ear as though I hadn’t heard him. I laughed softly as I uncrossed my legs fully, letting him have the view he wanted.

Without warning, he cut his call short. “I’ll deal with this on Monday,” he said curtly, hanging up. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn’t expected that.

He grabbed his things and stood, motioning for me to follow. “Come on,” he said, taking my hand. “You better not think I’m going to go easy on you for what you just did.”

I blinked, confused, the thrill of anticipation growing in my chest. “What did I do?” I asked, feigning innocence.

He shot me a knowing look, his voice a dark promise. "I'm not going to go easy on you, not after toying with me like that," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "You have no idea what you do to me... but I'm going to show you. I’ll teach you exactly what it means to be my good little slut."

My breath hitches, heat pooling low in my belly. That familiar ache stirs between my thighs, the one that only he can ignite. I bite my lip, trying to steady myself as he casually presses the button to the elevator. He turns, eyes dark, catching my flustered expression, and a slow, wicked smile spreads across his face.

"Get in," he commands, amusement lacing his tone.

I hesitate for a moment, feeling the air thicken with tension. With a sharp smack to my ass, he urges me forward, and I let out a soft gasp before stepping into the elevator. The cool metal walls seem to close in as I turn to push the button for our floor. That’s when it hits me—it's just the two of us.

The doors slide shut with a soft whoosh, locking us in this tight space. My pulse quickens, my skin tingling under his intense gaze, and I can already feel the electricity between us building..