Page 49 of Guilty as Sin

I unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor, then hesitate. Without my panties, I’ll be fully naked, standing before him while he’s sitting there in his suit, seemingly relaxed in his executive chair. But even in the dim light, I can see his cock already straining at his suit pants.

I picture myself draped helplessly over his knee as he spanks me, first as a reward, then even harder as a punishment. The image ignites my lust for violence, the coiling of pain with pleasure so inseparable in my reptilian brain, in that basest form of myself.

I take off my panties. The inside fabric shines with my wetness as I shimmy them down past my hips. They land on my feet, and I step back to flick one leg up toward Brady, flinging my panties at him.

He catches them expertly, then brings them to his nose, closing his eyes to inhale deeply. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Slowly he opens his eyes, drinking in the sight of me naked as he savors my scent.

I shiver at the intensity of his want for me.

He lowers my panties from his face but keeps them clenched in his fist. With his free hand, he pats his knee. Even though he says nothing, I follow his command, aching for my reward. For my punishment.

Somehow I manage to approach him slowly, heightening the anticipation for both of us. When I reach the side of his chair, I lower myself to drape my body over his knees.

He sucks in a breath. Even in the dark, he must still see my bruise. I close my eyes but refuse to feel ashamed. I feel Brady lean over me, then brush his lips along my back, too light to be a kiss. He’s surprisingly gentle, and for several moments he just runs his lips and hands over my back, his touch soothing and warm.

Then he glides one hand down to fondle my breasts. He pinches my nipple distractingly hard, just the way I— Smack.

I cry out in pleasure from the stinging slap on my ass. It’s a loud cry, I can’t help it.

Brady shushes me as he smooths his hand over my other ass cheek. He takes his time, and I start to squirm with need. When he lifts his hand away, I close my eyes and bite my lip.

Smack. I try to hold back, but it feels too good, and I cry out again.

“Shh.” Brady brings his hand to cover my mouth, and I realize he’s holding my bunched panties. “Open,” he says.

With his other hand caressing my ass cheeks, he’s promising me more spanking, which is exactly what I want. I open my mouth, and Brady stuffs half of my panties inside.

“Good girl.” Smack.

This time when I cry out, I’m glad I have something to bite on. I taste my desire for Brady on my panties, an undeniable admission of want.

Smack, smack, smack, smack. The fabric in my mouth muffles my cries of pleasure, and the satisfying smacks ring in my ears.

“That was your reward,” he says. “Would you like your punishment now?”

I nod desperately, and he swings his hand so hard I hear it whistling through the air.

Thwack. Holy fuck. The sensation overwhelms me so much I can barely breathe. But he doesn’t let up. Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack. He spanks me with such force that my breasts bounce wildly, my nipples so hard they hurt.

Brady smooths his palm over the curve of my ass, then slides his touch toward my pussy. He lets out a groan of satisfaction when he feels how wet I am. He slips one finger inside me, but it’s not nearly enough.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, languidly pumping his finger. My response is muffled, and he chuckles as he eases my panties from my mouth.

“I want your cock,” I gasp. “Please.”

There’s no point denying it.

He chuckles again, more darkly this time, and rewards me with another loud, stinging slap on my ass.

“Suck it, then,” he says.

He slides me from his lap and I land on my knees between his legs. My eyes widen as he pulls himself free from his pants.

I know he’s big, I’ve felt him stretch my pussy beyond what I thought was possible. But I’ve never seen his cock this close up. I’m all too aware of the fact that he’s still fully clothed with only his thick cock out, while I’m naked with my pussy dripping as I kneel before him.

I tremble with the knowledge that he could do anything he wants to me. I bend forward to lick his cock slowly upward from thick root to glistening tip. Fuck, he’s huge. And definitely not going to fit in my mouth. But I want to try, I want to give Brady as much pleasure as I can. My blood is still rushing from the thrill of the spanking he gave me, making me bold.

I take the head of his cock in my mouth. The way he groans in response makes me even bolder, and I slide down as much as I can, my tongue gliding over the ridges of his veins.