Page 7 of The Mechanic's Obsession

I give him a nod, silently communicating my understanding. "Don't hold back," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "I want you to use my mouth however you want."

With a sense of determination, I take him back in, feeling him hit the back of my throat once again. This time, Jameson doesn't hold back. He thrusts deeper, causing me to gag slightly, but I refuse to back down. I relax my throat and take him in, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of my throat.

Tears start to well up in my eyes as he continues to fuck my mouth, but I don't stop. I savor the feeling of him using me like this, the taste of him on my tongue, and the sounds of his pleasure filling the room.

Suddenly, Jameson pulls back, his breath heavy. "Fuck, Amelia," he says, his voice strained. "We need to stop."

I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “What? Did I do something wrong?”

His eyes look raw and wild, full of lust. “I have to fuck you. I’m not cumming in your mouth.” He grabs me by the arms and helps me to my feet.” He grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. “God, you’re beautiful."

I instinctively cover my stomach, a habit I've developed over the years. Standing before him, nearly naked, I can't help but feel self-conscious. "Jameson, stop."

But he doesn't listen. Instead, he insists, "No, Amelia, you stop. You're gorgeous."

I try to protest, pointing out the areas I'm most insecure about. "I'm not though. I need to lose weight here, here, and here," I say, gesturing towards my thighs, stomach, and breasts.

But Jameson doesn't give me a chance to continue. He quickly turns me around so I'm facing the desk and bends me over it without warning.

"What are you doing?" I ask, my voice shaking.

"I already warned you what would happen if you continued to put yourself down," he says matter-of-factly, his voice stern yet tinged with concern. Before I can even register what's happening, he brings his hand down on my bare bottom with a sharp smack.

"Hey!" I cry out in surprise, my body tensing as I feel the sting radiate across my sensitive skin. I squirm and try to wriggle away from his grasp, but he holds me firmly in place, his other hand gripping my hip. "Stop that! You can't just...do that!"

But Jameson doesn't listen. He continues to rain down swats on my bottom, alternating between each cheek. I shift my weight from foot to foot, trying to dance my way out of his reach, but it's no use. The smacks keep coming, each one harder than the last.

"Jameson, please! That hurts!" I plead, my voice trembling as I try to fight back tears. But he doesn't relent. Instead, he keeps spanking me, covering every inch of my bottom with a fiery heat.

"What hurts is that you can't see how beautiful you are to me," he says over the sound of his hand meeting my flesh. "What hurts is that you're questioning my judgment every time I tell you that you're gorgeous, and you tell me no."

I bite my lip, trying to hold back a sob. I know he's right, but it's hard to believe him when all I can see are my flaws. Still, as I feel his hand caress my sore bottom, I can't help but feel a small flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, he sees something in me that I don't.

My bottom feels like it's been set ablaze, and I can feel the hot tears welling up in my eyes. "I'm sorry, Jameson, I truly am," I manage to say, my voice quivering. "I don't want to feel this way about myself."

Jameson stops his swats, and I feel his strong arms encircle my waist from behind. "I know it's not going to be easy to change a lifetime of negative self-talk, sweetheart," he says gently, "but the first step is going to be accepting when I tell you that I think you're beautiful. Can you understand that?"

I sniffle a little, wincing as my sore bottom throbs. But I nod my head, feeling a small sense of resolve beginning to build within me. Somewhere deep inside, I feel a strange mix of emotions - the sting of Jameson's hand on my flesh, the tenderness of hisembrace, and the confusing realization that I'm somehow turned on by all of this.

"Jameson," I say hesitantly, "would it be weird if we... you know, still had sex?"

He chuckles softly and spins me around, dipping his head to capture my lips in a tender kiss. "I was really hoping you'd say that," he murmurs, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down my spine. He skillfully unhooks my bra, freeing my breasts from their confines. "God, you're exquisite. Don't ever hide yourself from me again. You're only depriving both of us when you do."

I can feel my cheeks flushing with embarrassment, and the urge to shield myself with my arms is almost overwhelming. But the lingering sting of his hand on my bottom serves as a potent deterrent, and I force myself to keep my hands at my sides. I offer him a timid smile instead, watching as he eagerly buries his face in my cleavage.

"I want to adore every inch of this gorgeous body for the rest of my existence," he growls, the raw desire in his voice making my heart race. I close my eyes and lean into him, feeling a surge of pleasure at the thought of being his forever.

And I want him to, too. I turn around and lean over the desk again, this time willingly, my curves pressed against the cold wooden surface. I take a deep breath and whisper, "I want you, Jameson." I wanted to tell him to fuck me, but I wasn't quite brave enough yet. Maybe next time.

His responding growl is low and deep, sending a shiver down my spine. "My pleasure, baby girl, and hopefully yours, too." He steps forward, and I can feel the tip of his cock teasing at myentrance for just a few seconds before it plunges deep inside my pussy.

For a moment, he stills, giving me a chance to adjust to his size. I bite my lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatens to escape. Once I'm ready, he begins to move, pumping in and out with excruciating slowness. At first, I think he's doing it to make sure that I can handle him, but after a minute of this, I realize that he's teasing me. I swivel my hips, trying to convince him to speed up, but he just keeps up at his punishingly slow pace. "Jameson," I say warningly, my voice strained with desire.

"Yes?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly.

I can barely get the words out, I'm so overwhelmed by the sensation of him inside me. "Fuck. Me. Harder."

That's all it takes to get his engine revving. He slams into me, and even though my hips hit the desk, it's the best pain I've felt in a while. I swear under my breath as he picks up his pace, a glorious, earth-shattering fucking that I haven't felt in my entire life. Those two ex-boyfriends that I had sex with have nothing on Jameson.

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