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“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice almost inaudible. I could feel the heaviness of desire in my breasts, the tightening of my nipples in my bra and the throbbing of my arousal between my legs.
He leaned forward and growled in my ear. I moaned out loud at the sound.
“I said I was going to fuck you, didn’t I?” he whispered.
“Yes, sir,” I gasped.
“I’ve changed my mind. I’m going to wait. I’m going to wait for our wedding night to take you for the very first time,” he announced, and I cried out, my hips shamefully jerking against his cock.
“Please,” I begged before I could stop the word from falling off my lips.
I was so aroused. So angry. So terrified. So incredibly needy.
“Do you think you deserve to come for me, little girl?” he asked.
A strangled whine of need escaped my lips.
“You walked in here a proud businesswoman, but here you are bent over my desk with your bare bottom on display, bright red and marked from my belt, with your soaking wet pussy pressed against my cock,” he added.
I clamped my mouth shut, afraid that I might beg him to fuck me.
“Do you think you’ve been taught a lesson about your place, my pretty bride?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered anxiously. My pussy tightened down hard, and my clit pulsed endlessly. Would he deny me this after what he’d done?
He leaned upward, lazily stroking my clit with the shaft of his cock. I whimpered, the sound something between a cry and a moan.
“I don’t think so, Zoe. I think there’s one more thing you need to learn as my bride,” he mused.
I stilled nervously. I was missing something, and I wasn’t quite sure what. Did he want to put me over his knee? Would he thrash me more with his belt?
His movements became more persistent. Harder. A bit faster. Like he was forcing me to orgasm, and somewhere deep inside me I hoped that he would. All of my focus was quickly consumed by the needy bud between my thighs, and I cried out with need. My cries became deeper, more desperate, wanting, and I tried not to think about how it sounded. Instead, I just felt what I was meant to feel.
My pleasure built, intensifying with every passing second. At first, I tried to fight it, but the way his cock was stroking my clit was masterful. It was thick and hard, and my arousal made his movements slick against me. Soon enough, I was writhing beneath him, riding his cock as he continued to stroke me with it, taking what he gave me because it felt so impossibly good.
My core twisted hard, and my thighs quivered just the slightest bit. I wanted to fight the pleasure that was swirling within me, but I knew it was a losing battle. If this continued for much longer, I was going to orgasm on top of his cock. To be honest, right now I was desperate enough to want to.
I keened. I was so close.
“Please. I’m going to come, sir,” I pleaded. I moaned, my breath hitching in the back of my throat, and then all at once he pulled away from me.
The painful edge of denial was sharp. He’d forced me right to the cusp of orgasm and taken away his touch at the last second. My core twisted in on itself, feeling as though the stinging pricks of barbed wire were digging into me, and I gasped out loud, the sound harsh.
“No!” I cried.
“Perhaps it would be more effective to teach you your place by leaving you desperately wet and needy for my cock, knowing you’ll have to wait to earn it until our wedding night,” he murmured, and my pussy nearly convulsed at his words.
I heard the sound of his zipper behind me, followed by the sound of the threading of his belt. I was too embarrassed to stand just yet, not that I was sure I would even be able to. My legs felt like jelly, but most of all I didn’t want him to see the heated blush that was all over my face.
His touch glanced along my hip, and I could feel his eyes on me once more. He reached between my legs and captured my clit in his fingers.
“You will not touch yourself after I leave the room, my pretty bride. I want this pussy wet and needy for when I fuck it hard tonight,” he warned, and with that he pinched my clit hard. Already impossibly sensitive, his punishing fingers sent a hard and painful message. He expected obedience from me. I’m not sure what he would do if I disobeyed him, but I was sure that it would hurt. When he finally released my clit, I breathed a sigh of relief as the pain slowly receded, but a gentle ache remained.
I wouldn’t forget that warning.
His hand fell away from my body, and I watched him walk around the desk. He walked down the hall, turned the corner, and I heard the sliding door after that.
Chapter 3
