“I told you, fucking no.”
Two of his thick fingers filled her swollen pussy again, and he pumped them slowly, careful to avoid her clit. It was too slow, and not enough. She could feel her orgasm ebbing away, and she bit her lower lip in frustration.
He pulled his fingers out, replacing it with something much thicker. She thrust her ass back, urging him to fill her up again, but all he did was evade her advances. He kneaded her round butt, while his other hand trailed the bruises he’d left on her hips, admiring the marks he’d left, before brushing his cock up and down her core.
“Please,” she breathed, tingles erupting all over her skin at the contact. She was so close, and she wanted to come already, goddamn it!
Slowly, he eased his hard dick into her sopping wet cunt, and she gasped out in relief. When he’d bottomed out, he stayed there for a few seconds before withdrawing and pushing back in.
She almost groaned. The slow tempo was driving her crazy!
Reaching down with her hand, she gently pressed into her clit. It still wasn’t enough, but slowly but surely, she could build the pressure back up again.
A moan escaped her lips, the orgasm riding close to the edge yet again. Suddenly, his movement stopped, and before she could realise her mistake, he had wrenched her hand from underneath her.
“No!” she cried out, sobbing in anger as he withdrew from her. Already he’d denied her two orgasms. She couldn’t go much longer without one, and she trembled in need and desperation.
He slapped her plump ass once more, before flipping her over, assessing her with his cool gaze. He leaned over her, and licked the skin at her neck, sucking and kissing at it.
“I told you, you’re not coming. Not until you’ve learned how to be fucking obedient. I guess we need to go over it again,” he growled.
She gasped as she felt his teeth sinking into her skin. She closed her eyes, but they popped back open as he pulled her up. Turning, he planted himself on his desk, and draped her shaking body over his lap. With her ass sticking up and her tits squished against his leg, all she could do was stare at his feet in fearful anticipation. Feet, she realised with a sudden startle, were still clad in his expensive leather shoes. In fact, he was still fully dressed, save for his black suit pants down by his knees.
She felt awfully aware of her nakedness, and the fact that her juices dripping out of her pussy were now staining his expensive trousers.
Legs trembling, she went to cross them to prevent more from leaking out, but his hand in between her thighs prevented her from hiding her lush pussy from his watchful eyes.
What was he planning on doing?
Her answer came a second later, when his hand flew down, striking her ass. Crying out, she reached behind her to cover her stinging cheek, but he just batted her away as if she were a pesky fly.
“Stop that”, he barked, before another smack came raining down on her butt.
“Ten spanks for disobedience, that was one and two. Continue counting.”
Sobbing out loud, she jerked each time his hand came down, gasping out the numbers like they were pleas to the devil. Her butt felt like it was on fire, and she knew it resembled a tomato.
“Seven”
Smack!
“Eight”
Smack!
“Ni–”
A sudden, searing pain spread from her core, causing her to cry out gutturally. He’d spanked her pussy! Tears flowing freely from her face, she pressed a hand on her mouth, to not shout out in pain. His big hand caressed her cunt gently, but the agony still coursed through her body. Her pussy, however, had recovered from the shock, and was now dripping even more freely.
She shook her head, willing the tears to go away.
It was bad enough, crying in front of him, but the embarrassment of her traitorous body was bound to kill her.
“Doll, don’t forget my order”, he warned, leaning down so that his hot breath tickled her ear. His caresses were still gentle, but she could’ve sworn they’d tightened in caution for her to not forget her place. The fact that he was punishing her.
So, with a deep breath, she continued with a shaky breath.
“N–nine”
“Good girl”, he purred as he landed his last slap. Thankfully, it had landed on her ass, and not her cunt. And despite her smarting bottom, her heart stuttered at the compliment. Did it mean, that he–
“Now then, have you learnt your lesson?”
“Y–yes.”
“Will you behave now?”
She nodded.
“So does that mean you are a good doll?”
She opened her mouth to reply automatically, but then paused. Finally, she squeezed her eyes shut before replying in a small voice.
“I don’t know. Am I a good doll?”
For a moment, he was silent. Starting to panic, she opened her mouth to say something else, until his soft voice stopped her.
“Yes, you fucking are.”
With that, he turned her around and threw her on the desk. Looking up at him with big, tearful eyes, she watched his jaw slacken at the sight of her dishevelled face. A reverent, almost adoring look in his eyes, he pressed his thumb between her swollen lips, moistening it, then withdrawing it. Lining himself up, he rammed his cock inside her as his wet thumb found her clit.
She gasped out of pure pleasure. All the denied orgasms, the punishing, yet strangely arousing spanking, paired with his thumb and index now pinching her clit were entirely way too much for her.
With a cry, the wave sloshed over, and the orgasm swept over her like a tsunami wave. White-hot pleasure blinded her, making her cry out.
Shouting his name out, she reached up towards him, holding onto his shoulders tightly and pulling him towards her. She felt like she was dying a glorious death. It was heaven and hell at the same time, and she didn’t know what to do.
Her body, jerked, overwhelmed by it all, so she took it out on the man who was still inside her. She bit his shoulder until she faintly tasted the coppery twang of blood. Raking her nails down his back, her pussy pulsated wildly around his cock while she groaned, her sounds muffled by his shoulder.
He groaned in her ear at the feeling of her nails dug deep into his skin, which only made her clench down harder on him. Finally, after what felt like forever, she calmed down marginally, but he still continued plunging in and out of her.
His fingers were still pressed against her clit. All too soon, barely before the sensations from her last orgasm had passed, she could feel the pleasure building again.
“No!”, she gasped, letting go of his shoulder.
It was too soon. Struggling to push him off of her sensitive skin, she was still recovering from the orgasm, but he wouldn’t hear it. Grabbing her thighs, he pressed them together and swung them over his shoulder, thrusting in at an even deeper angle. He groaned at the feel of her pussy spasming around him, and started going even harder.
He was close now, she could feel it by the way his thrusts became erratic, as if he were possessed. Suddenly, she fell over the edge, her orgasm cresting so suddenly, she hadn’t even noticed it creeping up on her.
She screamed his name, again, over and over, and she was distinctly aware of him groaning, and then spilling out inside her. He leaned in, catching her lips with his and they kissed as his dick jerked and spilled inside her pulsating pussy.
They laid there on his desk, a messy tangle of limbs, boneless as they continued to kiss. Finally, his cock slipped out, and with it, a steady stream of cum. He detached himself from her and glanced down at her messy, swollen cunt, and with a salacious smirk, pushed the cum back inside her with his finger.
Struggling to catch her breath, she eyed him, golden from the late-afternoon sun shining in through the large windows. She was exhausted and couldn’t move, twitching occasionally, so he peeled her off the desk and set her gently on his lap after settling down in his massive chair.
Curling into a fetal position, she winced as she shifted, her ass still on fire from the punishment he’d inflicted on her. He didn’t miss her grimace of discomfort, and worry quickly wiped the satisfied smirk off his face.
“Are you okay? I’m sorry, I got carried away. I was too rough.”
She lifted her palm from her butt, and instead lifted it to the side of his face, now contorted with distress.
“No, I’m fine, don’t worry.”
He pushed her back to look at her more closely, to see if she was lying.
“Doll, I’m serious. Does your ass sting a lot? Wait a second, I have some sort of ointment in my drawer,” reaching over, he opened his drawer and pulled out a silver tube.
“I am. Really, I’m okay. You know I would’ve used my safe word if it was too much.”
His concerned eyes showed her that he still wasn’t convinced, and her heart sped up at the worry in them. Cupping his face with both hands and making him look up at her, she leaned in to kiss him softly. He returned her kiss.
“I’m okay, truly. I loved every second of it. Don’t worry.”
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