Page 43 of Tower

She heard a suckling sound and a pop right before she felt his wet finger pushing against her asshole again. She clenched down, but he smacked her hard.

“Submit everything, Azalea,” he reminded her again of her promise. “Relax and breathe.”

She fisted her hands.

“You’re going to come like this, with my finger in your ass.”

“I was honest. I didn’t lie.”

“Don’t mistake this for a punishment. This will teach you a different lesson. Pleasure comes in all sorts of ways. Be quiet while I fuck your ass and your pussy with my fingers.”

Her thighs tightened, and she thought of lunging off the desk, but when two of his fingers reentered her pussy, she found herself leaning forward, resting her forehead on the desk, and allowing him more access to her body.

So fucking full. And good, and warm. He pumped in and out of both her openings. Her breath picked up; her heart raced.

“Soaking wet, my little hideaway slut.”

His words could have been fucking her as well, with the way her body reacted to them. She was acting like a slut. On all fours, her ass in the air, letting him touch her the way he was.

A dirty little slut.

“Come for me, Azalea. Come hard for me, and don’t you dare be quiet about it. I want to hear your screams.” He pumped harder and faster, and she found herself backing into him, fucking his fingers as much as he was fucking her.

“Oh. Oh. Fuck,” she chanted, gripping the sides of the desk and gyrating against him.

“Such a beautiful red ass,” he praised, curling his fingers inside her pussy. “Such a naughty girl you were, but now you’ll be good. You’ll be my little slut and come.”

“Oh fuck!” She lurched backward at him. A small touch, maybe his pinkie, to her clit set off all the rockets in her body, and she screamed. She yelled his name, she cursed, she praised the heavens, she lost track of language and time, and she simply rode his fingers, feeling the burn in her ass, the pulsations in her pussy until the very last tingle of her orgasm faded away.

With a huff, she collapsed forward again, her cheek pressed against the warm wood.

His fingers slid out of her body, and he spoke soothingly. She heard him, and on some level understood him, but he sounded so far away. Somewhere above her, or behind her, she couldn’t tell anymore.

She gently lowered her body to the desk, rolling to her side and pulling her knees to her chest. Her heart rate slowed, and her breathing came easier, but she couldn’t find her focal point. Was he still in the room?

“I think we found your button.” His voice came again, lighthearted and soft.

“I—” She tried to wet her lips, but her tongue was dry; her mouth was dry. Her pussy was still wet from her arousal and her orgasm. She’d come so hard. With his fingers in her ass.

“Shhh.” He pulled her to sitting and wrapped a robe around her shoulders, helping her arms through the holes. “I’ll get you some water when we get upstairs,” he promised and tied the robe closed at her stomach. Where’d it come from?

She nodded, unsure of what she’d say if she tried to speak.

He lifted her effortlessly and cradled her to his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let him take her wherever he wanted. She vaguely heard him speak to a few people they passed along the way but didn’t register much of it.

She recognized his bed once she was placed on it, feeling the softness and inhaling his scent. True to his word, he gave her some water then helped her beneath the covers—after removing the robe.

He seemed to keep her naked whenever possible.

“Sleep, Azalea. Don’t leave my suite until I come for you,” he ordered.

Was he continuing her punishment, or was he testing her? She didn’t know, and her eyelids were too heavy for her to take the time to inspect the thoughts.

She felt his lips, warm and thick, press against her cheek, and then he was gone. Only a soft click of the door signaled she was alone.

Except she could still feel the burn of his belt on her ass, the stretch of his fingers inside her, and the warmth of his kiss on her cheek.

No. She wasn’t alone.

---