Page 64 of Searing Passion

“I’m a very bad girl, Sir.”

“Fuck, Karlee.”

“Spank me. Make it hurt.”

“I’ve created a monster.” But my cock is twitching as excitement courses through me. I set her down. “Face the wall, skirt up, panties down, and hands on the either side of your head.”

She does that, and her ass is a work of art. I know I shouldn’t. No matter what she says.

“Remember your colors?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

There’s a wooden ruler on the desk and I pick it up, testing it on my palm. I do it loud and hard first, and she flinches. Then I make sure I know the right tension, pressure, and I start to rain it down on her ass. Each time she cries out, jumping, but she whispers green after every blow.

I bring it down, again and again, on all the unmarked areas, watching her, listening for signs of real distress and not the sexual one. It’s a fine line and we’re playing hard, fast, and not with the entire rulebook.

“Green, green, green, oh, God, green.”

Her breath is stuttering and there’s a slur hitting her voice. Her ass coming out a little more after each hard flinch, and her thighs glisten.

I can almost pick the moment when something snaps in her. The gasp and shocked groan of the streak of pleasure that breaks through, and I drop the ruler, haul her panties down farther and grab her, pushing her into the desk. Her clit is pushed into the edge of the table, and I line up, hand on the heated, tender left cheek of her ass, and I thrust into her.

She grabs the other edge of the desk and groans so loud it drowns out the thump of the music beyond the door. I take her in deep, hard, long thrusts.

Her moans are music itself and there’s an edge to them, one that twists into me, and I pull out.

Ignoring her words of frustration and pleas for me to fuck her again. I dip into her, and paint her asshole with her juices. I tease her open with my fingers, first one then two then three, and I start to finger fuck her sweet, tight asshole.

She makes a wild sound, high-pitched and thready. “No, it’s too much.”

“Color?”

“Yellow.”

I go slow.

“I want your ass, Karlee. It’s mine, it’s just a matter of when. Give me your ass.”

She whispers, “I’ve never, I don’t know, I . . .”

“Karlee. I don’t have to. It’s up to you.”

I want to just take but I don’t and it’s so fucking hard. I pull out of her and with two other fingers I start to fuck into her pussy, letting her know she can have either. She can have none. It’s up to her.

“Green, Tizio. I want. . . I want you.”

“I’ll fuck you anywhere, Karlee,” I say. “Your ass is mine if you want me to have it.”

She barks a small laugh. “I want you. In my ass. Green. Fuck you, Tizio. Fucking green.”

So, I go back and paint her tight little hole, teasing it open again, she’s wet enough it’ll do. Then I line up and ease in.

“Oh. Oh my God. Oh.”

“Color.”

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