Chapter 7 Bend Over My Lap

When I walk into Sid Sir's room, I’m struck by a feeling of joy as I think of a way to avoid his punishment. I can apologise to him in the same way that I did to Edward Sir earlier. Perhaps he will also pardon me as he did. Sir is sitting on the sofa in front of the table. I’m seeing him properly for the first time. This man is God’s sexiest creation. His features are flawless. My God, he is so handsome. I want to run my hands through his dishevelled, dark-brown hair. His ocean-like blue eyes undoubtedly beckon me to be drawn into them. Our eyes have the same colour. My heart races as the first few buttons on his white shirt are undone, revealing his bare chest. Even just a glimpse of him makes me feel hot. I’m drawn to the tattoo on his forearm: ‘BORN TO RULE’ is inked between the wings. I feel the urge to stroke it because I find it pretty fascinating. His forearm and hand veins make him even hotter. Shit! What is wrong with me? Instead of getting lost in him, I must apologise to him. But I can’t help but lose myself in his hotness once more because he is so hard to resist and damn attractive. He glances at his wristwatch and looks up at me, causing me to close my eyes in terror right away. I ogle at him without shame. Has he caught me? What will he think of me if he has? Just apologise to him, Sana. “Please pardon my tardiness, sir. I just dozed off because I had a headache, and when I awoke, I rushed to your room. I’m sorry-“ “Just shut the fuck up.” As he thunders, slamming his hands on the table, I flinch. He won't forgive me because he isn’t like Edward Sir. He is truly a monster, and now no one can save me from this monster. “Open your eyes.” I immediately open my eyes in response to his order. He continues, glaring at me, and I lower my gaze. “I will punish you for being late.” I return my gaze to him and beg frantically, “Please don’t punish me. I’ll be on time next time. It is just that-“ He warns me in a commanding tone, cutting my words. “If next time you speak without my permission, I’ll shut you up with my dick.” My eyes enlarge, listening to his words. What did he just say? With his dick? No, no. Yuck! Is he serious about this? No! Even imagining this is beyond my imagination. “Now serve me.” He orders, pointing at the bottle of alcohol. I gulp the lumps down my throat and bend down to fill a glass of scotch for him. He fixes his lascivious gaze on my tits, and to my surprise, I don't feel disgusting, rather his intense gaze sends shivers down my spine. I compose myself first, then fill the glass and drop the ice cubes into it with a set of tongs from the ice bucket before holding out the glass to him. He takes the glass with a salacious smile on his face. Has somebody told him that his smile is a killer? “Bend over my lap,” Listening to his next command, my mouth agape in shock. What did he just say, bend over his lap? “Now…” I wince as his loud, booming roar fills the room. His voice is so powerful that it can compel anyone to obey him. His tattoo is a symbol of his supremacy and his ability to rule the world with an iron fist. I immediately rush to him and bend over his lap. He must be getting a good look at my buttocks, I’m sure. I don’t know why, but his lascivious gaze does not make me uncomfortable; rather, it arouses my sexual desires. Is he going to spank me? Is this my punishment? “I’ll have my drink and decide your punishment while playing with them.” Stroking one of my buttocks with his free hand, he answers my unasked question. What will he do? I’m nervous and excited as well. What is wrong with me? Why am I getting excited about being punished by him? I’m perplexed. I moan as he erotically fondles my ass. His touch is heaven! I’m so aroused. His cold metal rings rub against my skin, causing me to shiver. He gives equal attention to both of my buttocks. As he squeezes one of them, I let out a loud moan, clutching my hands. Right now, my wet folds are yearning for his touch. What the hell is he doing to me? I’m so turned on for the first time in my life. These foreign feelings are driving me insane. As soon as he withdraws his hand from my assets, I crave the touch of his long fingers. God! I can’t figure out what is happening to me. What is this man doing to me? “I’m done with my drink. Now you can stand up.” I take a deep breath and rise to my feet as he speaks in a loud, authoritative voice. “Stand in front of me and take off your dress.” My eyes enlarge, aghast at what I hear. Is it right to be naked in front of your boss? I look at him and notice fury in his eyes as if he’s warning me that if I don’t obey his orders, I’ll be in grave danger. God! I have to do this because I don’t have any choice. “When I order, you must follow it immediately.” He raises his voice, causing me to quiver with fear and clench my hands into fists. He is such a monster. Even though I'm not used to this kind of behaviour, I'm still complying with his orders, and he is being so rude. I think shouting at people is his hobby. As I wonder this, a giggle emits from my mouth. Shit! What the hell I’m doing in this situation? You’re crazy, Sana. This monster is gonna kill you. “Am I joking here that you’re laughing, Sana?” I feel a wave of heat emanating from him. He addresses me by my name for the first time. In his deep, seductive voice, my name sounds so damn good. I wish I could ask him to take my name again. Stop it, Sana! Have you lost your mind? He’s being so disrespectful to you, and you’re thinking this. “I’m sorry.” I apologise, lowering my eyelashes. “Then do it.” His words are like a powerful wave that washes over me, and my body responds by standing in front of him. I hold the hem of my dress to take it off. My heart races because of his searingly intense gaze fixed on me. I’m feeling bashful and my cheeks are burning because I have never gotten naked in front of any guy before. “Do it fast, or do you want me to come to you?” As he warns me, I shake my head before raising my dress. Oh God, will he just stop shouting? Can’t he see my condition? I’m turning red with shyness. I pull my dress out of my head and close my eyes because of shyness, and the dress slips down on the floor from my hand. Now I’m standing in front of him in only a black lace lingerie set. I know he must be devouring my body with his eyes, and this is turning me on like hell. “Open your eyes, Sana.” This time he commands in a soft voice, and I slowly open my eyes. His eyes are locked on my tattoo as if he's mesmerised by it. Yes, I even have a tattoo like him, but not on my arms. Two tiny butterflies on the side of my stomach, below my chest, are inked. It looks so beautiful. He rises from the sofa and approaches me, taking long steps and gazing at my body with deep desire, and my heart thumps. He slips his forefinger under the strap of my bra on my shoulder, leering at my cleavage. “Now take this off as well.” He orders, pulling the strap, and he lets it go with a snap. I never even imagined in my wildest dream that I would ever get naked in front of a stranger. Although what’s happening is wrong in my opinion, it still feels so right. My hands go to my back and unclasp my bra. I pull it off, and my tits fall. He gazes at them with an evil smile on his face. What is going on in his head? Is he going to punish them? No way!