“Now, now, little girl, let’s not have any of that, at least not so early in the game,” he advised. “Your hairbrush is easily within reach,” he warned smiling.
“Ow, sorry,” she mumbled, letting his hands help her onto the bed.
“I’ll let it go this time, after all I am a very generous employer,” he said as he adjusted the pillows beneath her tummy, “but you should be aware that any further rebellion will be dealt with in a manner you’ll find most unpleasant. Extend your hands forward and you may rest your head on them for the time being,” he said as he stepped back to admire the view.
Susan was torn. What she most wanted to do at this moment was kick back with her foot and hopefully catch him in a very painful place. This was a most humiliating position and she was fuming. Struggling to find a comfortable spot for her head, she tried to blow the hair away from her sweaty face. Add to that the fact that she was hornier than she’d ever been in her entire life was the second blow to her pride. She was sure she was soaking the pillows with her juices and she could smell her arousal over her perfume. It was galling and before she could stop herself she once again let her mouth run away with her common sense.
“Marcus?” she whispered.
“Yes, my dear?” he replied as he gently tugged on the anal plug, gauging how easily it could be removed.
“You are a complete and utter ass,” she offered sweetly, her voice dripping with honey.
Marcus laughed, placed his hand firmly on the small of her back and plucked the plug from her bottom as she squealed in shock at the quick, sharp pain.
“That really hurt,” she hissed over her shoulder.
“And I might really believe that if you hadn’t just gushed and filled my hand with honey,” he shot back, still chuckling as he cupped her core.
“I hate you,” she groaned, letting her head drop onto her arms as a sob escaped.
“Well, I know you won’t believe it, but I adore you my flame-haired little brat. Never more so than when you’re working your way up to a spanking as you are now with your sassy mouth,” he replied calmly as he picked up a bottle of lube and proceeded to spread the warm liquid around her bottom hole.
“What is that?” Susan demanded with a sniffle as her head popped up. “It’s hot.”
“Nonsense, it’s a warming lube with a built in numbing agent. Something you will appreciate in short order,” he informed her as he added more lube and plunged his thick finger into her tight opening.
“Please Marcus,” Susan pleaded, even as her hips rose to accept his invasion. “This is too much. Stop it this instant!”
Marcus stopped as she requested, with one hand firmly holding her in place, ignoring the futile kicking of her legs. Unfortunately his other hand was wrapped tightly to her ass, his finger deeply planted in her bottom.
“Too much what Susan?” he asked silkily. “Too much pain or too much pleasure?”
“Too embarrassing,” she cried, her voice muffled as she fought for control.
“Nothing that two consenting adults do to bring each other pleasure is too embarrassing,” he informed her, returning to his thrusting pattern.
“Do I look like a consenting adult?” she yelled over her shoulder.
Marcus studied her and thought about it for a second before replying. “No, you look like a naughty young lady getting hercomeuppance. Your bottom is still slightly pink from your defiance earlier this evening. Your lovely pussy is literally dripping in preparation for my possession. Now if only you would shut up and accept your discipline like a good girl, I may, at some point, actually let you cum tonight,” he said sighing in phony exasperation.
Had her eyes not been covered she would clearly see just how much he was enjoying this whole scene. Rock hard, his balls felt so tight he feared they might burst; he removed his finger from her ass and picked up another plug. This one was marvelous and had cost him a small fortune. Bigger than the first one he’d used, this one was metal, heavy and had a built in multi-speed vibrator controlled by a handheld remote. It was cold to the touch, but would warm up quickly once inside her snug little passage. The salesperson had assured him it would be impossible to ignore its presence and Marcus could see why, weighing it in the palm of his hand before coating it with lube.
It took patience, a bit of coaxing and a few smacks on the ass before the plug was fully lodged in Susan’s bottom. She had wiggled, pleaded, fought and tried to push it out, all to no avail. He would have his way, he informed her. He had a signed contract in his office and he intended to see her honor it. If she was going to consider herself his employee, then she was going to follow the rules to the letter. By the end of their little battle, Susan was humping the pillow, praying each brush of the soft fabric would bring her relief. Marcus quickly disabused her of that notion and pulled her from the bed, pushing the pillows aside.
Steading her on her trembling legs, Marcus brushed her hair back and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Even your tears tempt me,” he whispered before pulling her against him and kissing her so passionately she forgot to breathe. As she began to sag in his arms, he regained control and pulled away. Sitting onthe bed, he held her before him and stroked her gently to calm her. His lips trailed across her shoulder and moved to her breast, teasing the nipple to a hard little bud he drew into his mouth to ravish.
Susan flung her head back with a cry and offered herself to him with abandon, her hair spilling down her back. She was shaking so badly, Marcus was forced to wrap his arm under her ass, pulling her tightly to him and forcing the plug deeper. Her cuffed hands were useless and the fluid trickling down the inside of her thighs was driving her crazy.
“Please Marcus,” she begged. “Take me, take me now.”
“Not yet, Red,” he groaned hoarsely as he reached for the nipple clamps and quickly attached one to her glistening tip. Immediately he moved to her other breast, preparing it for the second clamp as the guttural moan tore from her throat. Sucking firmly he paused to slap her hands that frantically reached for her clit. “Ah, ah, ah,” he warned. “That’s not acceptable and you know it. Even if your hands could reach that precious little spot, I wouldn’t allow it,” he said sternly as he applied the last clamp to her pouting nipple.
Susan was beyond rational thought. Each jiggle of her breasts sent a shock wave of pain and pleasure directly to her womb. She tried rubbing her thighs together for relief, but Marcus inserted his large foot between her feet preventing that. All thoughts of embarrassment had long since fled her mind and she was a quivering mass of need, weeping from both ends. At this point she had no idea what else he was going to do to her. She could no longer remember what was on the bed and the blindfold had her listening intently for any little sound that might indicate something she needed to know, but all was quiet.
Marcus was taking in the experience like a man possessed. He registered every little moan and cry. The sight of her with her nipples, pouty and proud in the pretty clamps, had him bitinghis own lip to keep in the groans. Her cheeks were red and her pale skin glistened from head to toe. Sliding his hand between her thighs, she was so slippery he shivered and snatched his hand away before she could feel it. He had purposely avoided her clit all night, knowing she would cum in seconds and he wanted her to appreciate this lesson. Finally, after taking several deep breaths, he was able to pull himself together.
“All right baby, back up on the bed,” he told her, helping her into position. “On your hands and knees, it’s time for your spanking.”
