Page 24 of In His Office

I hated to think about how I was going to look when I tried to walk out of here.

I didn’t even know how that was going to be possible at this point.

All of a sudden, he squeezed my left breast before he grasped my nipple and twisted it hard. I cried out as a torrent of agony radiated across my breast, trying to take it while struggling at the same time. My back arched and I tried to wrench myself away, which only succeeded in him pulling on my erect bud even harder. When he finally released it, a secondary wave of pain followed, and I yelped out loud at the intensity of it.

Then the flats of his fingers settled directly over the tip. Without warning, he spanked my tit, and I whimpered, delicious, aroused panic setting in before I could stop it. He spanked my nipple three times in quick succession, and my eyes watered, only for him to turn to the other side and pinch it just as hard, if not harder.

I shrieked, but that didn’t stop him.

With my luck, his office was probably soundproof. No one was going to come and save me. This was his building, his company. Not only was he everyone else’s boss, but he was mine too.

He spanked my tits with several quick strikes, moving between one and then the other now and painting both of them bright pink. I struggled to take it, but he wasn’t giving me a choice.

What was worse was the sheer amount of arousal dripping down my leg. I was so turned on that I could hardly stand it. Blazing heat spiraled through my veins, and before I knew what was happening, I was arching my back and seeking out every firm smack of his fingers.

Every stinging spank sent a jolt of need straight to my clit.

“I fucking love how your tits look like this,” he murmured, and my legs instantly felt weak.

“Please, sir,” I begged.

“I want these tits bright red and sore before I bend you over my desk and give you what you truly need, my little whore,” he continued, and I gasped.

His words were filthy, but they were so undeniably hot.

I should hate them, but I couldn’t.

Not when he said them like that…

He renewed the spanking, and with every slap, my breasts turned pinker, my nipples harder, until I glanced down to see that my pale white skin was a deep rosy red. Stinging pain radiated across my breasts, and I drew in a shaky breath.

As the ache simmered across my flesh, rampant desire coursed through my veins. I shivered with heat.

Every inch of my skin seemed to blaze with a fire that had been ignited by his touch, his voice, his sheer proximity. Each breath I drew scorched my lungs.

The desire building within me was becoming more intense, more demanding. It was a sensation I had never experienced with such ferocity ever in my life. My thoughts were consumed by him—the depth in his eyes, the strength in his hands, the commanding presence he exuded. It was overwhelming, this longing that seemed to grow with each passing second.

I tried to focus, to regain some semblance of control over the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. But it was futile. The more I tried to suppress the desire, the stronger it became.

And then I stopped trying.

I just gave in.

“Spread your legs, my little slut,” he demanded, and my body moved without thought. With my chest heaving and my breasts still sore, I didn’t know what came next, but I wanted to find out. His sheer dominance was overwhelming, demanding my every surrender, and I couldn’t help but give it.

I wanted this, and I wanted it badly.

“What are you?” he coaxed, and my tongue drew forward, licking my lips. I shivered, my need causing a quiver to race down my spine. I cleared my throat and lifted my chin, my clit thrumming with desire.

“Your little slut,” I whispered, the words feeling filthy as each syllable fell off my tongue.

“That’s right,” he growled. His arm tightened around mine, and his free arm trailed down the length of my exposed belly all the way to the top of my slit. I shivered, but then his fingers slid in between my folds and instantly settled on top of my clit.

“Now, you’re going to come for me like one, with your well-spanked tits on display and this wet little cunt clenching around my fingers,” he dictated, and a piercing jolt of desire raced right to my clit.

I wondered if he could feel it throbbing beneath his fingers.

Immediately, my face reddened at the thought. Raw shame billowed up from my core, yet at the same time, my pussy clenched hard.

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