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Somehow I know he would. It would end our time together. I know that too. He would see it as a sign that I was not ready for this. Maybe I’m not but there’s only going to be one way to find out.
Plus there’s a big part of me that is eager to please him. A deep seated part of me that I didn’t even know existed until this moment.
I walk over to the desk and bend over it, placing my hands flat on the wood, looking straight ahead of me.
“Don’t move until I give permission,” he says. “Handle this well and you will be rewarded afterward.”
I gulp, feeling like all the air has left the room. I’m panting so much I might pass out but he calms me with a hand in my lower back. “Relax,” he says. “Breathe slow and steady.”
It’s like when I was trapped in the elevator and he got me out, calmed me down in no time. His voice has a soothing effect on me. My breathing slowly returns to normal.
Once it has, that’s when he slides the ripped portions of my dress to either side of my ass, leaving the rags hanging down. I want to look back at him but I dare not do it.
“Don’t move,” he says, his voice a rumbling warning. “It will be half a dozen as long as you can keep still. Move and I will add more.”
I think of how I must look. The thong I’m in hardly covering anything. He’s staring at my ass. What does he think of it? Of me right now? Why am I letting him do this? Why don’t I say the safe word and end this before I get too deeply mired in it?
He’s a criminal. He’s in the mafia. Sure, he’s handsome. But am I shallow enough to think that nothing else matters?
The questions all fall out of my head when his hand slaps down on my ass. A sharp sting like nothing I’ve ever known before races from my right buttock to somewhere deep inside me. I let out a gasp and almost stand up from the shock but somehow I manage to remain in place.
My mouth is still open when he lands a second spank directly where the first hit. His hand is firm, jolting my hips forward from the force of the blow. Despite the pain, I get a strange sense of satisfaction. This is the right thing to do. I was bad. I need punishing.
I shift my knees, a tingling sensation growing between my legs. The sensation gets much stronger as he spanks me a third time, his hand landing lower on my ass, near the tops of my thighs.
“Bad girl,” he says. “Disobeying me like that.”
When he spanks me again, the throbbing inside me becomes a burning need. The sting is so sharp it’s putting my every nerve ending on edge. It’s like my nerves have woken up for the first time and are hungry for more feelings like this. For new experiences. For this to keep going.
His hand slaps my ass again and I push my hips back toward him instead of away. I get a corresponding growl from the back of his throat as he lands the final blow.
This time his hand remains where it is, stroking gently over the sensitive spots where he spanked me. It’s more intense than I think I can handle and I’m glad when he says, “You can move now. Spread your knees apart for me.”
I do as he says and before I know what’s happening, his hand is between my legs, moving the thong out of the way, feeling my soft folds underneath. “Wet,” he says. “As I suspected.”
I freeze in place, my breathing getting out of control again.
“Take it easy,” he continues. “Slow and steady, remember?”
I do my best to calm down but it’s not easy. No one’s ever touched me there before and now I’m wondering if I can cope. It’s as intense as the spanking was. “You did well,” he says, his voice calm. “You took your spanking and you stayed still. This is your reward.”
He finds my clit, easing the throbbing need inside it by stroking lightly from left to right. “You feel so wet,” he says, moving his hand to my entrance, gathering up moisture and sliding it over my folds. “You enjoyed being spanked, didn’t you?”
I don’t answer. There’s no possible answer I can give that would come close to making sense. I don’t understand my body’s reaction, even now. All I can think is that I made him happy. His finger slips into me an inch and I gasp at the audacity of him. “What are you doing?” I ask, my voice shaky.
“Giving you your reward.” He returns his hand to my clit, stroking over it in circles this time, seeming to know what I need better than me. With his other hand, he strokes my ass, teasing the spot where he spanked me, making my nerves react with each movement of his fingers.
My toes start to curl and I find myself panting for breath but this time it’s from desire. I groan into the desk, my head down, my hips pushing back against him. “You’re going to come for me,” he says. “You’re not moving from here until you do.” His finger slips into me again, moving deeper this time. “When you do it, you’re going to thank me.”
He leans down, kissing my lower back. “Then I’m going to fuck you,” he adds in a low growling voice.
The thought of him inside me does things I never expected. I feel empty, like he belongs in there, like I can’t imagine him not being in there. I clench internally, no control over my muscles as he moves his hand back to my clit, bringing me ever closer to an orgasm.
I know when I’m on the edge because he tells me. It’s like he can read the inside of my soul, my body nothing but a window pane that he can see straight through to my spirit, hidden far within, deeper than even I know where to find it.
“You’re getting close,” he says. “Come for me. Let yourself go over the edge. Come for me now. Show me how sexy you look when you reach a climax. Do it, Ophelia. Come for me before I fuck you.”
One hand is on my clit, the other has a finger inside me, rocking back and forth as my hips match the motion. Again and again, shifting in place, getting closer with every movement.
