Page 154 of The Devil We Know

“I do think you've earned some punishment. You've certainly been going out of your way to test me.”

“Test you?”

“Yes. All this jumping on my dick at every turn. It's almost like you're trying to get me to refuse.”

“Why would I want you to do that?”

“So, you can gloat. Maybe that's like winning?”

“Hell, no. I've been winning every time I get to have you.”

I smile, kneeling behind her and massaging both ass cheeks with my hands. I rub my nose along each side, slowly working my way into the middle, where I blow little puffs of air on her clit. Her legs tremble, her breath catching as she tries to shove herself back onto my face. I quickly pull away, tsking her. “Patience, sugar, or I'll make you wait.”

“You wouldn't dare.”

I laugh, flicking her clit a couple of times with my tongue before responding, “Oh, I sure as fuck would.”

She moans again, muttering under her breath, and I inch closer, stopping a hair's breadth from where I know she wants me. She freezes and holds her breath, and I wait a handful of seconds before asking, “Tell me what you want, sugar.”

“Please. Please.”

“Please, what? Tell me what you want.”

“Eat me. Lick me. Suck me.”

I bump her clit with my nose. Then, I press my lips against it, chuckling so she'll feel the vibrations.

She moans wildly, undulating her hips in an attempt to get more friction. I let her have her way for a moment, helping her out by laying the flat of my tongue against her. I remain firm against her, letting her rub against me at will until she's panting and moaning, begging me to stay there and not to move.

And then I move.

She shrieks in frustration, fisted hands banging on the desk, even with what little leeway the restraints provide.

Excitement builds in my chest, my cock hardening even further in my pants at the thrill of torturing her. I may enjoy the time I spend being a good boy, but that doesn't mean I don't also enjoy flipping the tables, making her curse and scream.

I rise to my feet, moving to the lower right-hand drawer of her desk and sliding it open. She cranes her head around, trying to see what I'm doing, and I slap her ass again. “Mind your business, sugar.”

At first, she ignores me, trying harder to see, so I slap her again. “Do as you're told, or I'll make you wait longer.”

She chokes out a curse but eventually faces forward again, her feet shifting back and forth anxiously. I turn my focus back to the drawer, reaching all the way in the back, beneath a bunch of papers, I pull out the small bag I have hidden there.

I move back behind her, opening the bag and dumping its contents in my hand. She attempts to look again, and I give her one more slap. She glares at me before turning forward again.

I open my hand, looking down at the small bottle of lube and the butt plug, smiling proudly. We haven't done a lot of anal play, so the plug I got is small, just a little tease to spice things up. I pocket the butt plug, open the lube, and dribble it down between her ass cheeks. She tenses, a gasp falling from her lips as I smear the warming liquid around, focusing on her asshole.

I smear the liquid around, adding a little more as I probe her asshole, slowly sinking my finger in further and further. Once she's prepped appropriately, I remove the plug from my pocket, adding more lube to the end of it before pressing it against her back hole.

At first, she tenses up, then I use my free hand to rub her lower back and massage her hip, moving over to her ass cheek and pulling it aside, squeezing rhythmically.

After a while, she relaxes, her breath and gasps increasing rapidly as she begins to push back. She forces the toy to slowlypenetrate and then slides easily up to the base, the bulbous end staying in place.

“Holy shit,” she moans. Her body is trembling. She looks back at me, blatant want on her face, and I look between her eyes and the toy in her ass, one hand stroking her hip while the other goes to my belt. “Do you like that, sugar?”

She replies breathlessly, “Yes. I love it.”

“You want more?”

“Yes. Yes.”

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