Page 44 of Hidden Heir

Leon doesn’t stop. He spanks me repeatedly, switching cheeks at his leisure, and even striking me across the tops of mythighs. The pain doesn’t come until he grabs a handful of my flesh and squeezes. The pleasant heat suddenly flares and stings, causing me to lurch into the desk with a cry.

“Oh god,” I gasp as tears return to my eyes.

“Oh god, what?” Leon asks, delivering another spank.

“Oh god, thank you,” I spit out, but I can’t bring myself to explain my tears because it’s too shameful. Every strike, as unexpected as they are, has only stoked the fire of arousal in my gut, and I can’t find the words to tell him.

“Why oh god?” Leon asks, draping his hot body over me. When his other hand caresses my flaming hot ass, I’m unable to hide the moan that rises in my throat. He laughs softly before saying, “Let’s put your hands to good use.”

Heat rushes to my face and I turn my head to the side, trying to look back at him. The desk is momentarily cool against my cheek, but soon the warmth from my face heats up the wood below. “What do you mean?”

“Spread your cheeks for me, Brooke. I want to see just how wet and glistening you are.”

A hot pulse of embarrassment explodes through my chest, overwhelming me like the first burst of smothering hot air when you step off a plane somewhere humid and tropical.

“I’m waiting,” Leon says. “Or are you too good to show yourself off to me?”

With trembling hands, I reach behind and pull my cheeks apart. There’s something so embarrassing about the act, even though Leon has already seen every inch of me. Maybe it’s my yearning for another word of praise, or my desire to finally get fucked, I can’t tell, but I’m growing impatient.

“Well, would you look at that,” Leon murmurs. “You’re drenched.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Please, Leon, I’m so turned on. I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

Leon finally releases his grip in my hair. “You’ll last as long as I tell you to,” he replies, and his tone is clear. He’s in control here. “If you are good then maybe I will allow you to come. Butonlyif you are good. Now, thank me again.”

His hand collides with my ass once more as the trembling words escape me.

But there’s something different this time. His hand comes down directly onto my asshole and a jolt of pleasure pulses through me as warmth blooms in my most intimate areas. From there, he delivers spanks to everywhere he can reach—my cheeks, my asshole, my inner thighs, the crease between ass and thigh—avoiding the one place I crave to feel him most.

My pussy.

Each spank comes so close that my core clenches with need but he refuses to touch me there. My entire rear flames hot from his strikes. Leon rubs his hands over my inflamed skin and there’s nothing but pain. Still, I thank him because I want to be good. I need to feel him inside me, scratching the needy itch that only he can scratch. I want to be fucked senseless, and I know I’ll only get that if I’m a good girl.

The last spank is harder than the others but then Leon’s massaging my hot skin with both his hands. “I’m surprised,” he says softly. “Youarea good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp, panting against his desk. This is a side of myself I never knew existed. I’m practically mindless with need and nothing else matters.

“Beg for me,” Leon orders, draping over my back and pressing me down onto the desk, still refraining from touching my pussy. “Beg for me and I’ll do something about that drenched kitty between your legs.”

“Oh yes, please!” I beg immediately. “Please, I need it so badly I can’t think straight. I can’t breathe. Every part of me aches for you. I want to come so badly on your cock. Please fuckme, Leon. I need you more than I need air. I just need to feel you, please!”

I can’t even moan when his cock finally slams into my pussy, filling me exactly how I crave. My orgasm hits almost instantly, and I’m unable to hold anything back. I scream noiselessly as every muscle in my body contracts, suspending me in a wave of ongoing pleasure. Leon nudges my hands away, and I drop them to the desk, digging my nails into the surface. He grasps my hips and fucks me with wild abandon.

My orgasm melts into another, each slam of Leon’s hips igniting a fire across my bruised flesh. His cock hits my G-spot on every thrust at this angle, and I’m falling with only him to catch me. I’ve never experienced so much pleasure and need from foreplay before, or been able to have an orgasm from penetration alone, but Leon wound me so tightly that I exploded instantly. Moans fall unhindered from my lips, sweat clings to my over-sensitive skin, and Leon’s cock pounds into me with purpose.

I’m addicted.

Suddenly, Leon drapes over me like a blanket and winds his arms around my shoulders, holding me in place as his hips become a powerful machine. My entire lower body becomes a haven of pleasure and pain, mingling together in an erotic cocktail that throws me right over the edge of a cliff.

I experience the most powerful climax I’ve ever known. My eyes roll back, my fingernails embed into the desk, and I scream myself hoarse as my orgasm takes over with the force of a hurricane. Leon comes with me, his moans of pleasure equally loud, and together, we soar through waves of ecstasy.

Afterward, we move to the couch. I find myself dizzy once the orgasm completely fades and Leon brings me a bottle of water. He then applies a soothing balm to my raw skin and wraps me in a fluffy robe, encouraging me to rest on the couch. It’s the bestaftercare a girl could ask for in such a situation. He even offers to run me a bath but I decline; I’m too tired to move.

Once we’ve settled back into reality, Leon walks naked to the wet bar and pours us both a drink. Straight Vodka for him but he adds a splash of cranberry juice to mine. Our eyes meet as he hands me the drink, and I smile warmly at him.

“Brooke,” he says calmly, sitting across from me. “Why do you owe the Irish Mafia seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars?”

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