38. Catriona #2
“Tell me,” he whispers. “Tell me what happens to naughty girls.”
I wet my lips but not a word passes through them. I want to lean back against his heat but force myself to stand still.
“Tell me, Catriona,” he insists.
“They – they get their little arse spanked.” The words he used weeks ago.
Rian makes an appreciative noise. “And how many spanks do you think would be fair?”
“Twelve. No—” I stop myself, remembering how hot I had been after twelve slaps. “Sixteen.”
He chuckles quietly. “Let’s start with twelve, hard, and if you’re very good, then I may give you sixteen.” His words alone cause my stomach to clench.
There’s a tug at my jacket and, slowly, it slides down my shoulders.
I don’t move as Rian undresses me, item by item until there are none left.
Only the cool air licks my skin as he deliberately avoids touching me.
I should be worried about standing naked in his office, but the only thing on my mind is how desperate I am to have his warm hands on me.
“Arms behind your back.” The gruff edge of his tone betrays him. He’s caught up in this game too. I eagerly oblige, fold my arms and grab onto my elbows, pushing my chest out. There’s a thud as something drops on the table.
Rope.
Two bundles of thin, red rope, shining like beacons against the wood. Soft string wraps around my arms. My heart gallops and panic presses in pulses against my temples.
“Rian – we’re in the office! Y-you can’t tie me up here!”
I try to move my arms, but Rian grabs my wrists, holding them in place at my back.
“Ssssh…” He steps closer and finally lets me have some of the heat from his body that I’ve been craving. His lips brush along the hairline at my temple. “Breathe… That’s it. Again. Good girl.”
My heart rate slows, and I soften in his hold.
“This is what I’m going to do,” he continues, his words soft caresses carrying promises of depravity.
“I will tie you up, right here in the office. You’ll look so beautiful all wrapped in rope.
Then I’m going to spank you for being a naughty girl.
And then, when you’ve taken your punishment, like a good girl, I’ll fuck your bound body until you scream my name. ”
“Fuck.” That’s my intelligent response as wetness trickles down my thigh.
“Will you be a good girl and take your punishment, Catriona?”
My submission is instant and flows softly past my lips. “Yes, sir.”
Rian hums, and I stand still as a statue and let him do to me whatever he wants to my naked body.
He wraps the rope around my underarms several times, then continues up with lines pressing against my back as he secures my upper arms tight to my sides.
His breathing is heavy but steady. With every line against my skin, I calm at the same time as panic is still present.
It’s an absurd contrasting sensation of fear and freedom.
Fear of losing control yet freedom in having none.
“Now bend over. Can you do that for me?” Obediently, I bend at the waist until my hard nipples graze the cold table, little zaps shooting up along my nerve endings.
He nudges my feet apart with his foot, exposing my sex. Exposing how wet I am.
Rian grabs one of the red bundles on the table and binds my ankle to the leg of the table.
The rope is circled in a pattern that I can only feel, up my calf and thigh.
He repeats the process on my other leg with the last bundle of rope.
I’m bound and spread wide, offered like a dish on his table.
The position is uncomfortable, but I know that’s how Rian wants me. My submission even through discomfort.
“Your body was made for rope,” Rian rasps behind me.
With no warning, his hand comes down on my arse. I yelp and instinctively try to stand up. The hit was harder than the last time, and the sting is fierce. Rian pushes me back flat on the table.
Without hesitation, he slaps again, hard, two on each cheek.
The sting is so bad, I force myself not to scream and my eyes well up.
And I asked for sixteen, what was I thinking!
Same as last time, he takes a break after four and caresses my bum, slow, soft patterns with his fingertips, and the sting transforms to heat that spreads across my body. Oh, yes, this is why I asked for sixteen…
“Breathe, Catriona…”
Then his palm comes down on me again, just as hard, but the sting somehow changes. It still hurts – hurts like hell – but it’s different, as if the burn is turning inwards, down between my legs and up my spine. Blanking out my mind.
The hits come closer and closer to my slit. I want to lift my hips higher, tugging at the bindings of my legs, but I can’t do anything. I whimper, wanting more. His fingertips trail down to my wet folds and up again, only feather-light touches that have me moaning in frustration.
The eleventh hit is right on my pussy lips. I can’t hold back a cry as pain flashes like lightning and white dots appear in my eyes.
“Ah, that hurt so good.” Did I say that?
“You’re a goddess… You’re a fucking goddess!”
The twelfth hit is even harder. It connects with my core, and I shake and whimper.
“Please, please,” I sob. My damp forehead is resting against the table, but I throw my head back and cry out as two fingers stretch me, forcing their way deep into my pussy.
“So wet. So perfect.” He presses his thumb down on my clit while moving his fingers inside of me.
It’s all I need to fall apart. I clench my teeth to stop the scream from escaping my lips.
Heat explodes from my core. My hearing dulls through the swishing of blood pulsing through my veins.
I barely notice the clang of Rian’s belt buckle hitting the floor and the ripping of foil.
The next thing I know, his blunt cock head presses at my opening, and with a forceful thrust of his hips, he fills me completely.
“Fuck!” we cry in unison. My orgasm goes on and on as I squeeze around his thick length.
He draws his hips away from me and slams back in.
Hard, fast, ruthless. I’m nailed to the table, unable to move.
All I can do is ride this tremendous wave as he continues his punishing pace, over and over until his muffled roar fills the room.
Rian digs his fingers into the burning flesh of my arse.
His cock swells. A last slam and he stills while his length pulses, spraying his cum deep into my pussy.
Rian groans and, all spent, he rests his head between my shoulder blades, his ragged breath fanning my back.
“Sorry,” he whispers.
“For what?”
He lifts his head and kisses each of my shoulders.
“Firstly, for coming so quickly, but you turn me on so much I couldn’t help it.” He places another kiss on my spine. “And that’s the reason for my second sorry as well. I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to stop at twelve.”