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  “Please, sir, I’ve learned my lesson,” I pleaded.

  “Your punishment has only just begun, little girl, and it’s not going to end until I decide that it should,” he replied darkly, and I couldn’t help it as my pussy clenched hard in response. He smacked my bottom hard several more times, ensuring to punish the lower curve of each cheek where I quickly discovered that it stung far more than I expected. I cried out, only this time the sound wasn’t muffled in the slightest.

  “I can see just how wet your punishment is making you, Brooke. I can see every last drop of it as it drips from your pretty little pussy onto your thighs. You like it when I take control. You like it even more when I make it hurt,” he murmured, and I whined in response. I wasn’t going to give him an answer. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right even though I knew he could see all of the evidence he needed. I was certainly not going to admit it. Not for anything.

  His fingers returned to caress my clit, teasing me into heightened states of arousal that I’d never even remotely experienced before. My skin felt hot and electricity buzzed just beneath the surface, building in strength until I thought I was going to combust from the inside out. My hips rocked, lifting up and down as I pressed myself against his fingers in a desperate attempt to bring myself to orgasm. Almost as if he knew what I was doing, his touch lightened and pulled away from me just enough so that there wasn’t even the slightest chance of me achieving release. I whimpered with disappointment, but he ignored me.

  Instead, he released his hold on the back of my neck and lifted me off the desk. My bottom ached terribly, and my hands reached back to touch it, finding my skin hot to the touch.

  “Slide your fingers in between your legs. Tell me what you find,” he said softly, and I shivered at his tone. I knew what was there. I could feel it all over my thighs, but I did what he asked because I was afraid that he’d push me back over the desk and spank me until I promised to obey him.

  Tentatively, I slipped my fingers between my legs. My fingertips slid along my folds with ease. I was slick with liquid heat. I honestly didn’t think I’d ever been this wet before in my life.

  “My pussy is very, very wet, sir,” I whispered, flushing hotly as the words left my lips.

  “Good,” he answered, before his hand grasped the back of my neck once more. He didn’t say a word as he turned me around and gently pushed me out the door of his office. He went slowly enough for me to walk in my heels, seemingly recognizing how unsteady I felt after my spanking. I kept my eyes low on the floor in front of me as he led me through the penthouse completely naked. Through the living room. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

  It was nighttime. Anyone looking into the building would be able to see that I was naked, that my bottom was red and well-punished. They’d be able to see everything.

  I should be mortified but I was just more turned on than ever.

  He led me into his bedroom. It was opulent but extraordinarily simple. I didn’t have any time to study it because he sat down on the ottoman at the end of the bed and tossed me facedown over his knee.

  My spanking began again before I was ready for it, only this time, it felt much more intimate. I could feel the steadiness of his thighs beneath me as his hand gripped my hip, locking me into place for the rest of my punishment. I could also feel the hardness of his cock pressing into my belly. He liked punishing me like this and that knowledge made my pussy clench. Hard.

  His palm was brutal and merciless. He spanked me much harder and much faster than he had before and when he decided I hadn’t had enough, he started to punish the backs of my thighs. It hurt far more than I thought it would. In no time at all I was begging him to stop. I pleaded with him that I’d learned my lesson. I begged him for the spanking to end. I promised to be a good little girl who listened to whatever he asked for, but none of it stopped my punishment or even remotely slowed it. It only seemed to make it worse.

  I was losing control. I’d been able to hold onto the last shreds of it for this long, but I was quickly realizing that it was close to gone. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to remain stoic and strong, but the longer the spanking went on the more I came to understand that it wasn’t going to stop until I was truly sorry. It wasn’t going to stop until I lay over his knees with tears streaming down my face.

  His palm cracked hard against my thighs, again and again until my breath hitched in my throat. I tried to stop myself, but it was too much. It hurt so much. I couldn’t remain strong with my bare bottom so very sore.

  A single tear escaped my eye, followed by another and then another. Once the first one fell, I couldn’t stop a single one and soon I was sobbing as my spanking continued. His palm slowed, each smack hard and heavy against my bottom as he hammered in the message that he’d promised to give me.

  The spanking didn’t end when I started crying. It continued for what felt like forever as I cried and told him that I was sorry. His grip tightened on my hips and he spanked my ass hard several times before he very thoroughly punished the backs of my thighs, all while I was sobbing over his knees like a very well-punished little girl.

  Finally, he stopped spanking me and pressed his heated palm against my pussy.

  “Spread your thighs wide. Your punishment is almost over, little girl. This last part is going to hurt more than you know, but you are going to take it. All of it,” he instructed.

  “Yes, sir,” I cried.

  I wasn’t ready for what came next, but I didn’t have a choice.

  His palm cracked down hard on my pussy and the resulting sting made me wail in agony. Over and over again he spanked between my legs and I had trouble taking it. My wet and very aroused flesh was so sensitive that the pain quickly became overwhelming. I screamed. I sobbed. I pleaded for forgiveness, but his palm continued to fall. I did my very best to keep my thighs spread open wide, hoping that my obedience would grant me mercy.

  My hips rolled and my breathing hitched. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I feared that they’d never stop. Soon, my pussy burned just as much as my freshly spanked backside and then he punished it some more.

  I don’t know how many times he spanked my pussy, but by the time he was through I had no doubt that it was just as red as my bottom. When he finished, he cupped my punished flesh in his palm. My skin was thoroughly scalded and just his gentle touch hurt. I didn’t even want to put my clothes back on because I knew just the fabric against my body would hurt too. My tears continued to fall as I tried to calm myself, but it had hurt a lot.

  I’d never been punished this harshly before. No one had ever made me beg like this. No one had ever made me cry and lose complete control like he had done. And no one had ever made me this wet before.

  My body was simmering with pain but at the same time, there was a very deep sense of arousal building in my core. My nipples were hard. My freshly spanked and very sore pussy was wetter than ever. Every inch of my flesh was tingling with sensation and the only thing I wanted now was to free his cock and ride it like my life depended on it.

  I shouldn’t want that. I shouldn’t want to fuck him after what he’d done to me. I should be mad. Scratch that. I should be furious but the only thing that mattered right now was the intense throbbing between my legs and my insane need to come. I was fucked up. Something must be wrong with me.

  Maybe I should go to therapy.

  My ass was so sore. My pussy hurt even worse. His palm left my scalded flesh and he started to gently caress the punished surface of my bottom.

  “That’s a good girl,” he murmured, and I could feel myself melting. I don’t know why I liked it when he said that, but it no longer mattered. He gathered me in his arms and curled me into his chest. I sucked in a breath as my spanked bottom pressed against his thigh, the fabric scratching against my skin as a reminder of what had just occurred. I blushed though, knowing that my very wet little pussy was going to leave a wet spot on his slacks.

  “Your spanking is over,
little girl, but your punishment is not. I want you to climb on your hands and knees on the bed. I want you to get down on your elbows and show me your pussy. If you are a good little girl, I might just reward you with my cock,” he said firmly, and my core tightened reflexively with arousal.

  I wanted to fight back, and I felt like I should, but no one was watching, and no one would know if I just obeyed him. Right now, I really wanted to come, and I really wanted to do it all over his cock.

  He carefully helped me to climb off his lap and I crawled just a small distance away on his bed. I settled on my hands and knees and dropped down to my elbows, presenting myself to him despite the deep feeling of shame that rattled through me in that moment.

  “Look at this pretty little pussy, spanked bright red and soaking wet. I think you like it when I punish you, don’t you, little girl?” he asked, and I shivered. My pussy clenched tight and his finger pressed against it at the exact same moment that it did. I wondered if he could feel it. I feared that he could.

  He was silent. Expectant. He wanted me to answer.

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered. My voice sounded desperate. Needy. Aroused.

  He gripped my heels in his fingers and pulled them off. The sound of them hitting the floor made me shiver.

  I heard the sound of his zipper behind me. I didn’t dare look back because I was afraid he’d see it as disobedient, that he would decide that I no longer deserved to be fucked as hard as I needed in that moment. I stayed still, my very wet and needy pussy fully on display. His fingers traced along my flesh, sliding with embarrassing ease along my slick folds. His hand dropped away and the very hot head of his cock pressed against my entrance instead.

  “I’m going to punish this little pussy hard with my cock, little girl. You’re going to beg. You’re going to scream. It’s going to hurt, but this little pussy is not going to stop coming until I give it permission to stop,” he said before his hips slammed forward and forced his entire cock into my tight hole in a fraction of a second.

  He was right. I did scream because it hurt. I hadn’t been fucked in so long that I felt damn near virginal. My pussy was so tight, and his cock was far larger than I had anticipated. My body struggled to take the entirety of his length. He stretched me wide and it burned for several seconds before he pulled out and pistoned his hips forward hard.

  He didn’t start slow or gentle. Instead, he gripped my hips and used them as leverage to use my body as roughly and as hard as he could. The feeling of his pelvis slapping against my freshly spanked pussy felt like the punishment was starting all over again. Stinging pain rolled between my legs even as his cock took command of my entrance.

  He fucked me hard and fast. He fucked me so roughly that it hurt. I cried out, my sounds a mixture of desire and pain that I couldn’t even begin to separate. Agony and pleasure rattled within my body and I wasn’t quite sure if I wanted to cry or if I wanted to come.

  My inner walls clenched greedily around his cock, taking his thick girth over and over again despite my body’s reluctance. The wet sounds of his cock sinking into my pussy again and again made me blush and I shivered with need as my clit started to throb.

  Fuck.

  It felt so damn good.

  It hurt but it also made a desire stronger than I’d ever known start to well up from deep inside me from a place that I hadn’t even known existed within me. My nipples were hard, sensitive little peaks that scratched against the cotton sheets beneath me. My skin was heated with passionate desire and the blood in my veins felt like it was about to boil. I didn’t know how much more I could take before I exploded and came all over his cock.

  He’d said something about permission. Something about not being allowed to come until he said, and I whined as I realized that I’d have to ask.

  “Please, sir. Please. I need to come,” I begged. I could feel my face redden as the words left my lips and I could feel shame make my inner walls flutter around his shaft. I knew he’d be able to feel my body’s every reaction and knowing that made my shame build even more as the thought made my pussy even wetter.

  His hips slapped against my flesh, his cock punishing my tight little pussy hard.

  I moaned and hid my face in the blankets beneath me, feeling my need to come growing more and more as the seconds ticked by.

  “You will wait until I give you permission, little girl. You haven’t earned the privilege of orgasm yet,” he growled, and I whimpered. “If you come before I say, your little bottom and that pretty little pussy will feel the mark of my belt instead of the release you so desperately want.”

  I shivered with fear at his words. Would he really whip me with his belt? Nervous desire brewed within my core and what should have scared me only fueled my desire for more. I bit my lip, trying to focus on holding back the orgasm that was raging within me. I felt like I was on the edge of a cliff, just inches away from hurtling into the abyss.

  I arched my spine and the moment I did so, his cock pressed into me more deeply. He fucked me harder and even more roughly and I began to fear my orgasm breaking over me before he gave me permission.

  I started to beg. I pleaded with him to let me come. My voice shook with desperation and arousal. The more I begged, the harder his cock punished my pussy and the more it hurt. My body started to tighten, and I cried out.

  “Please. I’m so sorry. Please let me come,” I pleaded, no longer caring how shameful it sounded. The only thing that mattered was the unreleased pleasure cascading through me right now. The only thing that mattered was my need to come.

  His pelvis slapped hard against my pussy, spanking my punished flesh roughly. He pressed his cock fully inside me and he finally spoke.

  “Come, little girl. Come hard. I want to feel it all over my cock,” he demanded and almost as though my body had a direct connection to his words, my orgasm crashed over me. It hurtled through me with as much power as a tidal wave.

  I screamed. I cried. I shattered, all with his cock fully seated in my tight little pussy. I came so hard that I feared that I would break into a million little pieces. Savage ecstasy tore through me with an intensity like I’d never known. Every muscle in my body tightened and he started to fuck me again, which only fueled my orgasm even higher. Made it even more all-consuming.

  I hadn’t expected this. I’d come here to dig up information on my father and I’d ended up naked, spanked, and fucked in Dominic’s bed instead. I hadn’t expected to have the best orgasm I’d ever had with his cock deep inside me.

  He showed no signs of slowing down. In fact, when I thought he couldn’t fuck me any harder, he did. He fucked me so hard that I knew I would feel it the next morning.

  When my first orgasm finally began to ebb, another followed in its wake, stronger and faster than the one before. I couldn’t control it and I didn’t even try. Unrestrained pleasure slammed into me with so much intensity that it made my entire body quake. My thighs pressed together, and they began to tremble. A forlorn cry escaped my lips and I broke once more as my pleasure ravaged me senseless.

  “That’s it. I want to feel that little pussy tighten hard around my cock,” he murmured, and I moaned at his words. Heat hurtled through my veins with as much force as a raging river.

  I wanted to come again. I’d already come twice. No one had ever made me come like this and I wanted more. So much more.

  His cock was ruthless, a hard shaft of iron pleasure that consumed my entire focus. The only thing I could think about was feeling that thick length in my tight pussy and he gave it to me. He gave everything to me, and I couldn’t get enough.

  I came for a third time. And then I came again.

  By the time I came for the fifth time, a nervous tremor began to build deep in my core. What if he just kept making me orgasm? Could my body take it?

  He forced a sixth orgasm from me, and I cried out at the sensation. It was starting to hurt. Each orgasm shattered me just as hard as all the rest and my clit was getting sore. My sounds started
becoming more desperate, a confusing mixture of pain, fear, and pleasure all combined into one.

  “Reach between those legs. You will rub that little clit until your punishment is over. You will keep your fingers firmly against that needy little bud until I tell you to stop. I want that little clit sore tonight, just as sore as this little pussy is going to be when I’m finally through with you,” he commanded, and I shivered with heat. Tentatively, I resituated myself on one elbow and reached between my thighs with my other hand. The moment my fingertip touched my clit, I cried out as sensation exploded within my body. I couldn’t decide if it hurt or it felt good, so I continued my explorations because that’s what he had told me to do.

  Slowly, I swirled my fingers around my clit, pressing gently at first. As the seconds passed, I gradually increased the pressure, feeling yet another orgasm brewing within me demanding to be set free.

  The more I touched myself, the closer I edged to release.

  “I’m going to come, sir,” I whimpered, and his responding growl quite literally caused my breathing to quicken with need.

  “You better come hard for me, little girl, or you’ll go back over my knee for another spanking,” he threatened, and his words forced my orgasm to the surface. I shattered like a piece of glass. My screams echoed off the walls. My voice hitched in my throat as I struggled beneath him, his cock still pistoning in and out my pussy with enough force to jolt me forward, again and again as he fucked me as hard as he wanted. My inner walls fluttered desperately around him, clenching greedily around every last inch.

  He continued to use my body as hard and as roughly as he wished.

  “You can scream all you like, little girl. This isn’t going to end until I decide it should,” he warned, and another orgasm tore through me, just as strong as all the rest.

  I did. I screamed so loud it made me blush. I tried to quiet myself by screaming into the sheets, but I’d lost full control of my body the moment his cock had pressed into my pussy. The orgasms that followed were just as painful as they were pleasurable, each one twisting my insides like a knife as they tore through me.