The bank was quiet. Too quiet.
It was 6:47 p.m., long past closing. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, the smell of copier toner lingering faintly in the air. Julie was the last of the tellers finishing up her reports , or so she thought.
She passed Eli’s office and did a double take. The door was cracked open. Light still on.
He looked up as she peeked in. “Thought you ditched already.”
Julie smirked. “I could say the same about you.”
Eli leaned back in his chair, sleeves rolled, top two buttons undone. His tie was tossed over the back of a nearby chair. The man looked like the fantasy version of a banker: effortlessly hot, always a little smug.
“You always this nosy?” he teased.
“Only when you leave your door open.” She stepped inside slowly. “You working late or just playing boss?”
He tilted his head. “Why, you planning to test my authority?”
Julie laughed, leaning against the door frame. “Please. I don’t even pretend to respect your authority.”
Eli stood. “That so?”
She shrugged, lips curling. “Maybe if you actually acted like someone in charge.”
He stepped closer. “Be careful, Jules. Some people like putting mouthy girls in their place.”
The words hung between them like a spark just waiting for oxygen.
Julie swallowed, then smiled. “Is that a threat?”
“It’s a dare,” he said, voice low. “Over my knee. Five minutes. I don’t think you’d last.”
Her heart skipped. “Try me.”
Eli didn’t flinch. He walked to his chair, pulled it from behind the desk, and sat down. Arms rested wide on the armrests. “Last chance to back out.”
Julie’s eyes locked on his. “Do your worst.”
She stepped forward and eased herself over his lap, her skirt riding up around her hips.
He rested a hand on the curve of her ass. “Skirt up.”
She hesitated. Then reached back and lifted it herself, revealing soft white panties and the faintest tremble in her thighs.
“Look at that,” Eli murmured. “You even wore the innocent ones.”
Julie smirked into the carpet. “They matched the attitude.”
He brought his palm down sharply, once, then again. The sound echoed in the empty office.
Julie gasped. “Fuck…”
“Too much already?” he teased, delivering a third slap. “You’ve only had three.”
She clenched. “I can take it.”
“Good.”
He kept going. Rhythmic. Measured. Her panties stretched tight with every swat, the heat building under the thin cotton until she squirmed against him.
“You’re already wet, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.”
Eli hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged. “Let’s find out.”
Julie moaned as her panties slid down to mid-thigh, leaving her ass bare and pink. The next slap stung sharper. She cried out, hips twitching.
“Say thank you,” he said.
She hesitated. “Seriously?”
Smack.
“Say it.”
“Thank you,” she moaned.
“That’s better.”
He alternated between spanking and slow, teasing caresses, dragging his fingers down the backs of her thighs, grazing her slick folds. Her breathing grew erratic.
“You ever get spanked like this before?”
“Not like this,” she whispered.
“Want more?”
“Yes.”
He reached under her, slipping a finger between her legs.
“Fuck, Julie. You’re dripping.”
“I told you, “She panted. “I like strict.”
Eli stood abruptly, hauling her up and bending her over the desk. Her bare ass pressed against the cool wood, cheeks already red and glowing. She looked back at him, eyes wild.
“Want my fingers or my cock?” he asked.
“Your cock.”
He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down just enough to free himself. Lining up, he slid inside her slowly, groaning at how tight and wet she was.
Julie gasped. “Oh my god,”
He fucked her hard, fast, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around to rub tight circles against her clit. Her moans echoed through the office like something forbidden, raw and absolutely perfect.
“You going to come all over your coworker’s cock?” he growled.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, please,fuck,I’m close.”
“Then come.”
Julie cried out as she came, body shaking, her nails digging into the desk. He wasn’t far behind, he grunted, slammed into her once more, and spilled deep inside, both of them collapsing into silence and afterglow.
After a long beat, Julie looked over her shoulder.
“So… how’d I do?”
Eli grinned. “Five minutes? You didn’t even make it to four.”
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