Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“I don’t know!” I wailed, and it was the truth. My body wanted both, neither, everything.
He continued spanking me, harder now, the sound of a man’s firm hand on a naughty girl’s bottom filling the office. My world narrowed to the fire in my rear end and the desperate ache between my legs. Tears soaked into the panties covering my face, mixing with the scent of my arousal in a combination that seemed to capture my complete degradation.
When he finally stopped, I hung limp over the chair, gasping and sobbing. My bottom felt swollen, burning with a heat that radiated through my entire lower body. I could feel how wet I was, how my thighs were slick with evidence of my shameful response to the punishment.
Then I heard it—the unmistakable sound of his zipper.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from crying. “Please… not my bottom?”
Even as I said it, part of me—a dark, desperate part—wanted exactly that. Wanted him to claim me the way Abe had claimed Ruth, to complete my punishment with that ultimate degradation. The thought made my pussy clench with a need so intense it frightened me.
“You haven’t earned my cock in your bottom yet,” Scott said, his voice full of the arrogance that sent a mortifying thrill to my clit.
Relief and disappointment warred in my chest. Yet? The word echoed in my mind, a promise or a threat, I couldn’t tell which. Then I felt him behind me, the blunt head of his cock pressing against the soaking entrance to my vagina. Without warning, he thrust inside, filling me completely in one brutal stroke.
I screamed into the panties covering my face, my body convulsing around him. He was so much bigger than Jacob, stretching me in a way that bordered on painful even as every nerve ending sang with pleasure. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, holding me in place as he began to move.
“Such a wet little cunt,” he growled, punctuating his words with particularly deep thrusts. “All that spanking just made you needier, didn’t it?”
I couldn’t form words, could only whimper and moan as he fucked me with the same methodical intensity he’d used to spank me. Each thrust drove me forward against the chair, my elbows sliding on the leather, my breasts swaying beneath the thin dress. The position, bent over like Ruth had been, made everything more intense, more degrading, more perfect.
“Your response to Ruth’s pussy-whipping was particularly telling,” Scott said conversationally, as if he weren’t pounding into me hard enough to make the chair rock. “The way you wrote about it, the way your metrics spiked during that scene…”
Oh, God. He couldn’t mean—
“I think you need that kind of correction soon, Grace. Your pussy needs to learn the same lessons your bottom is learning.”
The words hit me like lightning. The image flashed through my mind—me in Ruth’s position, legs held apart, that thin leather strap coming down on my most sensitive flesh. The thought of that exquisite agony, of Scott watching me climax from the pain itself…
I came instantly, violently, my whole body seizing as the orgasm ripped through me. I screamed into the soaked panties, my pussy clamping down on his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. It seemed to go on forever, each pulse more intense than the last, until I thought I might actually pass out from the sensation.
“Good girl,” Scott murmured, never slowing his rhythm even as I convulsed around him. “But we’re not done yet.”
He fucked me through the aftershocks, his cock hitting something deep inside that sent fresh sparks through my oversensitive body. I sobbed into the panties, overwhelmed by sensation, by emotion, by the complete surrender of this moment. When his rhythm finally faltered, when he drove deep and held himself there as he came with a low growl, I felt a second, smaller orgasm rip through my body too.
For a long moment we stayed frozen in that position—my boss still buried inside me, my body draped over the chair, the panties clinging to my face with a mixture of tears and my pussy’s shameful desperation for just the kind of fucking I had now gotten. I felt his massive tool softening within me, and I could feel our combined fluids beginning to leak down my thighs. The silence in the office felt heavy, charged with the truth of my helpless submission.
When he finally withdrew, I whimpered at the loss, at the sudden emptiness. My legs trembled so badly I thought I might collapse. I heard him moving behind me, the rustle of clothing as he tucked himself away, zipped his pants. Professional again, while I remained bent over his chair with my bottom on fire and my pussy dripping with his seed.
“Stay there,” he commanded softly.
I heard his footsteps cross to his desk, a drawer opening and closing. When he returned, I felt something soft against my inner thigh—a handkerchief, I realized, as he began to clean me with surprising gentleness. The tender gesture after such brutal use made my eyes well with fresh tears beneath the panties.