All Work and No Play is just one of the wonderfully imaginative stories you can read the ‘Mischief under the Mistletoe’ anthology
“Not so fast, little girl!”
I freeze, five stairs up,
and then look back over my shoulder to see Will standing in the hallway glaring
up at me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask,
trying my best to look innocent.
“Back down here. Now.” He
takes off his thick winter coat and hangs it up behind the door, never breaking
eye contact.
My belly clenches up in
that gorgeous way that is both scary and hot as hell, and I tighten my grip on
the bannister rail. “Why?”
“Mia Elizabeth Clarke, you
are already in enough trouble as it is.” He raises his voice ever so slightly.
“Here. Now.”
“But… but I already had
corner time.”
Will grabs hold of the
bannister rail and starts up the stairs after me.
I squeak and take the rest
of the stairs at a run before sprinting along the landing, throwing open our
bedroom door and flinging myself inside. This is a ridiculous plan, however,
and I realise this moments later when Will strolls in, calm as you like, shuts
the door firmly behind him and then stands there, arms crossed, expression hard
and mouth set in a disapproving line.
I retreat until the backs
of my thighs hit the bed, and then I sit down on the edge of it with a defeated
whimper. “I’m sorry…”
He raises an eyebrow and
takes a deliberate step towards me. “Sorry for what, young lady? For being a
brat at work, for running off just now or for both?”
I hug my arms, press my
cheek into my shoulder and mumble something incoherent.
“What was that?” His voice
has that sharp edge to it that tells me I am in big trouble, but for some
reason lovely submissive Mia seems to have disappeared since our little
post-meeting chat and my brat persona has well and truly taken over.
“I said I don’t know,” I
grumble, staring down at the carpet and still hugging my arms with my face
averted.
“Stand up.”
I shake my head, squidging
my cheek deeper into my shoulder, and stay put.
“Right.” In my peripheral
vision, I see Will take two quick steps forwards and then he grabs hold of my
hair and yanks me to my feet.
Before I have the chance to
do anything more than shriek and wriggle, he sits down hard on the edge of the
bed and drags me over his lap.
“You want to act like a
brat, Mia?” he demands, his voice harsh, as he pulls up my sensible work skirt
and hooks his fingers around the waistband of my knickers. “Well then, I’m
going to treat you like a brat.”
Blurb:
It's hard to focus at work when your boss also
happens to be your Dom, and Mia is finding it increasingly difficult to balance
her work life with her kink life. Christmas, however, is an excellent
distraction, and Mia is determined that their first ever office Christmas party
will be one to remember. And it will... just for all the wrong reasons!
About the Author:
Gracie Malling lives in the UK and has been
writing BDSM erotica since she was 21. All round nice person on the outside and
a bit of a bad girl in the right company, Gracie loves reading and writing
stories about spanking: her favourite kink.
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Thanks for hosting me Kathryn! :-)
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