Each strike pulls a soft cry from my throat. I’m dripping, aching, utterly exposed to him.
When he counts to ten, he smooths his palm over the heated skin, almost soothing, then brings his fingers to my soaked crotch.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction. “Enjoying your punishment way too much. My wife is such a dirty little girl.”
I whimper, pressing back against his hand, desperate for more.
His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties and slowly slide them to the side, exposing me completely. Cool air brushes against my soaked folds, making me shiver.
He runs two thick fingers along my seam, spreading my wetness from my clit all the way back. The slow, deliberate stroke makes my thighs tremble.
I whimper, pushing back against his hand, desperate for more friction.
“So fucking wet,” he murmurs, voice dark with approval. “Look at this greedy little pussy dripping for me. You really are enjoying your punishment, aren’t you?”
Without warning, his palm comes down in a sharp slap right against my pussy. The wet sound echoes in the study, and a jolt of sharp pleasure shoots through me. I cry out, my knees buckling slightly.
“Maxim…”
“You’ve been such a bad girl,” he growls, slapping my pussy again, harder this time. “Disobeying me. Sneaking into my office when I told you not to, and eavesdropping on me.”
Each slap sends sparks racing up my spine. The sting mixes with overwhelming pleasure until I’m moaning shamelessly, hips rocking back, chasing his hand.
I’m so wet that every slap makes an obscene sound that should embarrass me, but only makes me wetter.
“You know you’ve been bad, don’t you?” he asks, rubbing slow circles over my throbbing clit.
“Yes,” I gasp. “I’ve been bad… I deserve to be punished.”
“That’s right.” His voice is pure sin. “Hold still for me, baby. Don’t you dare move.”
I hear the sound of his zipper lowering. My heart hammers wildly. Then the heavy, hot weight of his cock slaps against my soaked pussy once, twice, three times, teasing me mercilessly. I’m trembling, barely holding my position.
He grips my hips and finally pushes inside me in one long, deep thrust.
I gasp sharply at the sudden stretch, the way he fills me so completely. He feels even bigger from this angle, pressing against every sensitive spot inside me.
He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He starts slamming into me hard, deep, relentless strokes that make my breasts bounce and my moans turn into broken cries.
“Oh god. Maxim!”
“Fuck, this tight cunt is sucking me in,” he groans, his voice rough. “So fucking wet and hot. You were made to take my cock like this, weren’t you? Bent over like a naughty little wife getting punished.”
“Yes! Yes!”
He keeps a brutal pace, one hand fisted in my hair while the other grips my hip hard enough to bruise. Every thrust hits so deep I see stars.
He brings me right to the edge, my walls fluttering around him, then suddenly stops moving, buried to the hilt. I cry out in frustration, trying to push back, but he holds me still.
“Please,” I sob. “I need to come…”
“Naughty girls don't deserve to come,” he taunts, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in torturously slow.
He does this again and again, bringing me right to the brink, then stopping, leaving me aching and empty. Tears of desperate need spill down my cheeks.
On the final time, when I’m shaking and right on the edge, I scream his name.
“Maxim, please—I can’t?—”
