Breaking His Rules Page 2

  Chapter 3

  A date. Amanda had actually gone on a date with Mr. Mizenov. It felt surreal. She spent the rest of her work day floating on the clouds, daydreaming about her boss. Not only was he gorgeous, but she sensed he had a good heart. And he was dominate. The way he’d scolded her made her wet each time she thought of it.

  During their lunch at a nearby café, he’d shown genuine interest in her life, asking the usual questions a man asks a woman on a first date –inquiring about her family, where she’d grown up, favorite foods, favorite places to travel, hobbies, and on and on. The employee-boss wall that had always seemed so tall and sturdy had crumbled. To her surprise, he’d even opened up about his life in Russia and finally coming the United States after his parents died. Thanks to the inheritance of an uncle, he was able to open the jewelry shop with his brother, Viktor, almost ten years ago. Five years after opening the store, Viktor had returned to Russia, and Ivan worked hard to keep the business afloat on his own. It amazed her that she’d known him for six months but hadn’t known a thing about him until today. Not really.

  At four O’clock, Ashlyn, a college student who worked part time, showed up for her evening shift. Amanda’s heart sank when the young woman entered the store. It was time to go home now. Even though she hadn’t seen Mr. Mizenov since returning from lunch, she hated to leave without saying good-bye. As she gathered her purse and made sure her e-reader was definitely in the bottom this time, she paused in the break room.

  It had been a date, hadn’t it?

  Amanda hadn’t been on a date in months, but she was pretty sure lunch with Mr. Mizenov had met first date criteria. He’d asked her out, and she’d never seen him have lunch with any other employees before. He’d picked the café and paid for the meal. The conversation between them had flowed…like a good date. A great date. Best first date ever, as far as she was concerned.Intent on wishing Mr. Mizenov a pleasant evening, Amanda stepped out of the break room… and into a solid wall of muscle. She gasped and looked up, knowing very well who she’d run straight into. A pair of large, warm hands held her steady, and a pair of heated, dark eyes gazed down at her.

  “In a hurry to get home?” Mr. Mizenov asked.

  Amanda stepped back, but he moved with her, keeping his hands on upper arms. She wanted to melt into him. His cologne tantalized her senses, and the way he had her backed against the wall in the dim hallway filled her with wicked ideas. She had on a skirt and a flimsy thong he could probably rip off in a heartbeat. It would be so easy for him to lift her up and fuck her hard against the wall.

  She struggled to find her voice and think of something witty to say. Of course, the effect he had on her made it possible to breathe correctly, let alone think. She’d turned into a pile of mindless, aroused putty in his hands. Literally.

  “Um…” she said. Um. Good one, Amanda, she thought. Real witty.

  “I enjoyed lunch today,” he said.

  She beamed up at him and relief filled her, along with girlish excitement. “I had a great time, too.”

  “I’m glad to hear it.” His gaze darkened and he was silent for a moment, just staring at her like he wanted to eat her. He leaned down, and for a split second Amanda thought he meant to kiss her. Instead, he tightened his hold on her forearms, pressed her more firmly against the wall, and said, “You’d better be on time for work tomorrow, young lady. I mean it. If you’re late, even a minute late, you will be punished.”

  “P – punished?” she echoed, not quite believing.

  “Yes, punished. If you’re late for work tomorrow morning, I’ll bend you over my desk and give you a good, hard spanking on your bare bottom, Amanda.”

  She half whimpered, half moaned. This was a thousand times better than the scolding he’d given her earlier. She wasn’t stupid. It all clicked together in her mind as he continued to hold her eyes captive in his.

  Mr. Mizenov had taken a peek at her e-reader. She couldn’t be sure how much he’d seen, or if he’d actually read any of the stories, but the book she was halfway through had a title he wouldn’t miss – Spanked and Dominated by the Boss.

  “I – I understand, Mr. Mizenov,” she finally said, her voice strained. He’d put the proverbial spanko ball in her court. He was willing to play, and this was his way of letting her know.

  He trailed a finger down her cheek and stepped back. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Amanda.”

  She mumbled an incoherent good-bye and somehow made it to her car. Holy shit! Her heart pounded like a drum, ready to burst from her chest in a stream of confetti. Her pussy gushed warmth, soaking her panties for the second time that day.

  Uncertainty and excitement whirled within her for the rest of the day. Even a strenuous workout didn’t still her racing thoughts. A glass of wine and a long bubble bath didn’t ease her doubts either. She had a decision to make. A hard one. One that would change her relationship with Mr. Mizenov, and one that would push her outside of her comfort zone, thrusting her out of her secret fantasies and into a very real situation. She drifted into a restless sleep with her windows open, a slight breeze caressing her through the sheets all night. The hours crept by at a torturous pace, and she vacillated between her two options. To be on time … or to be naughty? She knew only one thing for certain.

  Mr. Mizenov wanted to spank her.

  *

  Be late, be late, be late.

  Ivan checked his watch. Thirty-two minutes until opening. Two minutes until Amanda’s shift started. Chellie was supposed to work this morning too, but Ivan had given her the morning off to ensure he’d be alone with Amanda if she did indeed arrive late. He couldn’t spank her naughty bottom in his office while Chellie listened from the sales floor.

  Another minute passed.

  And another.

  And another.

  Hallelujah.

  Amanda was officially late. Ivan’s blood heated when he recalled their encounter in the hallway yesterday. His cock had been rock hard, and it had taken all his self-control to keep from pressing his throbbing center against her. He’d satisfied himself with a few touches, holding her arms and trailing a finger down her face, but the interaction left him needing more. A whole lot more.

  The sound of the buzzer brought his attention to the door. He summoned up his sternest expression and headed for the entrance. He opened the door to allow Amanda to slip inside. She was wearing another skirt, this one shorter than yesterday’s. He couldn’t wait to lift it up and bare her bottom. To slap her ass and scold her for tardiness while she remained in position, bent over his desk like a naughty, naughty girl.

  “You’re late for work, young lady.”

  She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and fidgeted in place, then glanced around the sales floor as if looking for something, or someone.

  “Chellie has the morning off.”

  “Oh.” She twisted her hands in front of her and bit her lip. “I – I’m sorry I’m late, Mr. Mizenov. It won’t happen again.”

  He arched an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring down at her with disapproval. “I warned you what would happen if you were late, Amanda.” He nodded toward the back of the store. “To my office. Now.”

  Her eyes widened, giving her an air of innocence, and she nodded. Once they reached his office, he shut the door and frowned at her. A smile tugged at her lips, and he noticed she was looking at his crotch. Of course. His cock was tenting his dress pants. He didn’t bother trying to hide it.

  “Is something funny?” he snapped.

  Alarm crossed her features and she shook her head. “N – no, sir. Nothing’s funny. Again, I’m very sorry I was late. I promise to be on time for work in the future. Sir.”

  “I’m afraid I have no choice but to punish you, Amanda. I won’t tolerate tardiness. I’m going to teach you a lesson you likely won’t forget. Now, bend over the desk.” He gestured to his desk. Normally it was piled high with paperwork, but he’d made a point to clean it off this morning.<
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  He watched Amanda hesitate as she faced the desk. Pink stained her cheeks, and her hands trembled. Ivan wondered if she’d been spanked by a lover before. He opened his mouth to ask, wanting to know if this was her first time, but he quickly decided against it. At this moment he was the stern boss, and she was the naughty employee. He wasn’t about to break character by asking questions about her past.

  Amanda approached the desk with small steps and placed her hands on the surface. She took a deep breath and bent over, presenting her bottom for punishment.

  Chapter 4

  Amanda waited in position, acutely aware of her surroundings. Her hands and face pressed against the cool surface of the desk, the polished wood strangely soft and comforting. The scent of lemon filled her nose. Anticipation twisted in her stomach, causing everything below her waist to throb hot with desire.

  If you’re late for work tomorrow morning, I’ll bend you over my desk and give you a good, hard spanking on your bare bottom, Amanda.

  Her pussy spasmed as she remembered his threat. He’d lift her skirt up and take her panties down. He’d see her. All of her. Panic rippled through her. He probably thought she was experienced and led a secret, kinky life where she got spanked like this all the time. The truth was, aside from a few light slaps to her ass from her last boyfriend during sex, she hadn’t really been spanked before. Sure, she fantasized about it day and night, and Mr. Mizenov had starred in many of her fantasies, but in real life she was a virtual kink-virgin.

  Fears and questions reeled in her mind. How hard would he spank her? Would she be able to take it? Would experiencing a spanking make her as wet as reading about it did? She closed her eyes and more moisture seeped from her slit. Well, the waiting definitely made her wet. She was burning up, her clit throbbing harder and harder the longer she stood there bent over in front of Mr. Mizenov.

  She felt him move to her side, and a firm hand rested on her lower back. “Bad girls get spanked on their bare bottoms, Amanda.” He lifted her skirt up, bunching it around her waist.

  Oh God. This was really happening. Her clit pulsed again. Still turned on. Still wet. Positively soaking.

  “These panties need to come down,” he said, tugging at the waistband of her silky pink bikini briefs. It had taken her thirty minutes to pick out panties this morning, and now they were being taking down in a split-second.

  A warm hand cupped her left bottom cheek, squeezing. Amanda tensed up. Part of her was lost in denial that she was bent over his desk. It felt like a dream. Or more like one of her books. Except this was real life, and it was her story. All hers. She vowed to savor every second and relaxed her bottom, spreading her legs slightly.

  “I’m going to turn this beautiful ass of yours bright red,” Mr. Mivenov said, his hand traveling to cup her other cheek, massaging and squeezing it like he owned her. After he finished groping her, he stood up straight and kept one hand pressed to her lower back. “Time for your spanking.”

  The first slap knocked the air from Amanda’s lungs, though it wasn’t a hard slap at all. Again, his hand came down, smacking her ass. Again and again. The intensity of the blows increased gradually, and she realized he was warming her up.

  He paused. “Your little butt is turning a lovely shade of pink. Are you sorry for being late?”

  Her breath hitched. “Oh yes, Mr. Mizenov. I’m very sorry. Please. It hurts.” In truth, a sting had spread across her bottom, but it wasn’t all that unpleasant. Not only did she like it, but she wanted him to spank harder. To take her to the edge of tolerance. Her desire spiked with each slap, and she wanted more. So much more. All fear that she wouldn’t enjoy a real spanking fled.

  “I’m afraid I can’t let you off easy, Amanda. You broke a rule and you must be punished like the naughty girl you are.” Smack! His hand cracked across her flesh, packing a bite that had her gasping and struggling to remain in position. He moved lower, covering her upper thighs with quick, sharp swats that left her whimpering.

  “Am I getting through to you?” he asked in his oh so stern, thick Russian voice. “Are you learning something from this?”

  “Yes, sir. I’m learning my lesson.”

  *

  The sight of Amanda’s reddened, bare bottom was one Ivan would never forget. He knew her ass hurt, but she’d accepted each slap like a good girl. A sense of power surged through him as he nudged her legs wider apart, intending to mark the insides of her thighs. Of course her new and improved position provided a better view of her pussy. She was trimmed, so smooth and nearly bare, the plump pinkness between her legs swollen and moist with evidence of her slick arousal. She glistened for him. He urged her legs wider apart still, and glimpsed her shy, puckering hole. With her bottom thrust up so high, he easily saw all of her. And he liked what he saw. She was beautiful, sexy, and had just submitted to his discipline.

  He recalled the highlighted contents of the medical fetish stories on her e-reader and decided to push her limits. Leaning down over her, he put his mouth to her ear. “You looked a bit flushed when you got here today, Amanda. Were you feeling okay?”

  She jerked her head at his question, obviously taken aback. He grinned as he straightened. She had no idea what he was planning. “Uh, yeah, I was feeling fine when I got here.”

  “I’d like to be sure,” he said, rounding his desk to retrieve two items from his top drawer. He pulled out a jar of Vaseline and a thermometer – the slender, long kind that was the modern version of those old mercury thermometers. Digital wouldn’t do. Those were too fast. The one he held in his hand took three minutes to produce a reading. Three minutes she’d have the object poking out of her bottom hole, trembling as she waited for him to remove it.

  “Are you really doing to…” Her voice trailed off when he opened the Vaseline. Fear flickered in her pretty blue eyes, but she didn’t move out of position or argue. He took that as consent – as desire, despite her anxiety.

  “I want you to reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart.” He scooped a dollop of Vaseline up on his finger and arched an eyebrow at her, waiting for her to obey.

  “O – okay,” she whispered shakily.

  Ivan walked behind her with the thermometer in hand, watching as she complied, spreading and holding her bottom wide open. Her little hole pulsed, tempting him and calling up his darkest desires. To dominate her. To fist a hand in her hair and hold her down, fucking her hard from behind. To pull out of her pussy midway and fuck her tight little ass, even if she begged him not to.

  He shook the thoughts away and focused on the task at hand – Amanda’s cute little quivering asshole. “Be a good girl and hold very still. If you don’t cooperate, I’ll spank you again, Amanda.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  With his Vaseline-coated finger, he swirled the ointment around her private entrance, nudging at her hole a few times and watching it pulse against him in response. Her soft whimpers filled the room, along with the unmistakable scent of her arousal.

  “I’m going to press my finger inside you now to get you ready for the thermometer. Relax that pretty little hole of yours, Amanda. Stop squirming. If I have to spank you again, I will.”

  “Oh!” Still bent over the desk, she arched up on her tiptoes at his more insistent intrusion. “Please, Mr. Mizenov. I don’t have a fever. You don’t have to do this.”

  He smacked her thigh twice with his free hand. Her grip on her bottom faltered, but she managed to keep her cheeks spread and sank back down on her feet, submitting beautifully. Ivan slowly worked his lubricated finger into her snug hole.

  “You’re being a very good girl,” he said, moving his finger in and out, but never going past his knuckle. Heat surged through him again at the thought of fucking her ass, so tight and so perfect. Or her pussy. He’d happily fuck her pussy too. Or her mouth. He wanted to use all of her holes. He wanted to have her all to himself. To command her and make her quake for him only.

  A few more thrusts of his finger and Ivan had finished p
reparing her for the entrance of the thin thermometer. Of course prodding her with his finger hadn’t been necessary. His finger was significantly thicker than the thermometer, but he’d sure as hell enjoyed it. And by the little moans that escaped her, he was confident she’d found pleasure too.

  “Time to take your temperature. Keep holding your cheeks apart, Amanda.” The thermometer slid in easily, but he took his time inserting it, pulling it out slightly a few times before pressing it further inside until it was fully in place. He moved her hands away from her mounds and placed them on the desk before stepping back. Scorching desire pulsed through him as he gazed down at Amanda. God, how he wanted to unleash his cock and thrust into her sweetness. She shuddered and shifted in place, but the thermometer remained poking up from between her reddened ass cheeks.

  He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Two more minutes.”

  She groaned.

  “By the way, I can smell your pussy, Amanda. You’re soaking wet, aren’t you?”

  Chapter 5

  “Answer me, girl. Are you wet?” Mr. Mizenov’s deep voice penetrated to her very core, causing her pussy to quake once again.

  “I – I…” Her voice stuck in her throat. Yes, she was positively soaking. Why did it embarrass her so much to admit it? And why oh freaking why did her embarrassment prompt another gush of fluid from her pussy?

  “Answer me. Now.”

  “Yes! I’m wet.” She buried her face in her hands, and the feel of his hands grazing her inner thighs accelerated her breathing. She had to fight the urge to grind against him and seek precious relief from his masterful hands.

  “So naughty,” he said, tracing her outer lips, but not delving inside her wet warmth. His teasing frustrated her and propelled her arousal to dangerous levels at the same time. She was ready to plead. Ready to fall down on her knees and beg Mr. Mizenov to fuck her. To fuck her long and hard over the desk. To pound into her until she screamed his name as ecstasy pulled her under and she convulsed around his cock.