Page 25 of Defiled Innocence

The spice of his aftershave envelops me as he shifts his position, bringing his neck closer to me.

“I don’t think we should?—”

Whatever protest I was going to give flies out the window as soon as the pads of his fingers touch my clit.

He grins down at me. Arrogant bastard.

“Of course we should. I’m still teaching you a lesson.” His fingertips rub over my clit, again with the exact amount of pressure, and touch the right spot, sending a current of pleasure through me so strong my muscles tremble from it.

It’s been so long since I’ve had a man touch me there. That has to be why my response is so immediate, so intense.

“What lesson are you teaching now?” I moan with the question, failing completely at trying to sound like his touch isn’t affecting me.

“Disobedience is punished, but obedience is rewarded.” His eyes blaze with arousal as he pushes two fingers into my pussy.

My back arches off the desk.

“Hands at your sides, don’t touch. This is for me only.” His fingers curl inside me as he drags them back, nearly leaving me entirely. “Such a wet pussy.”

I whimper, desperate to hold in the moans he’s eliciting with his touch. Slowly, he sinks his fingers back inside, twisting them and spreading them to fill me even more.

My own arousal slides down between my ass cheeks when he pulls back again. I’ve never been so needy before.

Fisting my hands at my sides, I push my hips up when it seems like he’s going to pull away. He lets a dark laugh loose before he presses his lips to my cheek.

“You’re always chasing after what you want, isn’t that right?” He thrusts his fingers harder this time, the heel of his hand hitting my clit and driving my pleasure deep into my core.

I breathe in, my fingernails dig into my palms as he continues to thrust his fingers.

“You like this, being my little toy.” He kisses my ear, nipping at my earlobe. “Being my good little toy, letting me fuck you with my fingers.”

He drives his point home by slipping a third, thick finger inside.

I arch upward again; the third finger is almost too much.

“Dmitri,” I whine.

“Shh, you’ll take all three fingers. My cock is thicker than this, you’ll need to be stretched if you’re to take me easily.” He dusts my neck with his lips, trailing soft kisses over my electrified skin.

Every new touch from him makes my skin come alive.

He eases his fingers in and out of me, curling them in exactly the right place and hitting my G-spot. With expertise he massages the area until I can barely breathe from the immense pleasure radiating through my body.

“Are you going to be my good girl and come for me?” he asks in a husky whisper.

“Dmitri,” I moan as I wrap my fingers around the edge of the desk, keeping myself anchored as the pressure builds.

My thighs tremble and he must notice it, because he increases the force of his thrusts. The heel of his palm rubs my clit as he finger-fucks me on his desk.

“Be my obedient good girl,” he growls in my ear. He sounds almost as desperate as I feel.

“Dmitri!” I groan as the first waves of orgasm build higher and higher.

“Give me your eyes. Look at me,” he orders in a stern voice, much like the one he used when he was spanking me.

I open my eyes and find his intense stare fixated on me. His lips are pinched together and his brow knitted. “Good girl.”

And that’s all I needed to hear. The final strike of the match that sets off a five-alarm fire in my body and my orgasm crashes into me.

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