Blackstone Inc. (Book 1)

Part 25

"Genevieve?"

He still hadn't turned around and his head was tilted down as he rubbed his fingertips against his temples.

"Yes, Sir," I answered quietly.

He was calm, but I could still feel the tension in the air around us.

"When we get to the office, I want you to take your panties off and bend over my desk with your skirt lifted above your hips. Do you understand?"

'The way I see it, you have two options... One, you tell him to fuck off and use your safe word. This option is great for if you truly are wanting to throw his attention off of you. He will no doubt be pissed, but he will most likely let you go. Option two, and this is not even bringing into consideration that you like him--you listen and do as he commanded. You keep his attention on you and you see if this...whatever it is...can go anywhere in your favor.'

And be his punching bag for when he's mad at his girlfriend and or me? He isn't single, in case you had forgotten that tidbit of information!

'At least you're getting his attention, unlike her. You better think quickly or he'll make your decision for you and provided you truly have your mind set on one option, you might not like what he chooses.'

So, with a sigh, I whispered, "Yes, Daddy."

He lifted his head and looked over his shoulder.

"Good girl," he praised and I couldn't help but feel giddy.

When the doors opened, he walked out and I followed behind him.

We both headed toward his desk and when I was at the edge, I gathered up the papers there and moved them, neatly, to the center of the desk. I made quick work of pulling my black thong down my legs and then I lifted my skirt until it bunched at my stomach.

I, then, laid my chest and cheek against the mahogany desk, gripping the sides with my hands, and had my ass on display for the whole world to see as it faced the giant floor-to-ceiling windows.

I thought he might've been grabbing something to spank me with, but I watched as he pulled out a wet wipe from one of the side drawers and ran it over his mouth a few times before tossing it in his trash can.

Watching him, then, grab a bottle of scotch and a glass from his bottom drawer, I saw him pour himself a drink before placing the bottle back into the drawer.

His command in the elevator combined with the anticipation of what was to come had me wet already and I was trembling.

He took a sip from the glass, sighed, and placed it on the other side of the desk before he took off his suit jacket.

"What are you getting punished for, Genevieve. Make sure to add 'Daddy' to the end of your answer and all the ones after. Do you understand?"

His cool and sure voice sent a wave of chills over my body and I had to take a deep breath.

I watched as he began rolling his sleeves up to his elbows and couldn't help but admire him for a moment before answering.

"Yes, Daddy and because I went against your command and had lunch with Jeremy, Daddy," I whispered loud enough for him to hear.

He walked around the desk and behind me, massaging my cheeks, "And why did you go against my command, Genevieve?"

I sucked in a sharp breath as I felt his fingers dig into my skin for a second before letting go.

"I was mad at you, Daddy."

He kept massaging my cheeks.

"Just mad?"