I snatch the bottle, silencing her pout with a laugh. “Traviesita,” I admonish, holding out my hand so she’ll give me the other half of the equation, too. “You know I like to do this part.”
She sighs, but it’s dramatic, and I know she doesn’t mean it when she hands me the device and purrs, “Yes, Sir.”
Draped over mine, her legs are too wide open and her feet are dangling, so I help her forward off my lap and give her a little push so she braces herself on the desk. I wheel back, admiring the view of her: ass up, on her tiptoes, wiggling her hips desperately for a touch.
Standing, I take my place behind her, feeling her shiver when my trousers brush the naked backs of her legs. I flip her skirt up, laying the fabric on her lower back and baring her to me. Golden, perfect skin. I pull my hand back and give her a sharp smack. She jumps, and her little noise of surprise melts immediately into a groan of desire.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathes, dropping her head between the arms holding her upright on the desk. Her hair falls forward, pooling onto the glass top in inky coils, swirled with green.
From her reaction, I’m tempted to spank her again, but I’m not sure how long I’ll last. I have an issue controlling myself with her—to the extent that we’ve started using a cock ring. It helps that I’ve already been balls deep inside her perfect cunt once today, because I’ve found it takes the edge off.
So I spread lube between her lips, slow and methodical, until she’s panting and begging. Then, I slide the vibrator in place and smear the remnants onto my cock. There’s still a bit left on my fingers when I’m done, and I rub them together, staring down at her pliant body beneath me.
I reach down with a well-lubed finger and press against her asshole. She inhales sharply, licks her lips and presses her hips back against me, impaling herself before I can even do it. Her reaction makes my cock jump. Desire creeps up my spine, tingling in my balls so hard that another bead of precum leaks out.
I push the tip of my finger deeper in, spreading all the remaining lube. The ring of muscles in the asshole is firmer, stronger, and when she clamps down on my finger I nearly lose it, imagining her doing it on my cock. With an uttered curse, I withdraw.
“Noooo,” she moans, rocking back. “No! Put it back in! Fuck… Fuck!”
Her bratty demands melt into a shout of surprise when I stick my thumb back in her ass and use it as leverage to push her forward and lift her hips up onto the desk. Without allowing for another noise of protest or demand for control she doesn’t truly want, I shove myself inside of her, slamming my eyes closed as the full length of my cock is enveloped in her wet heat.
She muffles her own cry, biting down on her forearm.
“What’s the matter,traviesita?” I taunt, snapping my hips back and forward again, bottoming out and drawing another muted cry. “Don’t you want them to know how naughty you are? And how well you take your corrections?”
“Is that what this is?” she fires back, laughing and then moaning again as I buck my hips forward again. “You’re—oof!—fucking the attitude out of me?”
I scoff and press my thumb deeper into her ass. “Like that’s possible.”
“Oh fuuuuck. Turn it on,” she begs.
“Do you think you’ve earned it?” I counter, barely maintaining control over my voice. All I want to do is grab her hips and pound hard, but she’s writhing and her ass looks so fucking good stuffed full with my thumb.
She’s quiet for a few seconds, then coyly asks, “Doyou,Sir?”
I grin. She has now—realizing it’s not up to her. “Yes,” I reward, pulling back far enough to reach the button with my free hand. It buzzes to life, and she nearly sobs her relief.
I’m grateful she seems so close, because with this device vibrating so close to my sensitive tip and how worked up I already am, this won’t take long. A few moments of push-pull—I’ve barely found my rhythm—and I can feel the release gathering in my balls. The sensations pool there, collecting.
“I’m close,” I grunt.
“Yes, come for me,” she moans. “Feels so fucking good. So amazing.Dios,your cock is so good. This thing you made me is so good. I loveit.”
My orgasm hits me like a freight train, robbing me of my senses for an instant that seems to drag on. The pleasure crests, shooting through me like the fire in my veins—a pleasure so intense it verges on pain. My vision whites out, and my head falls forward.
The comedown is slow, like wading through the remnants of a dream towards consciousness. I can see her sweat-slicked body below me, can feel my release coating me inside her. She bounces, rocking on top of the desk, forehead pressed down. “Please, please, please,” she whimpers. “I’m so close… I need this so bad.”
I shake my head of the thick, disorienting feeling, and pull back. God, she’s clutching my thumb tightly… I pull it out too, reticently. After tucking my softening cock away, I crouch down so I’m eye level.
“Do you want my fingers?” I ask.
“Yessss,” she hisses.
“Where?”
She pauses, considering it, and glances over her shoulder at me. “My ass…” she whispers.
“Ask better than that.” I slap her cheek. The impact stings my hand.
