Chapter 28
Blake
Tracy shivers in front of me, her entire body practically vibrating as I grind my straining dick into her ass. Her black dress is pulled up and bunched around her waist, the thin straps of her panties stretched across her sexy as fuck curves.
She’s the perfect combination of fit and curvy, and it drives me wild.
I seriously consider just tearing her panties off and fucking her right now so I can watch that ass wave as I pound into her from behind.
She’d have no choice but to take it, completely at my mercy with her arms tied to my desk, holding her hostage for me to do whatever I want to her.
But she’ll have to wait a little longer for my dick.
This is supposed to be a punishment for the shit she pulled yesterday, though judging by the way she’s trying to press her ass into me right now, she’s getting off on it just as much as I am. I’ll have her cunt absolutely dripping with need by the time I’m through with her.
“Blake,” she all but moans, and fuck does my name coming out of her mouth like that do something to me.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” I grip her ass, spreading her cheeks as I grind into her, her sorry excuse for underwear doing little to cover her cunt and that perfect, pink asshole.
“What are you going to do?” She wiggles her hips, or she tries to the best she can in her current position.
I open the top desk drawer and pull out a wooden ruler. She stills when I set it on the desk within her range of sight.
Stepping to the side, I lean over the desk so she can see me, and trail my hand down her ass and between her legs.
“I’m going to get this pussy nice and wet,” I tell her, running my fingers down the length of her.
Her panties are already getting damp, and my dick twitches at the idea of taking her right now.
Reeling in my self-control, I drag my fingers to her clit, rubbing it over the material of her thong.
“And when you’re a sloppy, soaking wet mess for me, I’m going to show you what happens when you don’t follow my rules.
I’m going to punish your ass, and you’re not going to fight.
You’re not going to say a single goddamn word as you lie here and take it.
And if you can do that for me, if you can show me that you can be a good girl, I’ll reconsider letting you come. ”
She whimpers, arching her back and tilting her hips as she tries to rub herself against my fingers. I pull my hand away, taking away the friction she’s so desperately trying to get, and she groans in frustration, a little divot forming between her brows.
I lean forward and kiss it. “Now be a good girl for me,” I murmur against her forehead, then stand behind her and kick her feet apart. “Spread them more.”
She shuffles in her heels, spreading her legs as much as she can in her bent over, stretched out position.
“So good for me,” I tell her, and she sinks into the praise, her body relaxing onto the desk as I run my hands over her ass. Her compliance is just as much of a turn on as her fight, and I fucking hate it.
I hate that no matter what she does, I’m drawn to her. That she can just turn my entire life upside down, and still I can’t get enough of her. That she can upend my entire business, and I want nothing more than to worship at her feet, begging her for a taste of the sweet nectar between her thighs.
I drop to my knees behind her and grab onto the thin straps of her thong, tugging it down her legs. “Lift,” I command, grabbing her ankle and helping her step out of her panties, then shoving them into my pocket.
Her pussy beckons me, glistening right in front of my face, pink and wet and so goddamn delectable. My dick jerks in my pants, desperate to finally, fucking finally, be inside her.
“Look at you.” I run my fingers through her slick folds, tracing every inch before moving back to her clit and rubbing small, slow circles around it. “This cunt is so fucking pretty. Already wet for me, like such a good little whore. Careful, or I might start thinking you like me.”
“Fuck you, Blake,” she says, but there’s no fight behind her words, and when I run my fingers up to her entrance, she groans.
I tease her, circling and exploring, dragging my fingers up and down her pussy, from her clit to her pretty hole over and over again until she’s absolutely drenched.
And then, I give in.
My mouth lands on her cunt, and I drag my tongue along the length of her, lapping her up like she’s my last meal. When I reach her clit, I circle it with my tongue, gently sucking until she’s bucking her hips back into my face.
“So good,” I murmur against her. “Grind this pussy against my face like the needy whore you are.”
She doesn’t object, grinding into my face, my tongue, like she needs this just as badly as I do. I grip her thighs, holding her tight against me as she pushes herself back onto me, and I eat her with abandon, like it’s the last chance I’ll ever get. But when I feel her start to quiver, I pull away.
“No,” she whines at the loss of contact. “Don’t stop.”
I reach around to pinch her clit, and she whimpers. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her voice raspy and so fucking sexy. “Please, let me come.”
“Then don’t move.” I grab the ruler from beside her and bring it down across her ass cheek, the contact of the wood against her skin a loud snap.
“Ouch!” she shrieks, and I palm her reddening flesh, running my hand over it to soothe the sting away.
“Shhh,” I hush her, then bring the ruler down again on her other cheek, the skin blooming into such a pretty pink color.
“Blake, stop. That fucking hurts,” she says, wigging against the restraints around her wrists.
I set the ruler aside and lean forward onto the desk again, facing her. Her gorgeous blue eyes meet mine, and I can see the conflicting emotions in them. I can see how much she loves and hates this.
“You can take it,” I tell her, running my hand through her hair until she relaxes again.
She lets out a harsh breath and closes her eyes. When a tear leaks out onto the desk, I dip my hand between her legs again and find her clit, rubbing circles around it until she’s whimpering from the pleasure and forgetting about the pain.
“There,” I murmur, and bring my lips to her temple. “That’s it. Relax again for me, sweetheart.”
When she starts to move her hips again, I pull my fingers away from her clit and slide two of them inside her pussy, holding them in place as she moans.
“So good for me.” I pump my fingers in and out. “Can you take more?”
She nods, her cheek sliding against the desk, and I can’t help but smirk at her.
“Open your eyes,” I tell her as I slip another finger in, the feeling of her tight cunt gripping me about enough to send me over the edge.
“I want you to see who’s making you feel so good right now.
I want you to remember that it was my fingers that brought you to the edge again.
I want you to see my face when you close your eyes and pleasure yourself tonight.
” I pull my fingers from her cunt and grab the ruler again. “Because you won’t be coming here.”
That spark of hatred returns to her eyes just as I bring the ruler down, and she lets out a grunt. Moving behind her, I bring the ruler down again. And again. And again. Until Tracy is sobbing into the desk, her hair stuck to her face and her makeup running down her cheeks.
“Please, Blake,” she cries, her breath shaky. Her knees wobble, and if it weren’t for the ropes holding her in place, she’d sink to the floor.
I toss the ruler aside and bring my fingers to her cunt, sliding three of them back into her tight, wet heat. “Please, what?” I ask, pumping my fingers in and out. “Please spank you again?” I curl my fingers against her front wall, and I feel her pussy start to contract. “Please let you come?”
She’s close, so I pull my fingers out again, and she cries out.
“Tell me what you want, Trace, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”
“Fuck me,” she rasps, “Please, fuck me.”
I don’t have to be told twice. I undo my belt, open my pants and free my dick, then line myself up at her entrance.
“Don’t come,” I tell her, running my dick over her sloppy, dripping cunt. “If you ever want a client again, you won’t fucking come.”
She cranes her neck, trying to look back at me. “What? No, Blake, wait—”
I slam into her in one hard thrust.
“Fuck.” I grip her hips and hold myself buried deep inside her, her warmth enveloping me and welcoming me home.
“Blake, please, stop,” she whimpers.
I dig my fingers into her hips. “Do you want me to stop because you don’t want me to fuck you?
Or do you want me to stop because I said you can’t come?
” If she doesn’t want this, I’ll stop. I’d never force her.
But if she’s telling me to stop because she’s being a brat about not getting to come, she’s about to get a cruel reminder of what happens when you fuck with me.
I slowly pull my hips away and thrust back in, her pussy unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. “Which is it, Trace?”
“Please, let me come,” she begs, and pushes her hips back into me. “Fuck me and let me come. I promise I’ll be good.” She wiggles her ass, and I have to grind my teeth to keep myself from tearing through her cunt. “I promise I’ll be your good little whore.”
“Mmmm,” I hum. “The last time I trusted you, you left me tied to my goddamn chair. So, no, Trace. You don’t get to come.”
“But—”
“No,” I cut her off. “Now shut the fuck up and let me enjoy this cunt.”
I set a quick pace, unable to hold myself back any longer, the feel of her soaking wet pussy too good to bother with taking my time.
Next time, I’ll savor her. Next time, I’ll have her screaming out my name in pure ecstasy.
But right now? This is about teaching Tracy that she only gets pleasure when she behaves.
My balls swing as I slam into her over and over again, and when she starts moaning, I reach up, fisting her hair and tugging her head back as I continue my assault on her pussy.