Anyone U Want(2)

By: Evangeline Anderson

And Grant Harris knew it.

“Stop right there.” His tone was commanding and Holly froze in place, her sensible heels planted in the plush nap of the luxurious carpet that covered his office floor.

“Mr. Harris?” Her voice was high and uncertain and her heart was pounding like it was trying to get out of her chest.

Harris gave her a cruel smile. “Very good, Holly. I see you can still take direction.” He walked to the huge oak desk and patted the edge. “Now come here and lean over my desk. It’s time for your punishment.”

Biting her lower lip, Holly sidled toward the desk. But before she could lean over it as he had ordered, Harris bent down and murmured in her ear, “First lift your skirt.”

The heat between her legs went super nova and she was so wet she was afraid he would be able to tell if she raised her sensible black skirt. All she had on under it were a pair of little white panties and by now they would be almost see-through from her juices. What would she do if her boss found out how much his punishments turned her on?

“Raise your skirt,” he said again, the menace back in his deep voice. “I’m warning you, Holly, either you raise your skirt and take your punishment like a good girl or I’ll raise it for you. And if I have to do it, you won’t be able to sit down for a month.”

Moaning softly, Holly bent over the desk and hitched her skirt up to her thighs.

“Higher,” Harris demanded. “You know what I want, Holly. Bare your ass for me now or face the consequences.”

Knowing better than to disobey him, Holly raised the skirt up over her hips and leaned over the wooden desk.

“Very nice,” her boss growled, reaching out to caress her shivering bottom with one large hand. “But I thought I told you to bare your ass. Take your panties off, Holly.”

“Please, no,” she pleaded frantically. If she took off her panties and he saw her pussy he would know beyond the shadow of a doubt how hot and bothered this little scenario was making her. Her cunt lips felt hot and swollen and her juices were already wetting the insides of her thighs. Holly was sure she would die of embarrassment if he saw her slick, hot pussy…if he knew how much she wanted him, how much she craved his punishment.

But Harris was relentless. “I said take off your panties, Holly,” he commanded in that soft, dangerous voice that made her so hot and wet. “Take off your panties and spread your legs. If you don’t I’ll be forced to—”

“Playing X-rated fantasies about your boss again?”

Holly nearly jumped out of her skin as the voice of Abby, her best friend and roommate, penetrated the fog of lust that had clouded her brain and popped her fantasy like a soap bubble. Damn it, why did Abby have to interrupt right as she was getting to the good part? The fantasy was so vivid Holly had almost been able to feel the heat of her boss’s hand on her ass and the cool wood of the desk under her fingertips. But the illusion was shattered now. Ripping the dream-viewer goggles off her face she turned to face her friend, trying to look innocent.

“Hey, you’re home early.” She shifted uneasily on the fake zebra skin couch she and Abby had bought together. Their living room was a mix of casual and funky—heavy on the funk, thanks to Abby. Holly hoped she wasn’t blushing too much—with her fair complexion every time she was embarrassed it really showed.

Abby grinned. “Meaning you thought you had at least another hour to play out your twisted little fantasy before I interrupted you?” Sighing, she sank down on the couch beside Holly. “Honestly, don’t you see enough of that man at work?”

“That’s none of your business,” Holly snapped. “And neither is what I have programmed on my dream-viewer. You’re so nosey, Abby. I bet you’d read someone else’s diary if they left it lying around too.”

“Yup. If there were any juicy parts.” Abby was completely unrepentant. “What I want to know is why you don’t just go for it. I mean, you’ve been working for the guy for two years now and neither one of you is getting any younger.”

“Thanks for reminding me.” Holly sighed. There was no point in getting mad at Abby—they’d been best friends since their first year in college and she wasn’t going to change now. “But there’s no way I can just ‘go for it,’ as you put it, with Grant Harris.”