Those words push her over the edge, both of her tight holes contracting as orgasm washes through her. She gives herself to me. All of her. Her desire, her release, her complete submission.
I make a mental note to start construction on some alterations in my office.
Ella
Aiden’s punishment continues on and on. The man is insatiable and creative in equal measure. I sleep in the cage at night, at his insistence, and during the day I am taken out when he wants me. He always wants me. I spend hours per day crawling, sitting, kneeling at his feet. The experience is beginning to make me think I might never be permitted to walk again.
“Come to my office, pet,” he says one afternoon, giving the leash a light tug. “I have something for the both of us.”
I am not wearing clothes. Being nude is part of the experience. Sometimes he allows me underwear, but today is not one of those days. There is no bra to support my swaying breasts, or material to cover my pussy and ass as I crawl through the opulent Levin family home.
The moment we enter his office, I recall his earlier promise. It has been days since the stocks in his bedroom, but now there is a specially altered desk in his office.
I cannot believe this. There is nothing he will not do to indulge his dark desires when it comes to me. Most men think a butt plug is going all out. Sweet Teddy would never have done any of this. He was far too kind and charming.
But Teddy is gone, and I am at the mercy of his evil eldest brother now. Evil might be a strong word, but I think in many ways it is the right one.
“Crawl through there,” he says, indicating the underside of the desk. “The side panels will slide in place once you are in position.”
There is a hole in the front of the desk due to the fact that what used to be a solid front is now two sliding panels that snap together with a cutout in the middle that is just a bit larger thanmy neck, but definitely not so large my head could pull through. My head is secured through a hole in the front underside of his desk, my neck supported by padded undersides. If anybody walks in here right now, they will see me here, my face exposed. It will look strange. It will be deeply shameful.
“Good girl,” Aiden praises, taking his seat behind me.
At first he does nothing. I hear some shuffling of papers, and then some light typing. I wonder how long he is going to have me kneeling here, if that’s part of the punishment. He is seriously so fucking sick.
Just as I am starting to get so impatient I could scream, Aiden reaches under his desk and fingers my pussy casually, using me like a fidget toy.
I hate that it feels good. I hate that his casual dominance makes my stomach fizz and my pussy get wet. I hate that my hips are performing that humping contortion that comes with wanting to be fucked.
Aiden leaves no room for any thoughts. He forces me to be in my body, in the moment. He controls my mind by controlling my flesh.
“Such a good girl,” he says, getting up from his chair.
He walks around the desk, kneels down, and unzips his fly, letting his cock come out of his pants. He feeds it into my mouth, and after a gentle thrust or two over my tongue, I find myself with my face being fucked.
He caresses my face as he uses me, making sounds that aren’t quite words, but nevertheless feel like sweet compliments. Histhick cock slides over my tongue back and forth, making my jaw ache after a few minutes.
Almost as if understanding, he grips me under my chin and holds me in place while he ruts my mouth faster and harder.
His semen splashes over my lips, my tongue, and some goes over the bridge of my nose.
“You can wear that,” he says. “It would do you good to remember what it feels like to have your face painted in cum.”
He goes back to work then, and I am left to kneel in the desk stockade, my face covered in his cum. When he decides I have earned it, he slides a small vibrator into my pussy and straps it in place around my ass and thighs so I am filled and pleasured while he works.
“That should keep your pussy nice and warm and ready for me,” he comments, patting my ass gently.
He leaves me like that for an hour at least. I want to come so badly, but I can’t because there’s no clit stimulation, just the shameful position, and the fullness and the vibration. I know that complaining will do me no good. I just have to hope he takes pity on me and fucks me.
“Please,” I whimper finally.
“Please what, pet?”
“Will you fuck me, sir?”
He pauses for a minute, and I am sure he is going to say no. Then I hear him get up, and I feel him open the sliding portions of the desk, freeing me to climb through on hands and knees.
“Lie down on your front,” he says. “On the floor.”
