Page 63 of Sinister Games

Pointing to my desk, I ordered, “Bend over.”

Carefully stepping over the scattered remains of my computer files and pens on the floor, she crept up to the desk. Biting her lip, she barely stifled a sob before she bent in half over its hard surface. In the bright light streaming from the massive windows, I could see the goosebumps raised on her chilled flesh.

Placing a hand on the desk, I leaned over her prone form and whispered, “Do you remember this, my love? The edge of my desk digging into your middle. The smell of the leather top. The majestic view of the Thames as I fuck you from behind.”

Elizabeth groaned.

“Tell me you remember how it feels knowing I’m about to whip your ass with my belt. The sick anticipation of the pain,” I murmured, my breath shifting the curls over her ears.

“Yes! Yes, I remember it all now,” she sobbed.

So beautiful.

So willing to please me.

My poor little confused bird.

There was of course nothing to remember; this was the first time I would have the pleasure of claiming her on my desk.

But I would make sure it was a fucking she would never forget.

Without warning, I lifted my arm and brought my belt down across her perfect ass, instantly leaving my mark.

Elizabeth screamed as she flung her arms out to grasp the edge of the desk.

I whipped her again and again. Watching as one-inch-wide strips of red blossomed on her ass and upper thighs.

Elizabeth went up on her cute toes with each strike as she cried.

“Spread your legs.”

Her shaking legs opened wider. I could see the glisten from her arousal smeared across her upper thighs.

She really was the perfect woman for me. Perfect in every way, but I especially loved when she cried. The way her tears sparkled her eyes and brightened her cheeks.

“It hurts! Please, no more.”

My answer was another volley of swipes from my belt. Her poor bottom was now a mottled red. It was fascinating to watch it bounce and twitch between each strike.

“Beg me to fuck you.”

“Fuck me! Please fuck me! Just make it stop,” she pleaded.

Stepping up behind her, I looped my belt around her throat as I unzipped my pants.

Freeing my already hard cock, I groaned as I pressed it against her punished, warmed ass. Rubbing the underside of my shaft up between her cheeks, I took a moment to appreciate the look and feel of her small body beneath mine. Twisting the belt in my hand, not enough to choke her, just enough for her to feel the leather press against her throat.

With my free hand, I placed my cock at her entrance. Soon I would stretch that tight ass of hers, but that was for later, when I had her strapped spread-eagled on my bed with hours to devote to assaulting that small, dark hole. I couldn’t wait to see it stretched and gaping from my thick cock.

With that thought spurring me on, I thrust my shaft in deep.

Elizabeth’s back arched off the desk, as her hands clawed at the surface.

“Too much! Take it out! Take it out!”

Laying my flat palm against her already bruised ass, I barked, “You’ll take every inch.”

She fell back onto the desk, sobbing as I pummeled her body. Ruthlessly thrusting my cock in to the hilt, feeling her womb tremble with each touch. I watched as her body rocked back and forth on the smooth, hard surface of the wood.

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