Wicked Wednesdays – Unedited Filth. NSFW!

See, the thing about writing erotic romance is that you constantly have all these filthy ideas that just roll around in your mind. You can’t really crowbar everything you want to into a story. Sometimes it’s beause it doesn’t fit the characters, or it just doesn’t fit the story. In honor of that, I’ve decided to start Wicked Wednesdays. I’ll be providing all of you lovely readers with some of those filthy thoughts in the form of 1000 – 3000 word snippets. These aren’t part of current works in progress or books I’ve already written. These are made up on the spot. Just for fun. Let’s call this first installment…

wickedwednesdays

Satisfying the Boss

As Jordan Willis was going over the last of the invoices, the phone in her office rang, startling her. It was nearly 8:30 in the evening. Who could possibly be calling at this time? She let it ring one more time and then picked it up.

“Hello?”

The unmistakable voice of Colton St. Clair came through the line. “Jordan. Excellent. You’re still here. When you get a moment, I need to see you in my office.”

She absolutely hated what that deep, rumbling voice did to her. There was something about his voice that made her think of silk sheets and dimly lit bedrooms. Never in her life had she ever gotten so damned wet from a set of simple instructions.

When he didn’t disconnect the line, she realized he was waiting for a response.

“Sure. Is everything alright sir,” she asked, wincing to herself.

“My office,” he repeated, disconnecting the line.

“Shit,” she said, as she hung up the line.

It had to be about this morning. Jordan had been late getting to the office this morning after the power had gone out last night. She had woken about fifteen minutes before she was scheduled to arrive and found her laundry soaken wet and in need of rewashing. Down to what she considered her “B squad” in terms of clothes, she’d quickly pulled on the nicest things she could find and hauled ass to work. She had still been about twenty minutes late.

Quickly, she finished stuffing the last invoice into its envelope. She shut down her computer, then turned off her office light. As she locked her office door, she wished in vain that she’d left just a few minutes earlier or decided to let her phone go to voice mail. It was irrational, she knew. She’d just have to talk to him tomorrow if she had.

She looked down, straightened her blouse, and then knocked lightly on his door.

“C’mon in,” she heard him drawl.

Jordan poked her head in and said, “You wanted to see me?”

When he looked up at her, she saw something flicker across his face. He sighed and said, “You were a little bit late today.”

“I know,” she said, wincing. “I’m sorry about that. The power went off at my place sometime during the night.”

Smoothly he said, “That’s not why I called you in here though.”

Blinking, she asked, “Why did you call me in here?”

He gestured to her outfit and said, “That’s not exactly work appropriate.”

She flushed and said, “It’s not something I would normally wear either, but-”

Colton’s gaze raked over her body as he said, “You caused quite a stir with the ranch hands today. I had to shoo three of them out of the office today. I can’t have you parading around in tight little tops like that. It sends out the wrong message.”

Her face flaming now, she said, “I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.”

“See that it doesn’t, please.”

She nodded, mortified, and assured him, “It won’t. I promise.”

When he steepled his fingers and continued to eye her, she finally asked, “Will that be all?”

His gaze heated, he said, “Unfortunately, it’s created a bit of a problem.”

Confused, she watched him as he stood and walked around the desk. Even in his worn blue jeans, it was impossible to miss the huge erection straining at his zipper.

Forgetting herself, Jordan said, “Um, actually I’d say that’s a rather large problem.”

He raised an eyebrow at her comment and asked, “Well, how would you suggest we solve this issue, Jordan?”

“We?” she croaked out. Holy shit. This absolutely couldn’t be happening. Colton St. Clair was coming on to her.

“Well, Darlin’. You’re the one that started it. I expect that you’ll need to be rather hands on if you wanna fix it. You do.. wanna fix it? Don’t you?”

Jordan couldn’t help the involuntary moan that left her at his question. Did she want to help him? God yes. She nodded.

“Give me the words, Darlin’.”

“Yes. I want to fix it,” she said.

He studied her closely and then finally asked, “And how do you propose we fix this?”

She took a shallow breath, stepped forward and stroked her hand gently over his erection. Her pulse racing, she said, “I leave it up to you to decide.”

“You sure you wanna do that, Sweetness? I won’t go easy on you.”

Tremulously, she nodded.

“You can say no, Darlin’. I’m not interested in making you do anything you don’t wanna do.”

“I know,” she said. “I want to do this. I.. I want you.”

He let out a sigh of relief and hauled her up against him. His lips a whisper above hers, he said, “The things I’m gonna to do to you.”

Before she could respond, he bent down, crushing her lips under his. His tongue stroked along the seam of her lips, demanding entrance. On a soft moan, she parted her lips.

His tongue stroked against hers momentarily and then he pulled back.

Eyes blazing, he perched against the edge of his desk and said, “Take your top off. I want to see those gorgeous tits I’ve been dreaming about since you got out of your car this morning.”

She nodded.

“Words, Jordan. When we’re like this, you may continue to call me Sir. Or Master Colton if you prefer.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Hands shaking, Jordan unbuttoned her top and slowly slid it off her shoulders. Turning slightly, she tossed it onto the large, overstuffed chair, then turned back around to wait for his next set of instructions.

“The skirt next. Slowly.”

She undid the hook and slid the zipper down. Jordan knew she wasn’t a thin woman by any stretch of the imagination, but there was no mistaking the fire in his eyes as he watched her slowly slide it to the floor.

“Bra and panties, off,” he commanded, his voice rough with need.

When she hesitated, he said, “Off, now. The longer you wait, the worse your punishment will be.”

“Punishment,” she asked, alarmed.

“That top was unacceptable work attire, Sweets. I think perhaps if I bent you over the desk and spanked you until your beautiful ass turned bright pink, that’d be a good reminder to be more careful with your wardrobe choices in the future. Don’t you?”

Her breath backed up in her throat, first in shock, then in surprise. She realized that the idea actually.. appealed to her. Slowly, she nodded.

“Words,”

“Yes, M-master Colton,” she said, wondering how they’d roll off the tongue.

He watched her, appreciation in his gaze, as she stripped off her remaining garments. When she was done, she stood there, fidgeting.

“No, pet. Hands clasped behind your back. Don’t hide that beautiful body from me. It’s mine to use. However I see fit. Isn’t that what you were offering me?”

“What are you going to do to me,” she asked, rather than answering his question. She added a quick “Sir” to the end of the sentence when he raised an eyebrow.

“Normally I wouldn’t answer this question, but I can see that you’re scared. I don’t want that. Nervous, yes. Anticipating what I might do next, yes. Scared, no.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Jordan whispered.

Colton moved from the desk, cupped her cheek and said, “After I turn your beautiful ass a lovely shade of pink, you mean.” His hand slid down her body, dipping between her thighs. His fingers grazed over the lips of pussy. “Then I had every intention of eating this delightfully wet pussy until you screamed for me. After that I was going to fuck you senseless. Does that sound agreeable, pet?”

Jordan felt another wave of arousal slam through her body as he continued to rub his fingers against her pussy. Her voice breathy, she said, “Very agreeable, sir.”

With a resolute nod, Colton said, “Bend over my desk. Brace your arms.”

When she adjusted herself, he added, “Yes. Just like that. Now stick that ass out for me. Good girl.”

She felt his hand stroke down her spine and she shivered.

He said, “If it becomes too much, or you would like to stop, just tell me to stop. I’ll stop whatever I’m doing immediately. If you would like me to ease up, then just say the word mercy. Understand?”

“Say stop if I want you to stop and mercy if I want you to ease up.”

His hand came up from where it rested on her back to fist in her hair. Giving it a gentle pull he asked, “What do you call me?”

“Sir,” she said. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

Colton released her hair and ran his hand over her ass, then asked, “Do you understand why you’re being punished?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered. “I wore inappropriate clothing to the office and disrupted the workplace.”

“Most of the ranch hands are itinerant workers. We do background checks when we hire but it’s hard to really know the people we hire. You put yourself at possible risk, and I won’t have that,” Colton said.

She hadn’t really considered that. Quietly, she said, “I’m sorry, Sir. I won’t do it again.”

“I know you won’t,” he said. “Ten. Count for me.”

Jordan held her breath as she waited for the first blow to land. Seconds later, she felt his palm land solidly against her with a crack.

“One,” she said, feeling a slight sting bloom across her bottom. When another blow landed, she cried out involuntarily. This one had been much harder. “Two.”

By the time he reached ten, her bottom felt hot and it stung, but she was also strangely turned on. She could feel her juices coating the inside of her thighs.

Without warning, Colton slipped his fingers in between her thighs and said, “Mmm. Looks like someone enjoys a little bit of discipline, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, shame washing over her.

He must have picked up on it because he said, “Darlin’, everyone’s different. If it brings you pleasure and it’s not hurting anyone else, there’s no reason to be ashamed of it.”

When he slipped his fingers inside her channel and began to fuck her with them, she immediately whimpered as the pleasure rolled through her system.

“You may not come until I give you permission, Jordan,” he said roughly.

“But, sir,” she said beseechingly. “What if I can’t help it?”

“You don’t come without permission. If you feel like you’re going to come, you can say mercy. I might give it. I might not.”

Throughout his whole explanation, he had continued to press her cheek down against the desk as he fucked her with three fingers. She felt her whole body buzzing with the beginnings of an orgasm. She breathed in slowly, trying to hold the feelings at bay.

When his fingers slid out of her, he said, “Very good.”

“Thank you, sir,” she said.

“Stand,” he said.

Jordan stood and turned to face him. She was surprised when he reached up to wipe her face. She had apparently been crying earlier. She hadn’t even noticed.

“Come,” he said, taking her hand. He led her over to a chair and then settled her in it.

She smooth, cool leather felt good against her bottom. It didn’t hurt, precisely, but she could definitely tell that it was there.

Jordan was shocked when he arranged her legs. She was now tilted back with her legs spread out. Her knees were bent and rested on each arm. This left her spread open and mortified. She could feel the juices trailing down to pool on the chair. She had never been this wet in her life.

“Your cunt is absolutely gorgeous,” he said, as he took in the sight. “Rest your hands on your knees, Darlin. Don’t move them.”

When she had moved into the requested position, he knelt between her thighs. He leaned forward and pulled one of her tight nipples into his mouth, laving it gently with his tongue. His hand drifted up to stroke the other with his fingers as he applied gentle suction.

Jordan bit back a moan of pleasure as his teeth grazed her tender flesh.

He released her nipple with a pop and said, “Don’t hold back. There’s no one here but you and me.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, panting.

He resumed his ministrations until she was whimpering and panting. Sensation rolled through her system, until she felt like she was on the edge of release. It was impossible. He had barely even touched her pussy at all!

As if he read her mind, he worked his way down her stomach, sucking in patches of flesh as he went. He nipped at the sensitive skin under her belly button and then said brushed a hand against her pussy.

“Wax your pussy. It’s neatly kept now, but I prefer no hair at all.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, not even allowing herself to consider the ramifications of his statement.

When his fingers separated the lips of her pussy, he murmured, “You may not come.”

Jordan gasped as she felt the flat of his tongue drag across her clit. Unable to stop herself, she let out a desperate moan. Not come? How would that even be possible?

She felt familiar tightening low in her belly. She fought it back, taking deep breaths. When the pleasure receded slightly, she let out a shuddering breath. She could do this. She could totally hold back her orgasm until he allowed it.

Then, he slid his fingers into her tight, hot slit. She let out a scream as his fingers began to work against her g-spot. His fingers and tongue massaged both inside and out until deep breaths no longer calmed her.

On the edge, she yelled, “Mercy, mercy. Please, Sir. May I come? May I come?”

He lifted his mouth a fraction and said, “You beg so prettily, Darlin’. But no, you may not come yet.”

She let out an unsatisfied moan as she struggled to hold her orgasm in check. His fingers and tongue increased their speed until she was crying out and writhing against him in both pain and pleasure.

Just as she knew she was about to lose the battle, he lifted his mouth and said, “Come for me.”

Seconds later, he sucked her clit into his mouth and drug his teeth across it.

Jordan let go, screaming as an orgasm unlike any that she’d ever had tore through her system. Wave after wave battered her until she was hoarse from screaming.

He continued to move his fingers inside her until she stilled, soft and pliant against the chair. When his fingers slipped out of her, she groaned at the loss.

“You come beautifully,” he said, as he raised himself up to press his lips against hers.

She could taste her musky flavor against his lips, but strangely it didn’t bother her. It was probably the afterglow from the intense orgasm. Right now, she realized, she’d be agreeable to just about anything.

“Much as I’d love to fuck that beautiful mouth,” he said, “I’m not certain that I’ll last. I’d much rather bury myself in that tight cunt of yours.”

She felt her pussy clench in response to his words. Strange that being sprawled out like this didn’t embarrass her but her body’s response to his words did.

Jordan watched as he stripped down. As she’d suspected, he had an absolutely fantastic body. His chest was firm and muscular. He had a light dusting of hair that started on his chest and disappeared down below the waist band of his jeans.

Colton shucked them, then stroked his considerable length while he watched her. Finally, after long moments, he reached into the pocket and pulled out his wallet. Removing a condom, he tore it open and rolled it down his considerable length.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said, matter of factly. “It’s not going to be gentle.”

“Please sir,” she begged, desperate to be filled up. “Don’t be gentle.”

He knelt down, scooted her ass to the edge of the chair and said, “Come as much as you like,” as he slowly sank into her.

She had never taken a cock this large before. She felt stretched. Deliciously so. Moaning, she said, “Oh, Sir.”

He bottomed out and then waited for a beat before he began to fuck her in a punishing rhythm that had her climbing toward another orgasm almost immediately. The delicious friction sent her senses reeling again. When he reached down and rubbed his fingertips, she tensed and then exploded like a fire cracker on the Fourth of July. She cried out as the sensations of pain and pleasure coursed through her veins.

He continued to rub against her clit even after she had come. Her clit was achy and sensitive so she called out, “Mercy, Sir,” her voice hoarse.

Colton immediately eased back the pressure of his fingers but continued to fuck her with the same speed, pressure as before.

Slowly, she began to climb toward another orgasm. Just as she peaked again, she felt him stiffen, and then shudder against her as he moaned her name. The force of his orgasm pushed her over the edge. She shouted his name as she came apart beneath him.

He pulled out of her and quickly disposed of the condom. Then he lifted her into his arms and moved them both over to the couch. Be began to gently rub her achy muscles as he cradled her

Jordan nestled into him and laughed as she said, “I can’t even imagine what would have happened if I’d worn the first shirt I picked out.”

He chuckled and said, “There’s no telling, Darlin’.”

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About Michelle Roth

Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book. In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on http://www.bookstrand.com/michelle-roth
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