Chapter 23
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“That was a very bad thing to do.” I pulled my belt free from my pants in one fluid motion. “You know what happens to bad girls.”
The way her bottom lip quivered as I took off my belt made my cock swell, and her eyes filled with tears as she looked around, trying to find her escape.
There was no escape for her.
There would never be an escape for her, but I liked that she still had hope.
“No, please,” she said as I laid the belt across the desk.
“Bad girls get punished. Spanking clearly doesn’t work, so let’s find out what will.”
With one swift movement, I lunged across the desk and grabbed Stella by the throat, holding her still, not letting my baby girl run.
“No, I’ll be good,” she whined as she tried to pry my fingers from her throat.
Careful not to squeeze too tightly, I moved around the desk, holding her in place.
“Oh, I have no doubt you will be very good. Get on your knees,” I said when I stood in front of her, releasing her throat.
“What?” She looked at me, eyes wide as I threw my belt down on the desk, letting her know I wasn’t going to use it on her but keeping it close in case that plan changed.
“You want to be behind my desk, fine.” I unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my fly. “I’m going to show you what you should be doing when you’re in here. Down. On. Your. Knees.”
Her eyes held this incredible combination of hatred and just a little bit of desire with a touch of fear. Her eyes were so expressive.
I always knew what she was thinking and what she was feeling.
Stella sank her teeth into her bottom lip as she stared at the floor before lowering herself down.
This girl was going to be the end of me. She sank down to her knees, and I took my already hard cock out.
“Show me how good of a girl you can be,” I said, placing the head of my cock on her full lips. “Open,” I demanded.
Her soft, pink, glossy lips slowly opened while her brilliant eyes flicked up, staring up at me. Her cute little pink tongue quickly darted out and licked the tip of my cock.
I didn’t think she’d even meant to do it. Instinct was taking over.
She may be fighting her desire for me, stuck with the images of what she thought she wanted, but her body was already so in tune with my needs.
Stella could fight it all she wanted.
I even enjoyed the challenge, but soon, she would figure out it was too late.
She was mine—her money, her property, her body, and her soul. Everything she thought was hers was mine, and I had no intention of giving up my claim.
Her lips stayed parted just slightly, and her warm, damp breath felt amazing, but I wasn’t here to let her tease me.
I was here to punish her.
I slid my hands through her silky hair, tilting her head up just slightly before I gripped her hair by the roots and forced my cock to the back of her throat.
“Take it, take it all,” I told her as she struggled. “Just relax and take it.”
Tears pooled in the corner of her eyes, one escaping and making a trail down her heart-shaped face.
When it looked like she was struggling to control her gag reflex, I pulled her off my cock, and let her catch her breath while running my hand through her silky locks, soothing her.
She choked, coughing and gagging, and I gave her a moment to regain her composure.
Without letting go of her hair, I sat down in my leather office chair, and as soon as she had gathered herself enough, I guided her head back to my cock.
“Suck it like a good girl, and I won’t have to choke you with it. But if you misbehave, I will fuck your pretty mouth until your lips are bruised, and your throat is sore. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she said before leaning down and taking my cock between her lips.
She sucked me so sweetly at first, only taking the head in her mouth. Her movements were hesitant and delicate at best, but I gave her a moment to get used to the new feeling. I usually was not a patient man, but as she was tasting my cock, her sweet little cunt was getting wet for me.
It was much harder to deny how much she wanted me when her mouth was stuffed with my cock, and her cunt dripped for me. Still, this was supposed to be a punishment.
I grabbed her hair again and pushed her down, forcing my shaft to the back of her throat. I held her there for a long moment before pulling her back up to the head.
Again, I pushed her back down, and she, like the natural little submissive slut she was, took to cock sucking like a pro.
She kept her lips sealed tightly with the perfect suction. Her mouth almost felt as good as her cunt, so tight, hot, wet, and willing.
If I wasn’t careful, this wasn’t going to be a punishment at all. If she wanted to get on her knees and suck my cock like a good girl, then she could earn it.
Tightening my grip in her hair, I pulled her off of me and to her feet. She stared at my hard cock sticking out proudly from my pants as I ripped open her shirt and groped her perfectly firm and perky breasts.
Jesus, most women had to pay for tits this exquisitely shaped, but even the most talented surgeon couldn’t make silicon feel like this—the perfect balance of fitness and give.
Her eyes were still on my cock, making it stand taller, prouder.
“Take off your panties, then lie on the desk. With your head hanging over the edge.”
“What?” she asked, her eyes getting big, and she almost looked scared.
“You’re enjoying the taste of my cock too much. This is a punishment. I’ll let you take your time licking my cock like candy when you have earned it. For now, I am going to fuck your pretty face while I spank your naughty little cunt until you learn your fucking place.”
“I’ll be good, please.” Tears filled her eyes, but she also pressed her thighs together.
The dirty girl wanted it.
I just knew she was wet and aching. She was going to stay that way, constantly on edge and desperate for my cock until I decided to let her have it.
By the end of the year, I would have Stella’s body trained to be wet and aching for me every time she saw me.
Every single one of my conquests, every single success, would be celebrated with her mouth around my cock, before she rode me like the thoroughbred she was. The frustration of every setback would be taken out on her pussy, with me fucking my anger out on her perfect body.
Hell, every dull, pointless meeting that should have been a fucking e-mail my assistant read would be tolerated by having her under my desk, her mouth keeping my cock warm until I had the time to fuck her.
All I had to do was break her first.
“Desk now, or I use the belt.” It was an idle threat, but she didn’t need to know that.
Stella hung her head low and nodded before reaching under her skirt and sliding down her pink lace panties, and I made a mental note to give her a separate allowance for lingerie.
Maybe I would just open an account at a store and let her go wild, spending as much money as she could on things I could rip from her body.
Once her panties were in a small pile on my floor, the middle clearly a little damp, she hopped up on the desk and got into the position I’d asked for, her head hanging off the table at the perfect height.
I pulled her bra down so it pushed her tits up like they were being offered to me, then flipped her skirt up, exposing her bare and already glistening pussy lips.
I had no idea how I was ever going to work at this desk again without a raging hard-on. This view was worth the distraction.
I lined my cock up with her mouth and pushed my cock to the back of her throat. I held myself there for a moment, trying to clear my mind and not fill her mouth too early. The key to making any punishment effective was making sure it lasted.
Pulling out of her throat was almost painful, so I slammed back in, followed by a few more hard, slow thrusts, getting her used to the sensation of my cock down her throat and my sack smacking into her face.
Stella was being an exceptionally good girl.
Her hands stayed flat on the desk even as I made my thrusts a little less deep and picked up the speed. I made sure to take my cock out of her mouth every few thrusts to let her greedily gulp down some air before thrusting back in.
Stella wasn’t just lying there taking her punishment.
She was actively sucking at my cock, using her tongue to create more pressure, more friction. Just when I was starting to wonder if maybe she liked this, her thighs pressed together.
She was getting off on this, on being punished, or maybe it was being used.
I wasn’t sure which, but I fully intended to take advantage of it.
“Part your thighs,” I bit out.
Her knees bent up, but her thighs didn’t part like I’d demanded. I thrust my cock to the very back of her throat, making her swallow it all, and when she struggled, needing to breathe, I backed off, taking my cock from her lips, watching a single, silver strand of spit go from the tip of my cock to her tongue.
“I said part your thighs.” I kept my words low and slow, almost growling them out in a threat.
Her knees were still bent, her feet planted next to each other on my desk, and she slowly opened her knees, exposing the shame she felt.
It wasn’t just that she was exposing the most intimate parts of her body. No, she was exposing her dirty secret.
She was showing me the evidence that confirmed my suspicions.
Stella Deiderich liked it when I fucked her throat.
Her pussy was soaking wet, showing me exactly how much she had craved me. I hadn’t even touched her other than groping her breasts a little. This amount of moisture wasn’t from a little rough tit play. No, this was from the taste of my cock and the feeling of me bending her body to my will.
Breaking her was going to be so much easier than I had anticipated. She pretended to be a ‘good girl,’ she acted like it, even kept her innocence until I took that too. But she really was a slut, desperate to be owned.
I slid my dick back between her lips, and she eagerly sucked me down again just before I landed a sharp little slap to her upper thighs. Her body jolted with each hit, and I liked watching her jump.
Then I slid my fingers between her pussy lips, spreading her juices around. She moaned deep in her throat, sending the most delicious vibrations through my cock to my spine.
I pushed a little deeper into her throat as I slicked her clit and felt the gentle hum around my entire cock this time.
Fuck, this woman really was going to be the death of me. If I let her. I didn’t lose to anyone, especially not some brat lying on my desk swallowing my cock.
I petted her again, and her throat constricted, gripping my cock as more moans traveled from her through to my cock. It became a game in my head, a challenge. I needed to prove that I owned her pleasure and her pain.
Stella was not going to make me come in her tight little throat before I was ready. There was also no way in hell that I was going to come down her throat without making sure she came first.
There was nothing wrong with me taking pleasure from a woman and not returning the favor. If I just had her under my desk, sucking my cock, then that was fine, but the second I touched her dripping wet pussy, the second I gave her pleasure, I became determined to see it to the end.
Most men didn’t care if they left a woman hanging. I, however, refused to start a project and then not see it through.
With one hand pinching her nipples and the other stroking her clit, I kept thrusting into Stella’s mouth. She was sucking me down, and every single flick of my fingers over her tight little bud sent another moan vibrating through my body. It was almost more than I could take.
My balls ached with the need to release, and I had to clench my abs and count in my head. Anything to stop myself from spilling too soon. It wasn’t going to be enough.
She kept moaning, kept humming with her lips so tightly wrapped around me. I was in danger of losing the game.
Then I remembered that I was the one who made the rules. I pulled my cock from her lips as I leaned down and sealed my mouth over her pulsing clit.
I expected her to moan or say something, but instead, her lips wrapped around my balls. She gently sucked and licked, still moaning, sending those damned good vibrations through me.
Fuck, I had never even thought that she would take it upon herself to take care of my balls so sweetly. The way her lips pulled as her tongue teased was too much.
I had to get her back on my cock.
It took me a second to get the angle right again so I could push down her throat far enough that she couldn’t control anything and still lick and suck at her clit.
She wasn’t able to move her lips over my cock, though she tried. I held her there, her neck bent back as I teased and tormented her pussy, my fingers digging into her thighs as her legs squirmed and shook, her moans and cries being absorbed by my cock, sending so much pleasure through my body.
Wild colors danced in front of my closed eyes.
I was so close to coming.
The way she tried to grind her cunt against my face and the way her legs were shaking, I could feel the tremble in her bones as I brought her closer and closer to her orgasm as I tried desperately to hold back my own pleasure.
Sweat broke out over my skin as my abs cramped with how tightly I was holding them. It didn’t matter.
I never minded a little pain on my way to victory.
And with the way the trembling in her thighs increased and the pressure in her throat became almost unbearable, I knew she was close.
I focused my attention on her clit, licking and sucking the little bud until her back arched off the table hard enough that I was forced to let her thighs go as fresh moisture gushed from her.
Seeing her come like that, knowing that she came so quickly and so easily because she was already so turned on from serving me, was the single most gratifying win I had ever had.
I pulled out of her mouth and let her catch her breath for just a moment before guiding her back to her knees on the floor. I didn’t even have to guide her lips towards me.
She leaned forward on her own, her hands on my hips, and swallowed down my cock, taking me as deep as she could.
I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of success and triumph again as she gave me my reward, and then I gave her hers by coming down her throat in an almost violent explosion.
She swallowed as much as she could, and when I finally stopped coming, she sat back on her heels and looked up at me.
Stella was beautiful like this, her lips swollen, her eyes glassy, and a look of awe on her face.
I wasn’t sure if that look was just from the powerful orgasm she’d had, understanding how much she loved making me come, or if she felt the same rush of power that I had when I controlled her orgasm.
Most men in my position didn’t go down on their women. They saw it as an act of service, as something they did for them, and they got nothing out of it.
Those men were fucking stupid and probably terrible lovers.
They didn’t understand the power of holding someone on the precipice, knowing that a single move would send their entire body rocketing into complete bliss. For that moment, you were a god. You held their pleasure, their life, their heart, everything in the balance.
Someone once said that everything is about sex, except for sex.
Sex is about power.
Being able to control your lover’s entire body with just a simple flick of your tongue was power.
You controlled their brain waves, their heart, their ability to breathe, to think, to function, and even their hormones.
Their entire being was in your hands.
Stella had this incredible look of awe and bliss on her face, and I had to wonder if she felt that power too.
I shook the thought from my head. This had not gone to plan. I had caught her in my study, and I had meant to punish her, not teach her how much she would love getting on her knees for me. This should have been painful for her.
She should have been punished severely. Instead, I showed her a new way to control me, and I gave her an orgasm for her trouble.
Fuck.
“Get up, go upstairs, and get changed. We leave in an hour.”
“Changed for what?”
“Excuse me,” I bit out. “Do as you are told.” I reached for my belt again, and she flinched.
The lust in the air fizzled out in a second as she got to her feet and grabbed her underwear. Whatever spell she was under disappeared, and she was back to her bratty self.
“I need to know where we’re going so I know how to dress.”
“We’re going to a polo match.”
“I don’t want to go to a polo match,” she said, covering her chest with her arms.
“Then it’s a damn good thing I wasn’t asking. Isn’t it? Go get changed now, or you will go naked.”