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Instinctively, I arch into his hand as his fingers push inside me. Already, it’s almost too much. Just his hands on me—inside me—is enough to send me over the edge. Clenching my teeth, I throw my head back and try to stem the orgasm that’s already building.
“Open for me.”
I do as I’m told, bracing my heels against the edge of the desk, spreading my thighs wider. That’s when I feel his fingers leave me, replaced by something cold and metallic. The balls he’d taken out of his pocket, I realize. I gasp as he pushes one ball into me, then the other, until all four balls fill my channel. They feel hard, ungiving and heavy. They start out cold but are soon warmed by my body’s heat.
Then he dips his head and buries his face between my thighs. I gasp at the feel of his hot tongue gliding up the length of my slick folds, swirling over my clit. The onslaught of sensation is so intense, I moan and twist beneath his mouth. His strong hands grip me, his fingertips digging into my hips, holding me steady.
“Oh, God, Evan. I’m going to come.”
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he says hoarsely. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Less talking. More licking,” I mutter breathlessly.
I’m near the precipice, so close to the abyss that I could weep. His tongue feels so good. He knows how to work my clit just right, adding just enough pressure to drive me frantic with need. Still writhing, I thread my hands through his dark, wavy hair and tug, desperate to pull him closer.
Every muscle in my body tenses as a violent orgasm slams into me. My channel clenches tightly around the balls, convulsing, sending ripples of heat radiating through my body. I fight for breath through my gasping moans. His hands grip me tightly, hold me still against his mouth as he works on me through every last convulsion.
Just as the ripples slowly begin to ebb, he removes the balls from my sex and tosses them aside. I’m staring up at the white square ceiling tiles, trying to catch my breath, when I hear the distinct sound of a zipper.
He places his palms on my knees and spreads me wider. I’m completely open to him, more vulnerable than I’ve ever felt in my life.
“I’m going to fuck you. Do you understand?”
I lick my dry lips. “Yes.”
“Don’t make a sound.” He places a finger against my mouth. “I’m going to take you fast and hard, the way you like it. But I don’t want to hear a sound from you.”
I nod eagerly, desperate to feel his hard length inside of me. It’s all I’ve thought about for days.
The swollen head of his cock slides over my clit and nudges the slick folds of my entrance. In one swift motion, he slams into me, his cock stretching me impossibly wide. I almost gasp, but somehow I manage to catch the sound before it escapes my throat.
Holy fuck.
He feels so damn good I could weep.
Then he moves inside me, each thrust quick, clipped, focused. His heavy balls slap against my ass as he drives into me, over and over, each thrust taking me closer to the edge of oblivion.
Leaning over me, he dips his head, and bites my nipple through the fabric of my shirt and bra. The sharp sting is electrifying. It feels damn good, and I check myself before I let out a moan—then decide to test him. What will he do if I don’t obey his command? I let out a long, loud moan.
His hips immediately stop in their jerking motion against me. He pulls out of me and, taking me by the wrist, tugs me up and flips me over so my stomach is pressed against the edge of the desk, my ass completely bared to him.
“I believe I told you not to make a sound.”
Braced on my elbows, I nod, not daring to speak.
“You disobeyed me.” His voice sounds ominous. “And you will always obey me, as you said you would or there will be consequences.” Lifting my skirt, he gently strokes my ass with the palm of his hand. “And when you do not obey, you will be punished.”
His words excite me, and my body tightens, anticipating the first blow. Seconds later, his hand comes down on my ass with a thunderous smack—then another and another. Tears sting my eyes. This is harder than he’s ever hit me. But even as the pain jolts through my body, I crave more.
Biting my bottom lip, I swallow the cries I’m desperate to let out. Pain is entwined with pleasure, and each hard slap sings through my body, humming through my veins. Tears stream down my cheeks.
Several blows later, I’ve lost count of how many times he’s hit me, but I’m not sure how much more I can take. The pain is almost unbearable now. Exquisite torment. Beautiful agony.
Then suddenly, it’s over.
His lips brush across my hot skin, kissing the places where he has just hit me. The sensation soothes my sore backside, cooling my hot skin. My nipples tighten and my channel clenches with need.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking my sex. “If you stay a good girl, I’ll let you come before I do.”
