Chapter 23
Sasha
My palms are sweaty against the desk. Who the hell has a ruler anymore? Though the second I saw it, I felt a gush.
Now he’s up from his chair. He flips my skirt up over my back. His fingers are in the waistband of my panties. He snaps the elastic but leaves them in place.
His hand pats my bottom. Goosebumps rise on my flesh. “Pretty panties,” he says, making me blush hotter than I already am.
I shift my weight to my other foot. I say, “You should like them—you picked them out after all. If you ask me I think I look better in black—”
Snap! The ruler comes down across my ass, leaving a stinging line. It makes my pussy clench. He says, “No one asked you.”
I want to roll my eyes. But inside I’m smiling.
I adore letting him pick out my clothes when I am in the mood to play his good girl—right down to my underthings.
I love the way his eyes light up when I choose to walk into the room wearing his latest purchase.
The ritual makes me feel feminine and soft, not because I cannot dress myself, but because I like giving him that piece of control.
I never knew what to wear anyway. The girls always joked my uniform was black spandex.
I forget the stinging in my ass, because now, he’s behind me, pressing up against my legs.
His big hand reaches around and slides down my button-down shirt.
It’s hanging and gaping the way I’m lying over the desk and he has easy access to my breasts.
He takes one in his hand and squeezes. His fingers dip into the cup of the fabric.
He takes my nipple in between his fingers and pinches, hard.
Just as I’m about to protest, the ruler comes down with a sharp whack. The stinging sends me up on the tips of my ballet-slippered feet.
“Am I… are you… is this my punishment?” I squeak. If it is, it hurts so good. My pussy is throbbing and wet. I want him between my legs, rubbing all the tension away with his cock.
He laughs.
His hand finds my other breast… my other nipple. He pinches that one, too, making a matching pulsation of pain and desire. The ruler comes down again, and I squeal. He says, “Punishment? I’m just having fun.”
I swallow hard. Twice.
He cups my breast and squeezes it until I’m whimpering. He says, “Do you really think you’d be getting away with your escapade with a few little smacks of a ruler on a panty-covered bottom?”
He’s behind me, leaning over my back, his chest brushing me as his mouth finds my ear.
His voice is thick with desire, domination as he says, “No, my dear girl. Your punishment will be much, much worse than that.” His hand reaches down, around my side, finding my waist. Dipping into the front of my panties.
Parting my slick folds and rubbing my swollen bud.
Warm, wet release begins to melt in my core.
I spread my legs. My head lolls back. My eyes closing.
He leaves my clit. Disappointment fills me.
He’s tugging at my panties, pulling them down. Over my hips, over my bottom. Leaving them stretched out around my thighs. The tight elastic digs into my flesh.
His hand is back. I give a sigh of relief to feel him on my begging, aching sex. A big finger slides within my pussy.
I’m panting, my fingertips clenching at the desk. There’s nothing to grab. I release a moan of pent-up frustration as his finger thrusts within me.
Once. Only once.
Then it’s gone.
And I know exactly where it’s heading.
I try to stay quiet but despite my best efforts, a mewing noise escapes my lips.
One gentle push and he’s in my ass.
Plunging and stretching.
Milking the shame from me. Drawing the flush from my cheeks to between my legs.
My head bows, my fingers stretching out and spreading against the smooth wood as I focus on his words.
I feel his unshaven stubble brush against my cheek. His breath is hot in my ear. He says, “Baby girl, it’s my job to make sure that you understand something. You are never,” the intruder pushes further in and I gasp, “ever,” another shove and he’s impossibly far inside, “to leave me again.”
Now his finger is deep within my bottom. He curves the rest of his hand so that it is cupping what he can grab of my ass. Squeezing possessively as I rise further on my toes. My hipbones press against the hard edge of the desk.
“Yes, sir! I promise it won’t happen again.”
“I know. Because I’m going to punish you until you know you’re mine. Forever.”
My knees are shaky as he pulls my panties down my legs and drops them onto the floor. “But now, I’m going to take you over my desk. So every time I sit down to do my work, I’ll think of my wife’s sweet little cunny.”
Before I can speak, I feel him duck down behind me. I peek over my shoulder and find him kneeling on the floor. I turn back around and squeeze my eyes shut as I feel his fingers parting my ass.
His face is suddenly behind, buried between my legs, his hot breath caressing my sex.
Then his mouth is sucking on my pussy. Hot and wet.
I cry out and spread my legs further. Press my chest down harder onto the desk, stretching my upper body out as far as possible.
I stand higher on my toes, giving him easier access to pleasure me.
I think I’m going to come.
I whine as his mouth caresses my pussy from behind. His tongue is darting within me. His hands are clutching my ass cheeks, holding them apart. He’s licking and sucking, and my mind goes blank. I can think of nothing but the bruising of my flesh where he’s grabbing me and his hot, wet mouth on me.
I feel the orgasm beginning in my core. Tightening—
He’s gone.
I cry out in protest. I hear the squeak of the wheels of his desk chair. He drops down into the seat.
His hands are back on my hips. I feel him roll up close behind me. Then the head of his massive cock is teasing the entrance of my wanting pussy.
He pulls me toward him and the chair rolls forward. Plunging his cock into me. My eyes roll into the back of my head. My mouth drops open in a silent moan.
Then he’s doing it again. Faster now. With his hands holding me tight, he’s rolling back and forth, back and forth. His cock shooting deep within my pussy with each lunge. Hitting that special spot that makes my knees weak with every thrust.
With each penetration, I let out a breathy groan of pleasure. My head is woozy, my legs trembling. My pussy constricts, tensing around his cock every time.
With the freedom of the wheels, he’s able to move faster, pound harder. Having him behind me is giving him full access to my G-spot. Within minutes, I’m crying out, dying to come. The tension is unbearable. I think I’ll go crazy. But then one more thrust and—
“Sweet mother of the gods!” I scream, slapping my opened palm against the wood. I shudder, tremble. Sweat breaks out on my forehead and my mind blanks as I come in a fiery surge. His cock is pumping and releasing. He’s coming inside of me and his hot seed runs down my leg.
I collapse against the desk. My eyes close. My breathing begins to slow.
My muscles begin to relax. My pussy warm and tingling with satisfaction. His hands are rubbing soft circles around my lower back.
But all I can think is, how the hell am I going to get through the rest of the day?
I’m still in so much trouble.