Chapter 12 #3
I was panting now, my clit throbbing with need. “I… I don’t know.” I was acutely aware that the entire office was full of people, right outside these doors, and I felt weak with the humiliation of it. Could they hear us? Oh, God!
“Yes, you do. You’re going to get that tight little ass spanked hard until it’s bright red. But first you’re going to get fucked.”
Before I could respond, I heard the sound of his belt buckle, then his zipper. He positioned himself behind me, and I felt the hot, thick head of his cock pressing against my soaked entrance.
“Oh, God! Oh, my God,” I moaned, trying to push back against him.
He pushed forward slowly, the thick head of his cock stretching me open, inch by inch. I gasped as he filled me, and I couldn’t stop my pussy from clenching around him.
“Fuuuuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, pausing when he was halfway inside me. Then he gripped my hips and thrust forward, burying himself completely inside me with one powerful stroke.
“Aaahhnngg!” I cried out, my hands clutching the edge of the desk. He was so fucking big.
My mind raced to the last time I’d had sex, but it was so long ago that I’d forgotten what it had felt like to be filled like this. Besides, he was so much bigger than anyone I’d ever taken before that my pussy already ached from the very first stroke.
He held himself there, letting me adjust to his size. “You’re going to take your fucking like a good girl,” he crooned, his voice strained with pleasure. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my pussy already pulsing around him.
He began to move, starting with slow, deep thrusts that gradually increased in pace and force as his hand pressed down on my lower back.
Each thrust pushed me harder against the desk, my breasts pressed against the wood, my nipples hard against the lace fabric of my bra, dragging back and forth across the desk.
His powerful hips slapped against my bare ass, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet office.
“Look at you,” he sneered, one hand gripping my hip tightly. “Bent over my desk, skirt torn off, bare-assed, taking your boss’s cock like you were made for it.”
The crude words sent sparks of electricity shooting through me. I was so wet I could hear the obscene sounds of his cock sliding in and out of me.
“Please,” I moaned, not even sure what I was begging for.
His hand came down on my ass with a loud smack.
“Please what?” he demanded.
“Please, sir,” I gasped. “Please don’t stop.”
He spanked me again, the stinging pain mixing with the pleasure of his cock pounding into me. “You’re going to come for me, Avery. Right here over my desk. And then I’m going to keep fucking you until you can’t remember your own name.”
His rhythm became merciless, his cock hitting a spot inside me that made lights flash behind my eyelids.
The desk creaked with the force of his thrusts, and I knew I’d have marks from where my hips pressed against the edge.
Then one of his hands moved from my hip to the front of my body, sliding between me and the desk to find my clit.
His fingers pressed against the swollen bud, circling it in time with his thrusts.
That was all it took.
My orgasm crashed over me with stunning force, my pussy clamping down tightly around his thrusting cock as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. I cried out, barely remembering to keep my voice down, my hands fisting so tightly my knuckles turned white.
“That’s it,” he urged, his fingers still working my clit, extending my pleasure. “Come all over my cock, dirty girl.”
The pulsing of my orgasm milked his hard length, but he didn’t stop. If anything, he fucked me harder. The overstimulation made me gasp and whimper, my body trembling beneath him as he pounded into me even more roughly than before.
“Again,” he commanded, his fingers pressing more firmly on my clit. “Come for me again.”
I didn’t think I could, but my body betrayed me, responding to his dominance and the relentless stimulation.
Another orgasm built quickly, more intense than the first, and when it hit me, I nearly screamed.
My vision went white as my pussy spasmed around his thick cock, my entire body shaking with the force of it.
He never stopped, his pace never faltered, even as my cunt clenched tightly around him.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice strained. “One more. I want to feel you come on my cock one more time before I fill this tight little pussy with my seed.”
I was lost in sensation, barely aware of anything but his cock stretching me, ruining me, his fingers on my clit, and the stinging heat of my spanked ass.
The third orgasm built like a storm, dark and powerful, and when it broke, I shattered completely.
My body convulsed with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
If I had been standing, my knees would have given out.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “You’re being such a good girl for me.”
His rhythm finally changed, becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me, groaning as he came, his cock pulsing as he erupted deep inside me. I could feel the hot flood of his release filling me, marking me as his from the inside.
For long moments, we stayed like that—me bent over his desk, him still inside me, both of us breathing heavily. The only sounds were our ragged breaths and the faint hum of the air conditioning overhead.
Then he slowly withdrew, and I felt his cum begin to drip from my well-used pussy, running down my thighs. He reached for something on his desk, and I realized it was tissues as he gently cleaned between my legs, his touch almost tender now.
“Stay there,” he said softly, his hand running down my back. “Don’t move.”
I remained bent over the desk, my face flushed against the cool wood, still bare below the waist. I heard him step back, and then his voice was firm again.
“We’re not done yet, are we, naughty girl?”
My heart, which had just begun to slow, sped up again. “No, sir.”
“You still need to be punished for rolling your eyes at me.”
“I’ve never been spanked before, sir,” I whispered.
“You should know that it’s going to hurt, Miss Hale. I need to remind you to show proper respect to your boss.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Rowe,” I replied obediently, my voice small. I bit my lip and swayed from one foot to the other.
He stepped behind me again, and I braced myself. His hand came down on my already sensitive ass with a hard smack. I gasped at the sting, my hands gripping the edge of the desk. I went to push myself up, but his other hand pressed down between my shoulder blades, pinning me down.
“You’re not going anywhere, Avery. This perfect little ass is going to get spanked, really spanked. I want you to remember that your boss punished you for your sass every time you sit down today and that if you’re naughty, he won’t hesitate to do it again.”
“Yes, sir,” I cried, my voice trembling as the sting from his hand morphed into heat.
Another smack landed on my other cheek, harder this time.
I yelped at the pain, my fingers digging into the wood.
He didn’t pause, raining blows across my bare ass in a steady rhythm, each one harder than the last. The pain built with each smack, my skin growing hot and tender, but beneath the pain, a strange warmth spread through me, intensifying the lingering pleasure from my orgasms.
After perhaps twenty really stingy smacks, he paused, his hand gently rubbing my heated cheeks. “I’m proud of you, baby. You’re doing so well for me.”
I moaned, both from the tenderness of his touch on my sore ass and the praise in his voice. My pussy was still wet, still needy despite the punishment.
“Please, sir,” I whispered.
“Please what? Do you want more?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted honestly. “It hurts so much.”
“But you can take more, can’t you? For me?”
I nodded against the desk. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” His hand left my back, and I felt him reach for his belt. The sound of leather sliding through loops made my heart race. “This is going to hurt more, Avery. But you need this, don’t you? You need to know your boss will punish you when you’ve been naughty.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, tears pricking at my eyes from anticipation and my already scalded ass.
He folded his belt in half, the buckle clinking softly. “Hold onto the desk. Don’t let go. If you do, I’m going to have to start over and you’re not going to want that.”
My fingers gripped the edge of the desk more tightly, my body tensing.
The first lash of the belt across my ass made me cry out, the pain much more intense than his hand, almost like an arc of fire spanning both cheeks.
He didn’t wait, bringing the belt down again and again.
Each stroke made me jump and gasp, my ass on fire now, the pain overwhelming me.
Tears slipped down my cheeks, though I tried to stay quiet.
At some point, I lost count of the strokes, lost in the pain and the strange, shameful pleasure that accompanied it.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, the belt came up between my legs, the leather slapping against my wet pussy with a sound that made me gasp.
“Aiiyyy!” I cried out, the shock of pain and pleasure mixing in a confusing swirl.
Two more quick strikes landed on my sensitive pussy, each one making my clit throb and my pussy sting.
Then the belt stopped, and I lay there trembling, my ass and pussy throbbing, tears streaming down my face.
His hand was gentle as he rubbed my sore cheeks, the touch almost making me cry more from his tenderness after he punished me so harshly.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured. “All done now. You took that so well. You look so pretty with a bright red ass.”
I sniffled, trying to catch my breath. “Thank you, sir,” I whispered.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” His fingers slid between my legs, finding my still-wet pussy. “Still so wet. You liked being punished, didn’t you?”