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He held my right breast, gently massaging it. My nipples wasted no time in getting erect. His mouth quickly captured them. The intensity of his tongue was too much for me. It was causing me to stumble. He held my hips to keep me in place while he continued to devour me.
I held onto his hair for support, controlling my sounds as he guided me to the table. He started using his teeth, which hurt but not enough to cause injury. Hungrily, he started sucking with furious intensity. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to suppress my moans.
I covered my mouth with one hand as he switched to my left breast, which was more sensitive than the right. He showed no mercy, attacking even harder than he did to the first.
“Bruce…wait…please…” I pleaded as I tried to pull him away from my breasts.
He looked up at me, my breast still in his mouth. He looked so handsome, like a hunter feasting on the blood of his prey. My pussy was already dripping with excitement.
He stopped the attack on my breast. “You're right. This is supposed to be a punishment. You're not meant to feel that good.”
“I wasn't feeling…”
He silenced me by placing two fingers on my lips. Then he played with my lips, using those fingers, and slowly forcing them into my mouth.
“Hmmm…” he groaned softly.
Instinctively, I started to suck on his fingers. I was using my tongue to play with them. He pressed them down against my tongue to stop me from moving it. As I wiggled my tongue to gain its freedom, he grinned like he had won, not me.
It was his left hand controlling my mouth, his right hand pressed against my panties. He rubbed my crotch gently before moving my panties out of the way. His fingers slowly caressed my slit.
“Mmm…” I whimpered, still trying to battle his fingers in my mouth.
“How many fingers can you handle?” he asked.
“What?” I asked, my mouth still full.
“How many fingers…Can you handle it?” he repeated himself, pushing the fingers in my mouth all the way to my throat’s entrance.
I gagged and reached for his hand, trying to pull it out. My strength was nothing compared to his. I only got some relief when he pulled out his fingers.
“I'm waiting for an answer, Tabitha,” he said. “You know I don't like to be kept waiting.”
“Two,” I said while coughing, wheezing, and trying to catch my breath, “I can handle two.”
But his fingers are bigger.
“Bend over then,” he said while pointing at the table.
I turned around to bend on the table as he instructed. As I looked at my office decor, and the ticking clock on the wall, which just said it was a few minutes past six in the evening, I realized how depraved the situation was.
The emergency period peaked around this time. Without Bruce out there to control the traffic that made its way to my office, someone could come in. The door wasn't locked, either. If any of my workers came in and saw me bent over on the table with a messed up look on my face, I couldn't face them again.
I bent over anyway. The knowledge that I could have been caught at any time thrilled me. I was expecting him to give me a warning…but I felt the first finger sliding. I had used one finger a lot of times, but compared to my finger, his was massive.
His finger felt like one and a half of my fingers. He pressed down against the roof of my pelvis, looking for my spot. He found it with little to no difficulty. He moved his finger in a circular motion. He was turning my insides.
It felt good but not enough to drive me insane.
“Is that all you got?” I asked, mocking him.
“Baby, I'm just getting started,” he assured me, “and moving on to number two.”
Expect him to pull out the first finger, then return with two fingers. Instead, he inserted the second finger while the first was still in me.
“Wait, wait, it hurts!” I warned him.
“You will adjust,” he assured me. “You just be a good girl and relax.”
