Born to Make You Smile

TWENTY-TWO

One December afternoon, Gavin and I were the last ones at work. After cleaning up, I poked my head into his office to see if he was ready.

“Grace, come in here,” he said. “I have to speak with you.”

He was seated at his desk, his eyes fixated on his computer. His index finger was pushed up against the side of his forehead. He looked so tense. For some reason, it made me a bit worried.

As I walked in, I couldn't help but notice his desk was spotless and clear of all clutter. Even the frames on the desk were missing.

“You really cleaned up in here.” I nodded, impressed. “For once.”

“Please, shut the door.” His tone was firm.

I closed the door despite us being the only ones here. He looked in no mood to be questioned.

“Come here. There's a problem.”

What on earth was he talking about? I went to stand next to him, my heartbeat escalating with worry. But as soon as his hand rubbed down my hips and ass, I quickly understood.

“Gavin. What are you…?”

He moved my hand over his erection. It was like a lead pipe, pushing against the front of his dress pants.

“ This is a problem.” His eyes were dark with lust. “A huge problem.”

Whoa, was it ever.

I licked my lips, my blood pulsing with need and arousal. “I guess I should take care of it.”

I got on my knees, ready to release him. But he stopped me, gripping my jaw and tipping my face up to his.

“Not so fast. You left all the instruments out today.”

It was the truth since I was distracted. I bit my lip. “I’m very sorry, Dr. Brinley. Won’t happen again.”

He shook his head slowly. “You were careless, and now I have to punish you.”

Punish me . I breathed faster, slightly nervous but very trusting of the man in front of me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. We were going to engage in a Dom/sub scene. Sure, we spoke about it briefly from time to time, but knowing he was breaking out of his shell, making a fantasy of mine come true, touched me on a deep level. So much so that I’d do just about anything to please him.

“Undress yourself,” he ordered, running his hand down my face. “I want you completely naked.”

I stood and pulled off my shoes, then socks. I yanked my scrub bottoms off with a swift swoop. Followed by my top.

“Keep going.” He watched me remove my thong and bra with hunger in his eyes. He leaned back into the chair, stroking his erection through his slacks.

He grabbed me by the hips and put my naked body on top of the desk.

“Open your legs for me,” he said. “I want to see your beautiful cunt.”

His dominating words caused a zing of pleasure to run up my spine. I obeyed without shame, exposing myself to him. The bright lights of the office hid nothing. But I was comfortable and eager to be on display. I was all his to observe and claim.

He let out a pleased moan and moved down, immediately ravaging my cunt with his mouth, pushing his tongue inside me and caressing my walls. The strokes of his tongue caused me to shake. I didn’t even have the chance to worry about the fact that I had been working all day, although he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. God, I couldn’t believe we were doing this on his desk, in his office. The naughty and forbidden aspect of it all turned me on even more. I was already so close. I wasn’t sure how what he was doing was punishment, but I was taking it all in.

“Fuck, Gavin.”

He paused and glanced up, shaking his head. “In this office, you will refer to me as Dr. Brinley.”

I could feel the surge of blood pooling to my sex. “Yes, Dr. Brinley.”

“Much better,” he said, then continued to ravage me with his mouth.

A series of moans escaped me as I fully enjoyed my punishment . I ran my fingers through his hair as the familiar flutter began. “I’m going to—”

He moved his mouth off me, and I reached for him, desperate.

He looked up at me with a devilish smile. “You aren’t going to come yet.”

He massaged my inner thighs as I writhed with frustration. He’d tease me and come close to touching my aching clit, then move away again.

“How much do you need to come?” He narrowed his eyes and licked his lips, then blew a breath over my sex.

“I need it more than anything.”

“You’re sure?” he said with a smug expression, clearly enjoying my suffering.

“Yes. Please, Dr. Brinley.”

“Please what?”

“Please make me come.” I wiggled and groaned, my clit pulsing with need.

“I can’t hear you,” he murmured. “A little bit louder.”

With feathery strokes, he brushed his lips over my clit. It was torturous. I needed more.

“Please, Dr. Brinley!” I shouted. “Make me come. I need to come. Please .”

“Goddamn. Are you ever beautiful when you’re begging for me.” He let out a growl and then pushed his mouth on my cunt, feasting like he’d been starved for weeks. My body shuddered as my orgasm hit, pleasure spiraling inside me.

“There you go. Let it out now,” he praised. His voice was raw and rough like gravel.

The sounds coming out of my mouth were primal. Animalistic.

“I want you to turn around and lean down over the desk,” he ordered. “You've been a naughty assistant, and I'm going to spank you.”

He was actually going to spank me! A bolt of desire pierced through my body.

“Yes, Dr. Brinley,” I said meekly, moving into position. I glanced over my shoulder and noticed him adjusting his erection. The way he was restraining himself and holding back from his own pleasure turned me on even more.

“I’ll spank you ten times. If it's too much or you feel in any way uncomfortable, you say turnip . Otherwise, I’ll keep going. Understood?”

Turnip. I nearly snorted. And then my heart lit up. It was a subtle indicator of the depth of our relationship that made what we were doing all the more intimate.

“Yes, Dr. Brinley.”

The palm of his hand grazed my right bum cheek. First, he rubbed my skin, followed by a hit; however, it was more of a playful smack, and I giggled.

“Harder?” he asked.

“Yes, much harder.”

He did it again, this time on the left, and I gasped. The sting was intense, and the vibrations struck my core, straight to my clit.

The primal punishment made me feel human.

Alive.

My submission to Gavin had my body swirling with euphoria. My trust in him, his ability to bring me both pleasure and pain.

In his care, I was safe.

A loud smack echoed in the room as he hit me on the right side from a slight upward angle, pushing my body forward along the desk. I moaned as my clit throbbed.

Wow, was he ever good at this.

“All right?” he asked.

“Yes, Dr. Brinley.”

He hit alternate cheeks, and it became tingly and almost numb with the blows.

“One last one. Then I'm going to fuck you.”

Smack.

The last slap on the right side stung the most. My chest tightened, and tears pooled in my eyes, but I loved every second of the submission.

Bracing my palms on the surface of the desk, I prepared for his invasion. His British Invasion . I smirked subtly. But instead of him penetrating me, I felt his mouth on my right tender butt cheek, gently kissing it. He then moved to my left cheek and gave it a firm bite, letting out a growl like a bear as he did.

A stream of giggles flew out of me. “Dr. Brinley.”

“Your arse is good enough to eat. The sweetest peach,” he murmured.

I was so aroused I needed him inside me.

“Please,” I begged, shifting on my feet.

“What do you want? Use your words.”

“I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me hard.” I’d almost forgotten my manners. “Please, Dr. Brinley, Sir.”

“That filthy mouth.” He let out an amused hum.

I heard the clang of his belt buckle being undone, followed by a zipper, some rustling of clothing, then finally, he nudged my opening and entered me with a swift push. We both sighed as we made glorious contact with each other.

He had never taken me from behind before. It was different, extremely deep. I was full, my insides stretching to accommodate him.

I must have seemed uncomfortable since Gavin stopped and leaned in to talk to me. “Let me know if it's too much, all right?”

“Yes, Dr. Brinley. Don’t worry, it feels so good.”

He held my hips and pounded into me, charged and forceful as if we were animals in the wild. The tip of his cock was hitting my end, and my breasts jarred with each of his deep thrusts. I could feel his strength against me, his balls striking my clit just right. My core ached delightfully, and our moans and the sound of slapping flesh filled the air.

“Oh God, keep going,” I begged. “ More. ”

He slammed himself into me without mercy, pushing me over the edge. I let out a series of feral moans, unable to contain myself as the powerful sensations stirred deep in my body.

“Such an obedient assistant, taking me so well,” he breathed. “Are you going to come for me?”

As soon as the words left his lips, my orgasm began to build. Seeking some type of traction, I gripped the edge of the desk, my nails digging into the lacquer of the wood.

“Yes, Dr. Brinley! Yes!” I yelled with a wavering moan as my body unraveled, my walls pulsing all over his cock.

He eventually slowed his motions and pulled himself out.

“Turn around and face me. I want your breasts in my mouth when I come,” he commanded, leaning over me.

Good Lord . Gavin’s dominating side was beyond my wildest fantasies.

He set me on the desk, and the cool wood soothed my tender bottom. The small office smelled of sex and our sweat, and it was so raw and arousing. He entered me again, thrusting rhythmically. He pushed his lips on mine, moving his mouth down my neck to my breasts, worshipping one, then the other.

He groaned, and I felt his cock swelling, a sign he was close. I clenched on him, and a few more long thrusts later, he moaned into my left nipple, his cock jerking along my walls, emptying every drop he had.

My entire body shattered as I came apart again, relishing in the wonderful warmth of his cum inside me.

Finally, after my climax waned and we both caught our breath, he gently pulled his cock out. I felt his fluid down the left side of my leg.

“You’re dripping out of me,” I said, high on the sensation.

“Yes, I am.” He looked down with a chuckle. I watched him intently as he ran his finger up the inside of my leg to gather his cum. He eased his finger back inside me, pushing deep, then slowly removed it.

I focused on his coated finger and licked my lips, then looked back at him.

“Would you like this in your mouth?” he asked with raised brows, knowing full well that was exactly what I wanted. “A reward for a job well done?”

I blinked, and my mouth parted in anticipation. “Yes, please, Dr. Brinley.”

He slipped his finger past my lips, and I sucked the juices off with a moan of pleasure while I gazed into his lustful eyes.

He nipped at my ear. “Tell me how incredible we taste together.”

“Hmm,” I moaned, taking in the unique salty, tart musk of our combined pleasure. “So fucking delicious.”

I barely got the sentence out before he pushed his lips against me, invading my mouth with his tongue.

He pulled away. “I agree. We are very fucking delicious.”

His actions were unhinged. So much so that I went dizzy for a moment, my knees weak, feeling high.

Gavin wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as if protecting me, shielding me from the world.

Eventually, he moved back slightly and spoke. “How was that? Commanding enough for you?”

I smiled widely. “It was amazing. You were amazing.”

“Well, good, I’m glad Google didn’t lead me astray.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I may have done a bit of research,” he said with a tilt of his head. “The ins and outs of BDSM and dominance. How to spank your partner, among other things. Quite the rabbit hole I went down. I also subscribed to some sort of kinky newsletter. All very educational.”

“Oh, Gavin!” I howled with laughter. “It explains why you were so incredible at it. At all of this.”

My heart swelled, knowing Gavin had done this research to please me. But I hoped it wasn’t all one-sided. “Did you enjoy it too? Being dominating and ordering me around? The spanking?”

“Yes. Actually. More than I thought I would. I love being in control with you at my mercy. But I also like knowing you have a safe word. That you can stop this at any time. I wanted to push you, but not too far. And with all that research, I also discovered a few kinks of my own in the process.”

“Really.” I pressed my lips together, my eyes wide with curiosity. “Do tell.”

“Well, I clearly love your breasts. That’s somewhat of an obsession in and of itself. But a particular act I’ve always wanted to try but never been able to indulge in before…”

I nodded, eager to hear what he was about to say.

“I’d love to release on you, on your breasts in particular. To see my cum painted all over them. To claim and mark you as mine.” His voice had become deep and husky. “The idea of it all does something to me. It really, really turns me on.”

“Oh.” I bit my lip. A shiver of arousal ran through me at all of that. Especially marking me as his . “That sounds really hot.”

“God. I can’t believe I just told you that. In all these years, I’ve never told anyone this before.”

My chest beamed. I loved how he was comfortable enough with me to open up, and share his deepest fantasies with me. It made me feel special, like discovering a hidden crevice no one had accessed before.

I looked down and noticed he was starting to get hard again.

“But not today,” he added, as if he could sense my erotic mind wandering. “I think we’ve made enough of a mess already. ”

With a chuckle, I hopped off the desk then turned to find my clothing which had been tossed over the floor of his office. His brow turned into a furrow. “Your bum is really red. It isn’t too sore?”

I glanced back at my ass and could faintly see what he did to me. The redness left from his punishment. A tingle ran up my spine.

“Oh, I’m sore. But the best kind that’ll have me thinking about you the rest of the day.” I flashed him a sultry stare.

“Yes, especially when you sit down. I’ll have to find you a cold pack for the drive home.”

I giggled. “So thoughtful, Dr. Brinley.”

***

“Did you want to do something with me and the girls later tonight?” he offered after he pulled into my driveway. “They want to go to the mall and see Santa. You know, for the tradition. They’re past that believing in Santa phase now. I thought I had another year of that with Mackenzie. They’re growing up so bloody fast.”

“They are.” I was about to say yes to his offer, then I remembered I had to work at X-PLORE tonight. “But actually, I can’t tonight.” I grimaced, trying to think of an excuse.

“Oh right. You have your art class.”

My face went crimson, completely forgetting my own lie. “Yes.”

“How’s that going, by the way? I’ve yet to see any artwork from you.”

I took a deep breath. “Turns out you were right. I’m a terrible artist.”

“Grace. You know, I was just teasing. I’m sure you’re wonderful. In your own special way.”

Guilt hit me like a runaway train. I wanted to finally tell Gavin about my night job. Surely he’d understand now that it wasn’t anything strange or barbaric. But what if he was disappointed? What if he became angry with me for lying to him and decided he didn’t trust me. What if he no longer wanted to be with me in this way? What if he fired me for being dishonest? Or for tarnishing the reputation of his office? The reputation he worked so hard to build. And then if he knew why I was working there. How dire my finances were, how pitiful it was that I could barely manage to pay my bills or mortgage. He’d think I was incompetent. I couldn’t risk telling him for so many reasons. I just had to finish my contract at X-PLORE and never think about it again.