Chapter 3 #2
His hand lands on my ass with a sharp crack. The sting blooms across my skin, and I cry out—not in pain but surprise mingled with pleasure.
“You like that?” His voice is knowing.
My body answers before my mouth can—a shudder racing through me. Who is this woman taking over my body? Certainly not Shannon Matthews, charity board member. This is someone who craves the sting of a man’s palm against her ass.
“Yes,” I gasp, arching into his touch.
He spanks me again, harder this time. The sharp crack echoes in the room, and my pussy clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled. Holy fuck. I’ve never been spanked before. Never wanted it. Yet here I am, practically dripping with need.
“Please,” I whimper.
My voice sounds desperate. I’m becoming someone new under his hands, someone who begs. The proper wife is dissolving with each stinging slap, replaced by a woman who wants to be used.
“Please what?” His fingers graze the stinging spot on my ass.
The gentle touch after the pain makes me dizzy with desire.
I should be embarrassed by how quickly I’m surrendering to him, how eagerly I’m sinking into submission.
Instead, I’m leaning into it, craving more.
Would Robert recognize me right now? His sophisticated wife is being transformed into this wanton creature.
“Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
The words fall from my lips without hesitation. I’ve become the sluttiest version of myself, and I don’t care. I want his cock inside me more than I want my next breath. My body hums with a need I’ve never felt before.
Tony chuckles, the sound dark and promising. “Not yet.”
He slides his hand between my legs from behind, fingers parting my folds. “So wet,” he murmurs appreciatively. “Is this all for me?”
“Yes,” I moan as his middle finger circles my entrance.
He pushes two fingers inside me without warning, and my body welcomes the intrusion. My inner walls clench around him as he curls his fingers, finding that perfect spot.
“Oh god,” I gasp, my hips bucking against his hand.
“You’re going to come for me first,” he says as he brings his other hand up to rub my clit. “Then I’ll fuck you.”
His fingers work me expertly, pumping in and out while he brushes circles around my swollen bud. The dual sensation builds rapidly, my orgasm approaching with startling speed.
“I’m close,” I pant, clutching the edge of the desk.
“Look at me,” Tony demands.
I glance over my shoulder, meeting his intense gaze.
“I want to see your face when you come.”
His words push me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me, my pussy spasms rhythmically around his fingers as waves of pleasure radiate outward. I cry out, breaking eye contact as my head drops to the desk. I just orgasmed for someone other than my husband. And I want more.
“Beautiful,” Tony murmurs, working me through the aftershocks.
Before I can recover, I feel the head of his cock pressing against my pussy.
“Tell me you want this,” he demands.
“I want you,” I gasp. “Fuck me.”
He pushes forward, stretching me deliciously as he enters in one slow thrust. Fuuuck. In my mouth, he didn’t seem that much bigger than Robert, but right now, it feels like he’s splitting me open. I feel impossibly full, my body adjusting to his size.
“God, you’re tight,” he groans. “I could fuck this pussy all night long.”
He grasps my hips, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in.
“Ooooh, god!” I squeal in pleasure. Each thrust sends shockwaves of delight through my body, my sensitive pussy still tingling from my orgasm. “Harder,” I beg, pushing back against him.
Tony laughs darkly and increases his pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the office, punctuated by our heavy breathing and my continual moans.
My second orgasm builds, coiling tight in my lower belly. Tony’s fingers dig into my hips, hard enough to leave marks—marks I’ll have to explain to Robert. The thought of telling my husband about this sends a fresh surge of arousal through me.
“You close again?” Tony’s voice is strained, his rhythm faltering slightly.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping until I’m done using you.”
His words make me whimper in pleasure. I never knew I’d enjoy being talked to this way, but it’s so fucking hot.
He reaches around, his fingers finding my clit. The added stimulation is too much. My orgasm explodes through me, more intense than the first. My pussy clamps down on his cock, and I cry out as sparkles of light burst behind my eyelids.
I’m floating in a happy, fuzzy place, and I expect Tony to come any moment, but instead, he pulls out and flips me over.
The cool wood of the desk is a shock against my heated back as he lifts my legs onto his shoulders.
My black heels on my feet almost look obscene on the shoulders of anyone other than my husband.
“I want to see your face when I fill you with my cum,” he says, his voice raw with desire.
He slides back inside me, and this new angle allows him to go deeper than before. Each thrust hits a spot inside me that sends pleasure radiating through my entire body.
His dark eyes lock onto mine. “Your husband ever fuck you like this?”
“No,” I moan, and it’s the truth. Robert is considerate and skilled, but he’s never fucked me on a desk. He’s never made me feel like I’m just there for his pleasure. This is new territory.
“Good.” Tony’s pace quickens, his movements becoming more erratic. “This pussy is mine tonight.”
“Yours,” I agree, lost in the pleasure.
With a final, deep thrust, Tony groans, and I feel him pulse inside me, his cum painting my insides. The sensation triggers another smaller orgasm, and I writhe as pleasure ripples from my fingertips to my toes.
We stay connected for a moment, the only sound our ragged breathing. When he finally pulls out, I feel his cum leak out of me, dripping onto the desk below. I can’t believe I just let a stranger come inside me.
Tony tucks himself away and zips up his pants, looking remarkably composed for someone who just fucked me senseless. He extends a hand to help me up. My legs shake so badly I stumble into his chest.
“Easy there,” he says, steadying me with hands on my waist.
He retrieves my dress and bra from the floor and hands it to me. “Get dressed.”
I move to grab my panties, but he stops me. “Your panties stay here.”
Fuck, that’s hot.
I put my bra on and slip the dress over my head. My body hums with satisfaction, and my mind is a whirlwind of emotions. I can’t believe I just fucked someone.
“Are you going to be okay driving home?”
I blink at him to clear the fog of lust. “Yes.”
He walks me to the door. “Thank you for an enjoyable time.”
I’ve never fucked someone and just left. This feels oddly wrong, yet I know Robert is waiting for me.
He opens the door and kisses me softly. When we break apart, I whisper, “Goodbye.”
As I walk to the elevator, my dress clinging to my still-sensitive skin, I feel his eyes following me.
I stop in the restroom downstairs. As I clean up, I catch my reflection in the mirror. My mascara is smudged, my lips swollen, my hair a tangled mess. A purple mark blooms on my collarbone, the size of a man’s mouth. I trace it with my fingertip, and my breath catches as the tender skin responds.
I look like a woman who just got thoroughly fucked in a casino office. And I’ve never felt more alive.
My phone vibrates in my purse as soon as I slide into the car. It’s Robert.
ROBERT:
Having fun?
My lips curve into a smile as I type my response.
SHANNON:
You have no idea. I have so much to tell you. I’m in the car and will be there soon.
I drop the phone on the passenger seat. It’s time to go home and find out how much my husband wanted this.