“There’s a first time for everything.” Zack reached up and cupped her jaw; his thumb smudged the lipstick on her bottom lip. “Turn around, hands on the desk, Sophie.”
His tone awakened something inside her. She spun around instinctively, keeping her hands and feet shoulder-width apart, lowering her head, and resisting the urge to look behind her.
Sophie could hear Zack moving behind her, the buckle of his belt, and the swish of leather as he pulled it out of the loops.
Zack stood in front of her and lifted her chin, forcing her back to arch and for her to meet his gaze. “You took well to my flogger. Have you been strapped with a belt, pixie?”
Sophie swallowed and shifted her weight onto her toes. She didn’t want him to know how green she felt after the other night, how he’d wrapped up pain, desperation, and pleasure into one all-encompassing package that kept her needy. “I’ve been spanked before.”
His dark chuckle sent shivers down her spine.
“This will be…more.” Zack stepped to the side, his grip still on her jaw. “You won’t look away.”
She stared at their reflection, taking in how he towered over her. “Yes, Sir.”
“I expect acknowledgment.” He spoke and moved to stand behind her. He raised his arm and swatted her left cheek, then right—his volley of hits kept in rhythm.
“Thank you, Sir!” she gasped after each strike, her palms shifting on the smooth wood surface. Zack increased the tempo and pressure until her skin pinked. Her nails dug for purchase as the heat bloomed from the backs of her thighs to the upper curve of her ass.
A ball of emotion bubbled, and her chest tightened. “Thank you, Sir! Oh!” Sophie's vision blurred, and she couldn't help but buck back, her thighs slick with her arousal.
“What do you see?”
She moved her head to the side, wiping her tears on her sleeve, mindful of keeping her hands in position. “You, Sir. Standing behind me.” Every inch of her skin ached for his touch.
Zack pressed his palm against the underside of her ass, his fingers slipping beneath her panties to her pussy.
Sophie whimpered softly, arching her reddened ass into his seeking fingers.
“I see a dirty little club bunny desperate to be fucked. Bent over my desk with wet thighs and a red ass.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Her heart was pounding in her chest as need coursed through her. A ball of emotion welled in her belly.
‘There is no shame in enjoying a little pain.’
“Oh!”
“Will you be a good girl and give me what I want?” Zack stood behind her, pressing himself against her reddened skin. He dug his fingertips into the reddened stripes.
Angling her body toward him, she kept her hands in place. They locked eyes through the mirror and her breathing matched his. He pulled her panties down her thighs, tearing the fabric to pool at their feet.
“Do you know what these tears are for, Sophie?” She shook her head slowly. “Because I want them. They’re mine.” His hand tightened around her throat, holding her body bent against him. “They’re your penance for infiltrating my dreams.”
“Sir?”
“Haunted by the echoes of your wet throat cunt when it took our cocks. The way you struggled. Accepted your use.”
Zack reached between them, and Sophie felt his pants hit the floor. “Tell me.”
“I need you, Sir.” Sophie’s head lolled against the desk, her feet firmly planted to keep her steady. Her breathing skittered with her broken sobs; her body begged for more of his touch.
Sophie buried her face in her hands, shifting her feet further apart to accommodate the head of his cock stretching her opening.
“You cry no, but your ass arches back and begs for more.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Zack rolled his hips and teased her with short, deliberate strokes until she was mewling beneath him.
