"Answer me properly, or you go back over my knees."
I make a horrible, pathetic moaning sound. My mouth waters.
"Yes, Daddy. Is that what you want to hear?" I say, mocking, but his eyes go wide, pupils dilating. He loves it when I call him that. Not just likes it. Loves it.
"Good boy," he says, and kisses me.
The kiss is feral. He devours me, sucking my tongue, bitingmy lower lip, his hand still gripping my jaw so tight I can't pull away. I suck his tongue back, shivering all over. My hands go to his shirt, pulling at the fabric. I need to touch him, need his skin, need everything.
He reaches down and palms my ass, the sting from the spanking making the touch electric. I yelp into his mouth, and he grins against my lips, the hottest thing I've ever experienced, then bites my lip again and sucks at it until I'm dizzy. My cock throbs, so close to losing it just from this.
He lifts me. Before I can breathe, he lays me on my back on the desk, spreading my legs wide. He kneels between them. Not gentle. Rough. I love it.
Ethan opens a drawer and pulls out lube. Of course he has lube. That fucker is always prepared, which is ridiculous. He squeezes it onto his hand, coats his fingers. I can only watch as I feel them between my cheeks, probing my entrance. I'm completely out of control now. My cock is hard and throbbing on my stomach, leaking, red and swollen. He slips a finger inside, twisting, stretching me open, and I gasp. So painful and so delicious. I'm so full, and all I can do is make pathetic sounds.
"Hmmmpffff..."
I push myself toward his finger, fucking myself on it. He chuckles and fingers me harder, two fingers now, stretching, scissoring, then three. I moan, sob, beg, cry, almost coming just from his fingers. Iama needy little slut, have always been.
"So hungry for me," he says. Low. Controlled. Even now.
My heart pounds. My mind is chaos. He keeps going, deeper, and I don't stop him.
He pulls his fingers out. I groan. I want more. I want his cock. He stands, turns me over so I'm on my stomach on the desk, and I look back at him, eyes pleading. Ethan hardly ever looks this amused.
I watch him unbutton those ridiculous khaki pants, revealing his erection. Big, swollen, leaking. My mouth waters. I'vewaited so long for this. This motherfucker took forever to even kiss me. I want him inside me now. I wish I could tell him, but all I can make are sounds I didn't know existed in me.
He spreads my cheeks and I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance, pushing in slowly.
"F-f-f-fu-fuuuuck..." I moan, eyes closed, seeing stars. I shudder, but I'm so turned on it only feels good. "Go deeper, Ethan."
He laughs. Having the most fun I've ever seen him have.
"I don't want to hurt you, pet."
"Do it. Fuck, just do it, please." He does. Keeps going deeper, and I make these sounds, not caring if someone hears us through the door. "Call me pet again."
"You like that, pet?" he says. "Demanding, aren't you? Maybe I should make you call me Daddy again. Make you beg."
"Oh fuck, fucking hell… please, Daddy, please!"
"Please what?"
He starts pumping. I lose the ability to speak, to think. The stretch is ridiculous. My fingers claw at the wood of the desk, nails scraping, looking for something to hold on to. All I can do is moan, mouth open, eyes shut. My thighs are shaking against the edge of the desk, and I can feel the sweat pooling in the dip of my lower back. He spanks me when I don't answer, and the sting layers on top of everything else. I yelp and jump, but he keeps thrusting, one hand pressing down between my shoulder blades, pinning me flat.
"Answer me when I ask you a question."
"Fuck, sorry. Please keep going, Daddy, please." I'm not even embarrassed calling him that. I love it. I thought it might be weird, but it isn't. It's hot.
"Good boy," he mutters, going deeper. I moan and push back, meeting his thrusts. He stretches me beyond what I thought possible, filling me entirely. The burn is ridiculous but so good. I can feel every inch of him, the slow drag when he pullsback, the sharp fullness when he pushes in. My cock is trapped against the desk, leaking, throbbing with every thrust, and the friction is almost enough to make me cum right there.
"You like this, pet? Being taken like this?"
"Oh, fuck yes. Yes, I do." He smiles. Reaches down and grabs my hair, pulling me up, arching my back, turning my head to kiss him. Our lips meet, tongues intertwine, and his other hand wraps around my throat, not squeezing, just holding, his thumb against my pulse. I can feel my own heartbeat hammering against his fingers. Unlike anything I've ever experienced.
We stop kissing. He pushes me back down, chest flat against the desk, and keeps thrusting. The wood is cool and slick with my sweat. It hurts, but it's also the best thing I've ever done. I've fucked many times before, but nothing felt like Ethan. Next to this, every other fuck I've had felt like a math class: boring, stupid, stressful.
"You're driving me wild," I gasp. "Please don't stop, Daddy, please."
