Chapter 3 #4
All the muscles in her back contract, her legs tensing. She holds her breath for a second, her trembling fingers digging into my thigh. I wait for her to count, to let me know she’s still in the scene and not overwhelmed.
“One,” Amber chokes out.
“One.” I rub my hand over the place where my hand landed, which is going pink.
She’s still tense, and her breathing is coming in short, sharp gasps. But she doesn’t recoil at my touch. She’s not shaking anymore. And when she lets out a little sigh, I strike again.
Smack
“Two!” Her voice is higher pitched this time, and she lets out a shaky moan.
“Two.” I watch as she rubs her thighs together, her hips rolling to lift her ass higher.
Smack
“Three.”
“Three.” I run a hand over her head. “Remember your safe word, Miss Pope.”
“I-I don’t need it.”
Fuck, but she’s beautiful. Laid out over me like this, completely trusting me, trusting me not to hurt her, not to push her too far. I run my hand down the curve of her back, and maybe, just maybe I’m discovering things about myself again too, remembering who I am and what I like.
Not just someone’s dad.
Someone’s boss.
Someone’s teacher.
No. In this moment, I feel more myself than I have in years. Yeah, yeah, it’s not just because this beautiful, naked woman is lying in my lap. It’s more than that. It’s remembering there’s more to me than just that, the public face, the family man, the responsible engineer.
As much as Amber trusts me, I trust her, too. To see this side of me. The freedom is intoxicating.
The fourth strike has her unravelling, and her hands scramble against my thigh. With a panicked gasp, she lifts her hips and tries to shove a hand between her legs. I seize her wrist, and she whines softly.
“We’re counting, Miss Pope.”
“F-four,” she whimpers, rolling her chest to rub her breasts on my leg. “Fuck, Theo-”
“What’s your safe word, Miss Pope?” I’m not going to break this scene unless she tells me it’s too much. I don’t want to ruin it for her and I’m not going to patronize her by assuming she can’t take it. I keep a hold of her wrist until she stops shaking, and she takes a deep breath. “Miss Pope?”
“Four.” Her voice is strained, and she’s quivering lightly, but she settles back down on my lap. “That was four, sir.”
“Yes it was.” I caress her ass with my palm. “We’re almost through with your punishment. You’re doing so well, Miss Pope.”
She hums out a high-pitched Mmm, and when my hand lands again, her back arches, her hips rolling desperately, and she whimpers.
“Five,” she cries, panting.
“Five.” I rub her ass, soothing the patch of skin that’s now blooming red. “I’m so proud of you.”
She takes a deep breath, and nods. “Thank you, sir.”
“What are you feeling now?”
“I-I…” She trails off, and I let her gather herself, find her bearings. “I’d like to be fucked, please.”
I run a hand over her ass, between her legs, and she mewls as my fingers find her centre.
“You’re very, very wet, Miss Pope,” I say, pushing two fingers into her hot pussy. “Did being punished like that turn you on?”
She nods frantically. “Yes, sir.”
“Did almost being caught by your neighbour turn you on?”
She wasn’t expecting that. Her shoulders draw up, and her breathing quickens. “Y-yes.”
I chuckle quietly, swirling my fingers inside her. “Did it make you wet walking to my house with no panties on, past all those people, knowing you wanted to come here to fuck me?”
She’s breathing hard now, her upper body taut and her legs pressing together around my hand, trying to catch my fingers and ride me.
“No one has any idea just what a bad girl you are, do they, Miss Pope?”
She doesn’t answer, just rocks her hips on my hand.
“Imagine if they saw you now, fucking my hand like this, like a greedy little slut.”
Shit. Too far, too fucking far, Rembrook, what are you doing?
Amber whimpers, a sound that almost sounds like a sob. I take a deep, silent breath so as not to let on that I’m clambering on to my own restraint. Check in on her, make sure she’s doing good.
“Do you like being called a greedy little slut, Miss Pope?”
She shakes her head, and immediately an apology bubbles up in my throat, but she’s gasping, lifting her head, and with trembling lips she says, “I’m your little slut.”
Well, holy fucking shit. I grit my teeth, arousal taking over my body, as well as my heart and my lungs that are now threatening to explode straight out of me. Maintain. Stay in the moment, Give the girl what she asked for.
“That’s right,” I murmur, stroking her hair. “You’re my greedy little slut.”
She lays her cheek on my thigh, nodding her head up and down, and her brows pinch together as my fingers continue to work her pussy.
She’s so wet now, soaking my hand, and riding my fingers hard.
I’d love to continue this game, deny her the orgasm she needs, make her wait and be on the edge and needy and desperate for the rest of the day.
But that’s too much for right now. Those are games for another day.
My heart sinks for a split second, because there won’t be any more days after this weekend.
But I shake that off as Amber whimpers desperately, rocking her hips back and forth with more and more urgency.
“That’s my girl,” I croon, stroking her back. “Take what you need. Make yourself come. You deserve it after how well you did.”
She might like degradation, but the praise has her moaning. She crosses her legs to catch my hand tightly, my fingers pressing and rubbing her g-spot. She shudders, tossing her head, and lets out a frustrated grunt.
“M-more,” she grits out. “I need more.”
“What do you need?” I keep my voice even, although my chest is pounding with the exertion of maintaining control. “I want you to use your words, and tell me what it is you need.”
She chokes out another sob-like moan, pushing her hips back on my fingers.
“I-I…” She draws in a hard breath, more frustrated growls and groans. “I need to come.”
“Do you want my mouth, or my cock?”
She inhales sharply, considering for a second. “I-I want your cock. Please.”
“I know you do, honey. No one can make you come like I can, can they?”
“No,” she breathes. “Please Theo, I need to come, please.”
I withdraw my fingers from her cunt, and lick her off them, her taste coating my tongue. I stroke a hand over her hair again, and she sighs.
“Bend over the desk. Legs spread for me.”
She scrambles from my lap, bending over the desk, legs wide, her pert ass raised.
Her fingers are between the lips of her pussy, still working her clit, but I can see she’s aching now, unable to find what she needs.
She’s bright pink and swollen, shining with arousal, and the sight makes my dick leak precum obscenely.
“Put your fingers inside your cunt, honey.”
She whimpers, a sweaty frustrated mess spread out in front of me, but she obediently slips two fingers inside her, her hips instantly resuming that frantic rocking motion.
“Does that feel good?” I stroke my hands over her still-pink ass.
She shakes her head, hissing out a breath. “No, I need more.”
“You really do need my dick inside you, don’t you?” Oh god, this power play is making me drunk. It’s making me high. I’m on the damn brink myself, needing to press myself into her and feel her pussy strangling my cock, but watching her tremble and need, need me, holy shit.
“Yes, sir,” she rasps out, her back undulating as she juts against her fingers, letting out more of those sweet little growls.
“Here, honey. Let me make it all better.” I tease her clit with the tip of my cock, rubbing all that pre-cum all over her, and with an impatient little yelp she removes her fingers from her pussy.
She braces herself on the desk on her forearms, and looks over her shoulder at me.
Her lips are trembling, her hair stuck to the beads of sweat on her face.
Such a pretty mess. “Is this what you need?” I slide into her, just a little, just enough to start stretching her, and her eyes roll back in her head.
“Oh, fuck,” she murmurs.
More, and more, until her pussy has completely swallowed my cock, and she moans and sighs and says Yes, yes, yes, over and over, arching her head back. When I pull out of her, just a little, my cock is slick with her juices.
“So wet, pretty girl,” I murmur, running my hands down her back, over the curve of her ass, to come to rest on her hips.
I thrust back inside, hard, and her fingers scratch against the surface of the desk.
I’ve never been happier to not be the chivalrous gentleman as I am now, because her naked skin, so hot and wet, is a dream. “Where do you want me to come?”
She mewls again, so impatient and frustrated, and my brain misfires because she’s bouncing herself back on me.
I know I should stop her, I’m meant to be controlling this scene, I’m meant to be guiding her.
But watching her use me like this, rubbing her needy cunt up and down my length, it’s fucking incredible.
Just let it happen, just for a minute. I keep my grip on her hips, holding her steady as she thrusts back again, and again. Her back is slick with sweat, and the sounds coming from her sweet lips have changed into something carnal and strained.
“Fuck,” she whimpers. “Fuck, fuck.” She moans, loudly, and with another choked half-sob, she shakes her head. “M-more, I need more.”
I hook a hand under her knee, pushing it up onto the desk, and she cries out at the depth of my intrusion. I reach around to press a hand to her lower stomach, which earns me a scream. The sound is like music, like some primal hymn that sets my blood on fire.
I fuck her hard, her pussy spasming around me as her orgasm builds. I pant against her neck, telling her she’s mine, mine, this pussy is mine, and she moans and screams, I’m yours, oh fuck, I’m yours, over and over.