Page 27 of No, For An Answer
“Sit back on the desk, Ashley, don’t make me ask you twice.” She immediately complies and I stalk back between her legs. “If you’re frustrated and you need to come, then fucking ask me. Don’t embarrass me in front of the class.”
I turn to the side and step back pressing her right leg to the back of my thighs. I take my left arm and press it against the inner thigh of her other leg, pushing them as far apart as possible.
“I’ll make you come, again and again. Until you’re a quivering fucking mess on my desk and you’re going to fucking take it. Do you understand me?”
“Y-yes,” she breathes.
“Spit.” Placing my four fingers in front of her mouth, she gathers the spit then opens her mouth for me. I do everything I can to suppress how fucking turned on she gets me. I told her this was never going to happen again. Promised myself that I wasn’t going to jeopardise my life here and look at me. Desperate and ready to fuck her at any second. I shove my fingers into her mouth and into the back of her throat till she begins to gag and cough.
“Pull your thong to the side and hold it. Don’t move, in fact, don’t fucking speak and you only come when I say so. Understand?” She nods swiftly, my fingers still lodged in the back of her throat as I watch her hook her fingers inside the silk fabric, yanking it to the side to reveal those all too familiar pussy lips.
Looking back into her eyes, I remove my fingers, turn my palm upside down and spank her pussy. Her moan fills the room and I smile. Running my fingers up and down through her wet lips I watch as they begin to tint pinker, I press two fingers inside easily and she holds back her moan this time.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise her, still staring as her eyes flutter the moment I begin to move in and out of her. “You’re so fucking wet, love. Is all this for me?” She nods, her pussy juice and spit coating both fingers perfectly.
Pulling them out, I rain down another spank in the same spot as the first. She grits her teeth, hissing at the pain, then groaning in ecstasy as I slide my fingers back in. I curve them up slightly and begin fucking her. The movement of my fingers swift and fast.
Moving my hand up and down to reach that deeply intense pleasure spot. Her heavy breathing falls out in to the open as her mouth forms the perfect ‘O’ shape, small creases between her eyebrows as she sucks in a deep breath.
“That’s my girl. Stay quiet. Unless you want someone in here to watch? Someone to watch me bury my cock into that warm cunt of yours so everyone knows who it belongs to?”
“No,” she huffs out. “I just… Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I laugh as she chants. She loses her mind in euphoria, as she relinquishes complete control to me.
“You’re going to come for me…”
“Yes, oh fuck, yes.” Her breathing erratic and her face screwed up as she tries to hold her growing orgasm.
“Right. Fucking. Now.” The moment those words leave my lips and I pull out my fingers, a stream of cum squirts out from her. Hitting the chair and my fucking satchel. Rubbing my hand back and forth, I spread it all over her and myself. Luckily, I have a spare suit in the closet. Her once bright red thong is now soaked through, and her chest rises and falls with short pumps.
“Again,” I command.
“Nathan, just give me… a second.” Her words coming out breathlessly. “I can’t-“
“Yes, you can,” I grab her throat. “And you will.” Reciprocating the same action as previous. More vigorous this time. I press my hand to her mouth to stop her from screaming and she quickly rests her hands behind her for balance, screaming beneath my hand as she comes again.
Squirting all over my shirt. Fuck, she’s sexy when she’s at my mercy. Turning to face her I wrap both hands round her throat, shaking her once.
“Is this what you wanted?” I slap her, this time in the face.
“Yes,” she hums. Pushing her flat against the table, she spreads her legs, thinking I might fuck her in this moment. But this is about punishment. About her coming constantly until it fucking hurts. I leave her laying there, her head moving to follow me. Walking behind my table I look down at her.
“Hang your head off the table, Ashley.”
“What are you-” I don’t let her finish the words before I slap her again. I yank her forward slightly, making sure she’s at the perfect angle. “I’m going to fill that fucking throat up. Unzip my trousers and take out my cock.”
As she works the zip on my black work trousers I lean forward and slide my fingers inside her again, fucking her deep and hard with three fingers. She cries out at the invasion, and I smack my hand over her mouth, locking in the sound.
“I said shut your fucking mouth,” I whisper-shout. Her eyes widen at my tone, I don’t care right now. The only thing I care about is getting caught and right now that’s not a fucking option.
Having someone walk in my office, only to see Ashley in one of the most damning and compromising positions of my life, is not… an option. I work her up again, bringing her to the precipice of another orgasm, her back bowing off the table.
“Come for me… Again!” My words grinding out. I work her harder, faster, demanding those orgasms from her because they all belong to me. Her legs shudder and she again, screams behind my hand. Looking at her spread for me on my desk, watching as her orgasm aggressively rolls through her entire body with an intense shudder, it fills me with absolute delight that I have her like this.
Sure, I’ve tried to ignore the pull I have with her, but I can’t anymore. I spend every single waking fucking moment thinking about her. From the moment I go to sleep at night and immediately as I wake up. I just need to make sure it’s nothing like last time. I can’t have that again.
Removing my hand from her mouth I step closer to her, she wraps her soft, delicate hands around my cock, stroking up and down a few times before she takes it into her mouth. Every single fucking time I’m inside her it’s like fucking heaven.
Placing my hand flat on the desk, I lean forward, pressing myself further down her throat inch by inch until the head pokesthe back of her throat. Moving back instantly, she clears her throat as the thick string of saliva slides down her cheek.
