Page 69 of In His Office

“You want me to punish you, don’t you?”

I didn’t want to say it, but a ‘yes” slipped free from my lips before I knew I had spoken out loud.

“Hold on, pretty girl. This is going to hurt,” he said darkly, and I gripped the edge of the desk a bit more firmly. Knowing I’d asked for this, I raised my bottom a little higher, almost like I was seeking out the belt before it lashed me again, this time more viciously than any of the others.

It took my breath away from the very start.

The next blow landed, and then the next, and the next, and then the one after that. They came down so fast and hard, one right after the other, and I could barely breathe.

I lost myself in the rise and fall of the belt, and then something happened. I began to soar.

The pain, the pleasure, the intensity of everything, all of it blended together, and a rush of energy pulsed through me.

My body started to shake, the sensations overwhelming, the pain mixing with the pleasure, the sting of the leather morphing into something far more intense.

In a rush, his fingers slid between my thighs and brushed over the top of my clit, and I fell apart. An orgasm ripped through me. I was so lost in the haze that I could barely breathe. Tears welled in my eyes and leaked down my cheeks.

I didn’t know if the tears falling were from the pain or the intensity, but as the spasms rocked me, I realized it was both. Waves of heat rolled through me like a hurricane, bands of pleasure pelting me over and over until I came completely undone.

When it was over, I was a quivering, shaking mess, gasping for air.

He didn’t touch me right away. Instead, he waited until the aftershocks subsided, and the trembling in my limbs lessened.

“You deserve more than just a hard belting, don’t you, my needy little slut?”

His words were like a cool glass of water, and I couldn’t swallow them down fast enough. His fingers trailed across the welts that marked my ass, almost like he was admiring each and every one, and I shivered, the aftereffects of my orgasm beginning to fade only to be replaced by a more vicious raw need.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

He moved towards the edge of the desk, and I heard his zipper slowly slide down. A moment later, the hard, thick length of his cock sprang free and rested against my thigh.

He leaned over me, the heat from his body searing my already scalded flesh.

“Tell me what you need,” he coaxed, and I shivered there against the desk, my ass on fire and my pussy screaming for more.

I knew what I wanted, but even worse, I knew that he wanted it too.

My asshole clenched knowingly, almost like it was anticipating his cock, and my core surged with arousal.

I didn’t want to need this.

But I didn’t have a choice.

“I need…” I began.

“You can do it, my good little slut,” he praised, and all of a sudden, his words made my own roll off my tongue.

“I need you to fuck my bottom,” I managed, and he chuckled darkly.

“I’ve known you’ve needed this for a long time.”

My fingers tightened along the edge of the desk as he grasped my ass and spread my cheeks wide open. I cried out, embarrassed and ashamed and impossibly needy.

I did need this.

I needed to know what it was like.

And even though I hated him for knowing it too, I also couldn’t deny that his knowledge turned me on even more.

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