i think i miiiight do one? i can never get enough of andy barber, and after he was such an ass in the first two parts i kind of wouldnโt mind seeing him be sweetโฆ what do you think? part 3?
Itโs been an entire month since the best sex of your life, and things have- for the most part- gone completely back to normal.
Andy was still rude and horrible, and you still earned the brunt of his frustrations. Practically anytime you speak, heโs immediately redirecting, telling you how awful the idea is. The only difference is now instead of making your jaw clench, it makes your thighs clench.
Itโs infuriating, and you wish heโd just drag you into his office and let out all that pent up frustration, but he never does.
Today youโre sitting in the seat next to him, watching him intently, he looks way too good in his white button up, interacting with the sweetest old lady, Ms. Ellis. She lost her daughter last year and Andy is in charge of the case, prosecuting an ex boyfriend who everyone is sure did it. Ms. Ellis adores Andy, and heโs so good with her, talking her down when she gets worked up, consoling her when she cries.
You watch on in wonder as he talks about the evidence, itโs a side of Andy youโve never seen before.
After the meeting is over you say your goodbyes and Andy escorts Ms. Ellis out of the office. You watch from afar as he gives her a hug, and then stops at the file room. When the door closes behind him you follow, opening and shutting the door as quietly as possible. You twist the lock and then check the rows for any other people, once youโre sure youโre alone you find Andy in the last row.
He sees and raises one brow. You gather up a weeks worth of confidence and move toward him, putting your body between him and the shelves. He looks from side to side, and then his eyes drop down to your legs, moving up until theyโve scanned you head to toe.
โYou need something, intern?โ That gentle voice he used with Ms. Ellis is gone.
โYouโre really sweet with her,โ You whisper, and Andy doesnโt respond, he just stares at you. You take a deep breath and then slide your hands slowly up Andyโs chest, feeling the dips of his muscles through his shirt. One of your palms curls around his shoulder and the other tugs on his tie.
You search his face for any signs of emotion, but thereโs none, so you use his shoulder as leverage and rise up on your toes to press your lips gently to his. He doesnโt kiss you back, so eventually you fall back on flat feet.
โHow come youโre never that sweet to me?โ You whisper, and finally the corner of Andyโs mouth turns up the slightest bit.
You bite your lips to hide your grin, while Andyโs smirk only gets wider. โYou want sweet, hey?โ
Instead of answering you just let your hands wander, gripping his biceps with a sarcastic smile. His eyes follow your hands, before they flick back up to meet your own. Just to annoy him you squeeze his arms one more time.
He hums and then leans in until his lips touch your ear, โSlutโs donโt deserve sweet.โ
You shove him away from you with a huff, narrowing your eyes at him while he tries to hide his smirk.
โI hate you.โ You mumble, and Andy hums, grabbing your wrist to shove you forward while he slaps your ass.
โBack to work intern.โ He demands.
You take a few steps and then flip around to face him again, โCould you specify, Mr. Barber? Regular work or after hours work?โ
โBack to work,โ He repeats, his voice stern. The look in his eyes tells you not to test him, so you role your eyes and turn your back to him, leaving the copier room with a sigh.ย
The rest of the day goes by slow, you receive multiple more reprimands from Andy, all of which take place in front of the rest of your colleagues. You were ย dying to talk back every time but you resisted, telling yourself you could wait until the end of the day to yell at him.ย
Once youโre finished all your work for the day, you stomp into Andyโs office and drop the files on his desk with a fake smile. Thereโs hardly anyone here, itโs completely dark outside and your stomach is grumbling in hunger.ย โAll done, Mr. Barber.โย
Heโs leant back in his chair, watching you with an amused smirk on his face. He doesnโt bother to look at the files, he doesnโt even fucking open one, but he says,ย โRe-do them.โย
Youโre eyes almost bulge out of their sockets,ย and Andy raised his eyebrows at you when you donโt say anything. โThey donโt need to be re-done.โ Your words are whispered through clenched teeth.
โYes they do.โ
Youโre about on the verge of tears from how angry you are, โYou didnโt even look at them.โ
โI donโt need to,โ Andy shrugs, โAre they done in MLA format?โ You nod, โThen they need to be re-done in Chicago format.โ
โNeal said MLA was fine-,โ You start, but Andy cuts you off when he stands.
โYou donโt answer to Neal, intern. You answer to me. I want them done chicago style. Re-do them. Tonight.โ
Your chin starts to quiver so you pull your lips into your mouth, looking at the ceiling to keep your emotions in check. You take a deep breath in and then go to grab the files off of Andyโs desk, making sure to bump his shoulder on your way out.
Two hours later, itโs nearly nine oโclock, your stomach is close to eating yourself, and youโre only half way done.
Youโre the only one still here so when the door to the cubicles opens, you startle.
โSorry,โ Neal laughs. โI didnโt mean to scare you.โ
You sigh and give him a tired smile. โI didnโt think anyone else was here.โ
โMe either, how come you havenโt left yet?โ Neal leans against the side of your desk and you want to role your eyes at his question, and completely throw Andy under the bus, but you refrain.
โI did these briefs wrong, so Iโm redoing them all.โ The words taste like acid coming out.
โWhatโs wrong with them?โ Neal asks, and you shrug, rubbing a hand across your forehead.
โCitations were wrong.โ
Neal chuckles and groans at the same time, cursing under his breath. โAndy can be a real ass.โ At that he grabs the chair from the desk next to you. โWell since I told you MLA was fine, Iโll help you fix them.โ
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You arrive back at work the next morning after only leaving three and a half hours earlier. You have an extra large triple espresso, your hair is rumpled, and youโre wearing the same outfit as yesterday. But, the briefs are done.
Youโve barely taken a seat at your desk when someone yells that Andy wants you in his office immediately.
If your eyes werenโt so dry and tired youโd roll them, but you just get up and head to his office, purposely dragging your ass to piss him off.
โShut the door.โ His voice is a low growl that sends shock waves straight to your core. Your sex drive awakens the second you see him. Heโs not looking at you, instead heโs facing his windows, looking out over Boston with what you can only imagine is a glare, his permanent resting face.
You do as your told, remaining completely silent out of fear or anger, youโre not totally sure which.
Andy turns and then circles around you. Your stomach drops when he ventures behind you and you hear the dead bolt on his door turn.
โI finished the briefsโฆโ You whisper, just to break the silence.
โDid you?โ Andy asks from behind you.
You nod your head, almost frantically. โYes, theyโre right there on your desk.โ You tell him and you swear you hear him scoff.
โYes, I know theyโre doneโฆโ He starts, coming up behind you so close that you can feel his warmth. Ironic since his personality is literal ice. โBut you didnโt do them.โ
Youโre about to argue when he silences you by brushing your hair off your neck, pushing it to one side. โI know Neal was here with you last night.โ
You heart starts to thump as you realize exactly where heโs going with this.
โFunny.โ He says humorlessly, โThis is exactly what you were wearing yesterday.โ
Oh god. It was an honest mistake. You got home so late that you slept through your alarm, you put the same skirt and blouse back on cause you didnโt even have time to open your closet this morning. You donโt even have time to be angry at what heโs insinuating.
You shake your head, your stomach is at your feet, tears welling in your tired eyes. This looks bad. You donโt want him thinking you have any sort of relationship with Neal after what happened last month.
โAndy-,โ You start, but he cuts you off, his words as harsh as youโve ever heard them.
โShut up.โ
And then he shoves you forward. You stumble towards his desk with a sob.
โHe does the briefs for you, in exchange for what?โ Andy asks, crowding you up against his desk until your hips are pushed right against it. His large hand curls over your shoulder again and you shiver. The closer he gets, the more you have to fight the urge to lean back against him and beg him to take you.
โNothing, I did them. He only helped.โ You insist, and Andy chuckles like he doesnโt believe a word you say. โI promise-,โ You try again, but Andy cuts you off.
โDid you jerk him off?โ
You cringe at the insinuation, anger bubbling up inside of you along with more tears.
โDid you suck his cock?โ He asks again.
โAndy, no-โ You try to move but he shoves you down until your chest is flat against his desktop and your pulse starts to race.
โYou let him fuck you?โ He asks, and the pure possession in his voice sends chills down your back.
You shake your head as more tears stream down your cheeks. โNo. Thatโs only you Andy.โ
He hums and then you feel him push his hardening cock against your ass. โOh, baby I wanna believe that.โ He mutters, and his fingers wander down to grab the hem of your skirt. โBut I donโt trust sluts.โ He pulls the fabric over the curve of your ass and wastes no time delivering a stinging blow to your ass cheek.
He just spanked you.
You can practically feel yourself drenching your underwear at this point, and it makes your cheeks burn red with embarrassment. Heโs literally punishing you-humiliating you- and youโre soaked. Heโs right, youโre a slut.
โIโm your slut, Andy. Only yours.โ You whisper, trying to grind your aching cunt against the table for some relief.
โYeah?โ
You nod, still wiggling on desk while he shoves his dick up against you over and over again. Fuck, you want him inside you again so badly.
He slaps your ass again, harder this time and you whimper but take it, biting your tongue to keep from crying you. Silent tears stream down your face but Andy ignores them, spanking you until your ass is bright red. โOnly yours,โ You repeat again. โPlease fuck me,โ
Andy laughs, and you start to cry. โPlease,โ Youโre not usually one to beg, but youโre so wound up youโll do anything to show him that youโre all his.
With a divided groan he flips you onto your back, knocking a few things onto the floor in the process. Your legs spread wide open and he smirks. โYou want me to fuck you?โ
You nod your head frantically and he sighs like he canโt resist, grinding his aching hard on against your soaked underwear.
You arch your back and moan, moving your hips to meet his for a second thrust that never comes.
He lifts off you with the self control of a champion, slapping your cunt before he says, โYou donโt deserve it. Slut.โ
The words cut like a knife, and your legs fall closed while you scramble up and off his desk, straightening your clothes.
โBack to work intern.โ
โGo fuck yourself, Andy.โ You cry, and then youโre pathetically stumbling out of his office, looking even more disheveled then when you came in.
You unlock, and open the door with a sniffle, but then Andy is pushing the door shut one more time, hovering behind you like heโs been doing this whole time. โYouโre my intern. You need help you come to me, not Neal.โ
You donโt nod, you donโt react at all. You just stare straight forward. He uses one hand on your waist to physically turn you, and then he tilts your head up til you meet his eyes.
โIโll be over at seven. After you walk around all day with your panties soaked cause of me, then Iโll consider letting you cum on my cock.โ
You mouth drops open and the corner of his lips lift in a smirk. He opens the door for you, and shoves you out with a light slap on your sore bum.
โMaybe after I turn your ass red again Iโll finally be sweet.โ
