Stripping For My CEO

The man before me was a s*x god. Never had I seen someone ooze so much power and s*x appeal. The term s*x on legs was definitely given because of him. Even through his tailored suits I could see his muscles flex, his broad shoulders taking up the whole room, his chiseled jaw and those long-toned legs did things to a girl. Whenever I was alone with him, I could barely look him in the eye without my whole-body trembling in delight and fear. His deep masculine voice would send a shiver to my core making my p***y clench. His cold hard stare and expressionless handsome face was the only thing that kept me from begging him to f**k me. ‘On your hands and knees,’ he whispered behind my ear his lips brushing my skin, I obeyed him immediately a shiver ran through my body. His hand smoothed over my back as it arched into him. The skirt I was wearing was far too short riding up over my hips and any moment now he would see the wet patch on my lace thong forming. My cheeks were already flushed with both embarrassment and need. ‘Do you know why you’re here?’ his voice sounded like a purr as his hand brushed up the back of my thigh sending tingles in its wake. I shook my head too scared to respond as I was holding back the moan desperate to escape me. His fingers brushed the base of my ass, and I bit my lip. Please don’t stop! ‘Bad girls like you deserve to be punished,’ with that his hand smacked down on my ass, the shock jolting me forward as a scream mixed with pleasure escaped me. My cheeks heated with embarrassment as his palm soothed my sore ass. I was certain a hand printed had formed there. Stephanie what have you got yourself mixed up into?