She gasps.
My smile is hungry, predatory. “It’s been a while since we’ve been kinky.”
“Is it going to hurt?”
“Maybe.”
Uncertainty moves across her features. She’s debating whether she’ll like it or not, but I can already tell her the answer. In the end, her curiosity must win out, because she walks to my desk and bends over, presenting her ass.
Anticipation fires through my veins. It’s not her submission that turns me on. It’s her trust.
My voice is rough. “Lift up your nightdress.”
She bunches the fabric in her fists, and, looking over her shoulder at me, pulls it up to her waist.
I take up a position behind her. “Grip the edge of the desk. You’ll want to hold on.”
Her hands tremble slightly as she stretches her arms over the desktop and grips the edge on the other side.
When I slip my fingers into the elastic of her silk panties and pull them down to expose her ass and pussy, her cheeks turn red. She faces forward quickly, hiding her reaction from me.
I study her pale, flawless skin. She clenches her thighs, but she can’t hide her nakedness. The rosy lips of her cunt already glisten with arousal. But I want her soaking wet.
She jerks when I stroke a hand over her left globe, getting a feel of how perfectly her round cheek fits in my palm. When I caress the other globe, goosebumps run over her skin. I trace her slit with a finger, gathering her wetness, and then I bring it up the crack of her ass.
She hollows her back when I circle her dark hole, which she gave to me just as she gave me her virgin pussy. Her chest moves more rapidly with her breaths. I breach that tight hole with a single digit, splitting her open with just the tip.
She cries out but she doesn’t move.
Good girl.
Keeping my finger inside her, I take aim. Her upper body lifts off the desk when my palm connects with her right cheek. My handprint blooms red over her perfect skin. I keep my strength carefully in check, heating her ass more than hurting her, but I know she feels the sting.
Left cheek.
She sucks in a breath.
I twist my finger, taking her deeper.
Left cheek, right cheek.
She cries out and clenches her ass.
Drawing the thumb of my free hand between her legs, I test her slit. She’s even wetter.
“Good girl.”
Timing my pace, I tan her ass with a steady rhythm. With every slap of my palm that reverberates on her cheeks, I sink my finger a little deeper. She tries to hold back, to stifle her sounds, but by the time her ass is glowing red and my finger is buried up to the knuckle, she’s moaning and grinding her hips against the desk.
“What’s the verdict, darling?” I lean over her and kiss her shoulder. “Do you like it or hate it?”
She shivers.
I press a whisper on her ear. “Shall we stop?”
She replies quickly. “N-no.”
“Do you want more?”
