For the first time in this whole charade, I do as he says. My body seems to have a mind of its own.
I take a few steps towards it, then lean forward, putting my palms on the surface.
“All the way,” he says. “I want your chest flush with it. Your ass up in the air.”
I do as he says, and I’ve never felt so vulnerable before. I can feel the cool air on my throbbing pussy. I can even feel his gaze as he stands behind me. I crave his touch in a way I can’t comprehend. It’s not like I’ve had much experience—I always knew I’d be married off to someone, so I never got too attached. But still…
A cracking sound followed by a stinging pain in my cheek breaks me out of my train of thought.
“That was for the lie,” he says while standing behind me. I instinctively try to stand up, but his strong hand pins me back down against his desk. He chuckles. “You’re not going anywhere. Not now.”
My legs quiver beneath me as the desk drives into my hips.
“Now.” His hand massages the cheek he just smacked. “How did you get out?”
“N…no.”
Smack.
“How?”
I remain silent.
He spanks the other side this time.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Please, what?”
“I… I don’t know.”
He chuckles darkly at this. “You like being bent over my desk, don’t you?”
I don’t answer him, and that earns me another spank.
“How about now? Tell me how you got out?”
“No...”
I instinctively flinch, but he holds me in place, this time three times in quick succession.
A low moan escapes me as he presses his finger against my clit. “So wet for me. You are a kinky little thing, aren’t you?”
I grind against his finger, hoping he’ll help release the pressure. But his finger stays agonizingly still.
“Please.” My voice comes out as barely a whisper.
“Not until you tell me how you got out.”
Another spank makes my body jolt, and I wonder if I can come just from this alone.
He leans over me, and I can feel him through his pants. I wonder how his pants even contain that thing anymore; he must be suffering just as much as I am. Two of his fingers slide inside me, and I hear him suck in a breath as I can’t help the moan that escapes me.
“Tell me.” His whisper in my ear sends a chill down my spine.
Unable to take it anymore, it’s not that I’m in pain, that I’m humiliated, but I can’t take the arousal without getting a release anymore.
“I jumped to Elena’s balcony, grabbed her coat to disguise myself, then walked out of her apartment.”
