“You’re in my office without permission. Should I punish you?” Dario murmurs. He’s taunting me. He knows I’m terrified. And I’m remembering how quickly I responded to the sting of his hand on my ass that first night we were together.
“I promise I won’t do it again,” I whisper. His eyes narrow. He’s looking at me as if thinking something over.
“Go to the desk and bend over it,” he says. I flick a look at it apprehensively. “Now.” His voice is silken, but I can feel the danger beneath it. I practically jog to the desk. The edge presses against my thighs as I bend forward over a space that’s clear of papers and photo frames. The oak is cool against my cheek, which is flushed scarlet as I sense him coming up behind my raised ass.
“I’d thought to get home and surprise you,” he says. Surprise me? He just stopped my heart. “I didn’t expect to find you digging around in my things.”
“I didn’t mean to,” I babble. He’s running a palm over my ass cheek, and it’s making me shudder. “I just wanted…”
“Wanted what, Nikki Love?” he asks. Both his palms are on me now. I feel his fingers spread my cheeks, and I swallow hard.
“Wanted…” I don’t know how to tell him. I wanted to know more about him. There’s no way I’m telling him that.
“Wanted this?” he asks and roughly shoves a finger into my pussy. I choke out a gasp.
“No, I didn’t—” I begin and then give a sharp cry as his hand comes down on my ass.
“Or is this what you wanted, Nikki Love?” he says. His hand meets my skin again. “Because it seems to me that everything you do is designed to earn it.”
I shake my head. “I don’t…I don’t…” My words are bitten off as he delivers two more sharp slaps. My skin is tingling. Beginning to burn.
“Do you know what I see?” he asks softly. I don’t reply. “Your cunt is glistening. You’re getting wet.” He chuckles. “Is this why you push me, Nikki? Because you want this?” He slips a finger deep into me, and I can’t help it, my hips press back at him. “You’re begging for it. Begging for my hand on your ass.” He spanks me again, and I release another hoarse groan. The burning on my skin is echoed deep inside me. It’s a sensation that’s unfamiliar, but it’s one I’m beginning to love.
There’s something wrong with me. There must be.
“You should see how perfect your ass is in this shade of pink,” he chuckles. “Though I’m thinking I’d like to see it a few shades brighter. I think you’ve earned it, don’t you?”
“No,” I whimper. I’m afraid of what he has in mind.
“Did you say no?” he asks. The next time his hand lands, it’s twice as hard. I shriek. He slaps me again.
“Oh, God! I mean, yes!” I don’t know what’s expected from me, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to find out. But my cheeks are burning like fire. I raise my palms to cover my ass and try not to sob. He grabs my hands and pulls them away. Then I hear a metallic sound from behind me. Something fastens around my wrists, and I feel my arms bound firmly in the small of my back. I’m pretty sure he’s strapped my wrists together with his belt.
“Keep still,” he snaps. “I’m not done yet.”
“Oh God,” I groan again. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!” I hold myself tense, waiting for another blow from his palm. But it doesn’t come. Instead, his fingers slide along my slit, tracing a path from my clit to my asshole.God! Please not that!I clench my cheeks together, and he slaps me again. I struggle to relax.
“Jesus, you’re so wet it’s running from you,” he murmurs. “It’s streaming down your thighs.” If my ass cheeks had been burning before, they’re flaming now. I’m not like this. I’m not some freaky painslut who wants a man to dominate me. But everything he does seems to push me to places I’ve never been. As if to prove his point, he slides his fingers into me and pumps them. I can hear the wet sounds, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Do you want to come, Nikki Love?” he asks, still pumping his fingers. Now he’s pinching at my clit, too.
“Oh, God,” I choke out.
“Or do you still need to learn not to go where you’re not permitted?” He spanks me again. I cry out, but the sensation has me clamping around his thrusting fingers. “Fuck,” he mutters. “Your cunt tightens like a bitch when you do that. I want to feel it around my cock.” I hear a snicking sound and realize he’s unzipped his fly. The sound of it has my breath coming in gasps.
I’m like Pavlov’s dog for his cock or something. But the part of me that’s drooling is lodged between my thighs. I turn my face so that my forehead is against the desk. I’m sure that if I try to speak, it’s going to be pleading. I want him in me so badly I’m ready to beg him for it.
When he slides the head of his cock along my slit, I bob my hips up. I know he’s big, but there’s no apprehension in me now. I’m aching for that sense of fullness. Although he rams into me so hard, I give a tiny scream.
“Jesus,” he grunts out. He’s hit the end of my channel, and I’m sure the mouth of my womb is opening to him. Thank God I made that appointment. He pulls out and thrusts in again, setting up a body-shaking rhythm that would have me flailing if my arms weren’t still bound behind me. He’s grasping both my hips firmly, directing my body’s movement, although I desperately want to writhe against him. It’s probably for the best. I might just buck him off with the strength of the sensations within me.
He pushes deep, then pauses. His hand stings against my ass cheek again. I clench hard, shuddering with the force of it.
“Christ!” he grunts and slaps me again. I spasm harder. “Yeah, like that…just like that. Good girl.” He starts moving again, each deep thrust timed with a hand on my ass.
I’m panting. There’s a coiling in my belly that’s not going to wait this time. Whether he’s in me or not, the next move is going to push me over the edge.
“Did you do as I asked?” he suddenly asks. I know what he’s talking about. I nod my head vigorously. He chuckles.
