Page 41 of In His Office

My clit throbbed with blatant arousal at the thought, and there was no part of me that knew what to do with that information.

“This big, beautiful ass is going to be bright red by the time I’m through with it, naughty girl,” he murmured, and he punctuated each word with a hard spank. I struggled, kicking my feet outward, putting all my weight on the desk, and then he really lit into me.

By the time he finally slowed down, every inch of my ass was on fire, and I simply couldn’t focus on anything other than the stinging pain and the thrumming need between my thighs.

“This needy little pussy is soaking wet,” he observed, and my wail of shame echoed throughout the room. “Do I need to spank you harder?”

“Sir,” I whined.

He slapped my ass viciously hard several times, but each one shot a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit. Then he reached between my thighs and placed three stinging swats directly on top of my clit.

I was so turned on that I nearly climaxed right then and there.

I didn’t know why the next words came out of my mouth, but they had already fallen off my lips before I could stop them.

“Please fuck me, sir.”

“Do you think you deserve my cock, my naughty little slut?”

“Yes!” I whispered, my voice rasping with my need.

“I don’t think this ass is nearly red enough yet,” he murmured.

Then his hand bit into my ass, over and over again, so ruthlessly hard that it took my breath away from the start. My panic roiled through me as the sting overwhelmed me. Nothing else mattered but his hand and my bare cheeks.

“I love the way your ass clenches every time I spank you, the way you writhe and moan and pretend that this needy little pussy isn’t the reason you’re bent over my desk with your panties around your knees,” he said, and my cheeks flushed hot.

I hated that he was right.

“Please give me your cock, sir,” I wailed.

“Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered.

“Then you’re going to get spanked like one.”

Just when I thought the spanking couldn’t get any harder, it did. I writhed and moaned and cried out with every firm smack, but by the time it was finally over, I was breathless with need.

“Stand up,” he directed.

I did as I was told, biting my lip nervously. What would he do next? Would he fuck my mouth? Would he free his cock and sink into me with a single thrust?

He did none of those things. Instead, he sat down at his desk, opened his email, and started to type something on his keyboard. I stood there for a moment, confused, with my dress still bunched up around my hips and my panties around my knees.

“Sir?” I asked.

“I have a lot of work to do, little girl,” he murmured, and I stood there, feeling needy and more than a little dumbfounded.

He glanced at me and then back to his computer screen. I fidgeted with my sleeve for a long moment, my confusion quickly turning to annoyance. In a rush, I knelt down and pulled my panties back up before I yanked my dress back into place.

My pussy pulsed with incredible need. I lifted my chin with a huff.

What was his deal? Was he drawing out my need? Teasing me? Making me beg for his cock?

Well, fuck him.

Two could play that game.

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