| Straight: BDSM: Chick N Stu (1/8) |
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Tanja had enough of his shit. Ian had been belligerent, obstinate and in general, an ass. It was simple really, get up, come to work, make pizzas, fold boxes and keep your mouth shut. Marty had already talked to Tanja about Ian twice. Tanja secretly hoped he’d continue to act the way he had. Ian was handsome, built and had hinted at being an Adonis in bed. She could only imagine, and it led her to be distracted from her work after a week. Thoughts of breaking his ego didn’t help, either. He’d agreed to do his job and keep his mouth shut, but when she pushed open the door to one of the stands and saw his cup filled with beer, that was the last straw. Tanja knew she had a choice to either fire Ian, or as her carnal desires were pushing for, punish him on her terms. “You’re going to be disciplined for your actions,” she said. Ian sipped his beer one last time, set the cup down and started to walk past her. “I’ll be gone immediately, and collect my paycheck in two weeks at the store.” Tanja grabbed his wrist. “Oh, I’m not going to fire you.” Her eyes narrowed. “You’re not?” “No, I’m not. That wouldn’t do either of us any good. You’d go about your day thinking you pulled the wool over some hot supervisor’s eyes and I’d get nothing out of it but a large headache.” Her body tingled and her pussy grew wet with anticipation. “I’m going to discipline you, instead.” “You are?” By the look on his face, Tanja guessed that Ian wasn’t entirely happy with her statement. Her expression changed from angry to an unnerving calmness. He stepped back. “Why are you stepping away?” she asked. “I have better things to do than play with some little girl.” She watched Ian slip on his sunglasses even though it was well after dark, pick up the beer cup and take a long sip before setting it back down. Tanja tightened her grip on Ian’s wrist. She pulled him to her and looked straight into his eyes. She licked her lips and swore she saw fear behind those dark glasses. Still, Ian didn’t move. “You’re going to do what I say, when I say.” Ian scoffed. “What makes you so sure?” His tone was driving her crazy. “Because I’m in control, little boy.” Ian frowned. Tanja thrust her chest out at him and knew he could feel the heat radiating from her sexuality. He thought she was toying with him, so he bent down, wrapped his arms around her and spanned his fingers over the small of her back. He pressed his mouth to hers and sunk his tongue between her lips. Tanja sucked on his tongue, wrapped her hands around his upper body and dug her nails into him. She walked them both to the hot plates, ignoring the fact that Ian had bumped his head on the heat lamp while she held him in place. She stepped away, still in the middle of their kiss, and grabbed his crotch. She wasn’t surprised to find him hard as a rock. She broke free of their kiss and massaged his cock |
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