Faye shifts in her chair, feeling like the cushioned office seat was more like hard plastic.

When she woke up this morning, there was a note from Alex apologizing for last night and a warm buzz illuminating her backside. She had taken a peek at her ass in the mirror after her shower this morning, her jaw propping open at the harsh pink that stained her cheeks. She didn't even realize Alex had spanked her hard enough to leave a mark but, let's be honest, Faye had been so far off during their little session last night that she would have been oblivious if the Pope had walked into their apartment.

And now, during her weekly meeting in the conference room, all she could focus on was the burn of the chair and her skirt rubbing against her ass. She had winced as she dressed this morning, especially as she slid on panties, but she had put on a strong face as she sat down to discuss her work.

But she had now been sitting in this chair for a good hour and it was killing her.

Every time she moved, barely even twitched her foot, she felt the movement resound through her ass. It wasn't a burn; it was like when you graze a burn, those twinging shivers that burst over your body like goosebumps. Those attacked her body each time she so much as flinched and it was starting to do other things to her body—dirty things.

During a particularly boring part of the meeting, when one of the lesser-important associates started droning on about something minor, Faye's mind began to wander.

Soon, her thoughts were swarmed with what had happened last night.

A small gasp threatened to pass her lips as her eyes slip shut, the words of the associate going unheard, whispering past her ears like a light breeze. All she could picture was Alex, all she could hear was Alex's taunting words. But you are a naughty girl who needs a spanking. Before she could stop herself, she felt the familiar feeling of arousal awaken itself below her lower stomach. She gulps, pinching her arm to try and stop herself from getting fucking turned on the middle of a business meeting, but no such luck.

Her eyes pop open as she hears slight chatter around her break out. She was hoping the meeting was over so she could relieve herself in the restroom, but they were just switching presenters. She growls low in her throat at this, whipping out her phone in a moment of anger.

She opened a new text, typing Alex in as the recipient. Thanks to you, my ass is on fire after sitting in this meeting for over an hour. You bastard.

It wasn't even thirty seconds later that she had a reply.

Mm, I see your punishment was well given then. Next time, don't start something you don't plan on finishing. And, by the way, we didn't finish last night. My hard-on has been on-going for almost 24 hours now. We are going to conclude tonight.

Her mouth runs dry at his words, at his cocky, confident words. She could practically see his smirk through his message. Her heart pounds loud as she types a response.

Before we jump into anything, I think we should talk about, erm, us first.

"Us"? What was she, ten? Faye mentally smacks herself in the forehead after sending that text. In her defense, she didn't know how else to phrase that. They did need to talk about whatever the hell they were now, if you can call them anything. Just because he had dominated her one and a half times now doesn't mean they were anything more than fuck buddies. But Faye still thought that it should be spoken aloud as to what they expected out of this. Or else she refused to continue it.

Oh sweet, lovely Faye, why did you have to ruin the mood with that sour note? But yes, I guess I agree that we should talk about this. But after we talk it out I am going to strip you naked and fucking devour you. Deal?

Faye had to bite her tongue to hold in the loud moan that threatened to spill.

Alex had this way of getting her so unbelievably turned on with just his words and today was no exception. As she shifted in her office chair, she felt her inner thighs slide together as her sticky arousal slickened her pelvis. She could practically feel her clit swelling.

You ass. I am in a fucking meeting and you are trying to turn me on. Stop.

Her phone was buzzing moments later, her fingers snatching it quickly.

Tsk, tsk Faye! Your language is so out of hand. You are so mouthy today...again...

She rolls her eyes. He is so picky about her mouth. Alex used to find it endearing when Faye spoke her mind, used to joke that her opinionated personality is what made her the best friend to him.

Go fuck yourself, Gaskarth.

She smiles smugly at this, crossing her legs as she sets her phone down on the table. If he could be mouthy with her, she could be mouthy right back. And anyway, it was always a riot to mess with him. His reactions were hilarious.

Do you want another spanking? Because I would be glad to turn that shade of pink into a cherry red. Actually, my hand is twitching at the mere thought of it.

Her hips practically thrust up into the air. Which they would have had she not snapped her thighs closed hurriedly. She was practically panting, her lips parted as she reread Alex's text over and over again. How is it that just a month ago, Alex was Alex and Faye was Faye; best friends who shared an apartment. And now, Alex was the best sex she'd ever had and she was sexting him during her weekly meeting?

Before Faye could answer his text, he had sent another.

How wet are you right now?

She was typing back so fast that she felt her fingers would fall off.

So wet that if I don't come in about ten minutes I may have an emotional breakdown.

About five minutes pass without one single message from Alex. She scrunches her brows at this, wondering if maybe the duties of the band were taking him away from answering. A part of her was slightly upset since there was a problem that sorely needed taken care of and she'd been planning to escape to the restroom to freshen up down there; with the help of Alex's encouraging words.

Within another half-hour, the meeting was finally adjourned. Faye was up and out of her seat like her ass was on fire (which, ironically, it was) and was booking it back to her cubicle. She drops her papers and pens off before heading toward the back rooms.

As she walks, she sends Alex a message. I am going to the bathroom. You better help me out.

By the time she'd slipped onto the linoleum floor and closed the door behind her, Alex had texted her back. She flipped the lock on the door to be extra careful before opening the text to read over it. Call me when you're alone.

Faye couldn't help the small gasp that fell past her lips, her lower half practically throbbing.

She swipes her thumb over Alex's name to call him, pressing the phone to ear quickly. She looks in the mirror to look over herself even though he couldn't very well see her as they talked. It rang four times before she heard him pick up, her breathing increasing as he spoke. "Hello, Faye." He was using that husky, dark, gritty voice that she had now heard two times before. Her eyes softly shut at the sound of it again, her hand smoothing over her lower stomach.

"You created a very nasty issue for me," she mutters as she leans back against the sink. "And I am going to combust if I don't get off right now."

His chuckle made a bolt of lightning rush down her spine. A moan props itself on the tip of her tongue. "What is it that you want me to do, exactly?" he taunts, his voice like the whisper of his fingers trailing over her skin. She could feel herself warming up, her skin flushing as deep a pink as the dusk of pink on her ass.

"I want you to...help me," she mumbles, a whine in her voice, as if she were begging him.

Which, let's be honest, she really was.

"Oh, Faye," he grins even though she swore it was more of a smirk. "I wish I could. But I have to get back into the studio and...well, I'd rather we didn't."

Faye was astounded, her jaw hanging open. "You're kidding," she breathes harshly. "Are you scared to have phone sex with me?" The last part she hissed quietly, afraid that any of her co-workers right outside could hear her.

"Not even," he snorts. "I'd just rather we waited. I don't want you coming unless I'm there."

This made her body flush an even darker pink. "What?"

Another chuckle meets her ears. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever heard. "Faye, you having an orgasm is like Christmas for me. It's the most pleasant thing I've ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. And anyway, there's a lot of fun in it for me to know you're sitting at work, squirming and turned on, and not being able to do anything about it."

Her teeth grit at this, knowing this was just a game to him. "Alex...please...I'mdying..."

"You'll live," he breezes. "So, Faye, don't touch yourself once we get off the phone. I'd be so disappointed to have another reason to punish you."

"Me being mouthy should not cause you to spank me again."

Just saying these words, exchanging such a conversation with Alex, was making something twitch in the back of her mind. It wasn't too much of a nuisance, more just like a light flickering, turning on and off as she tried her hardest to figure out why. Will a part of her not get used to the fact that she had gotten herself into a sexual relationship with the guy she'd been best friends with for over a decade?

"Oh, you being mouthy is one of the reasons why I spanked you last night," he affirms, another smirk dancing along the edges of his voice. None of these words passing Alex's lips, his full pink lips, were making her situation any better. All she could picture was his dirty scenarios and filthy whispers that he caressed against her ear, all the little not-so-subtle things he'd said to her these past weeks since they slept together. All of these shaping around his mouth as his hand print made it's dent into her ass last night. She starts to pant at the mere thought of it. "Oh, Faye. Another beautiful thing is listening to you get all strung out, hearing you get turned on. Shit, I'm going to have a boner during this next song I have to record."

Faye growls. "If you think that you are getting anything from me tonight you are sorely mistaken."

"That's the thing," he sing-songs, his voice like pure sugar. "Leaving you frustrated all day will ensure that you'll let me have you tonight. You're my dinner and my dessert. Don't forget that."

"After we talk."

There was a small pause there. It would have seemed normal if Alex hadn't prolonged it, the short silence stretching out a few seconds more than Faye would have liked. She scrunches her brows but he was speaking before she could question his tiny hesitation. "After we talk," he repeats quietly.

She hears someone call his name in the background. Her arousal had now turned into a dull ache, one she knew wouldn't go away for the remainder of her work day. Alex says something to whoever it was that had searched him out before he was returning to his phone. "Sorry, babe. Duty calls. And remember, do not touch yourself. I may seem selfish, but your pleasure is all mine."

Then the dial tone was ringing in her ear.

Notes

Not much to say except comments? :)

ACTUALLY! I would like to thank Shootupsunshine for giving me a shout out in an update of her story! It was so kind and I find myself going back to reread it because it is one of the greatest things someone's ever done for me! So thank you you kind soul :)

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