Page 39 of Lust

“About what?” I lean forward and run my own tongue over her lips.

“About a little extra, you know…” Her cheeks blush to a bright pink. “Sometimes a little pain makes pleasure that much more… pleasurable, you know? I just never had anyone to do that with.”

“Now you have me.” I nibble her lip, searching for the marks left by her teeth, then bite down on them, hard.

My heart thuds in my chest, pumping blood so loudly it drowns out all other sound.

“I liked when you squeezed my throat earlier,” I admit, embarrassment sending heat creeping up my neck.

“That’s only a small piece of it.” Aaron strokes my cheek with the back of my hand.

“You said yesterday that you might need to hurt me. If you ever needed to do more than what you just did…” I trail off, not sure what I’m trying to say.

Aaron grabs my jaw and leans over me, heat emanating from his body.

“You mean,” he whispers, breath tickling my ear, “if I needed to tie you up and tease you for a day, you’d be okay with it?”

I nod as his words send shivers through my flesh.

“Or if I needed,” he continues, “to use your pretty mouth repeatedly, to fuck your throat until you’re hoarse…” His lips move against my skin and every hair stands on end. It’s all I can do to focus on breathing.

“And if I needed to punish you…” His hands trail lightly over me, fingertips tracing a line from my shoulders down the expanse of my back, past my waist and around my hips. “For all the time we’ve been apart.” He slaps my ass. “You’d take it all.” Slap. “Night.” Slap. “Long?” Another slap.

The sound resonates throughout the office. The sharp stings burn my skin.

His slaps vibrate in my pussy, and an intense throbbing builds there again.

Aaron stares at me as though he can read the need all over my face. He shakes his head.

“You dirty, dirty girl.” Heavy lids lower over his eyes. “Turn around and bend over,” he orders.

I obey, pressing myself into the desk. I feel his groin against my ass, grinding a fresh erection into me. A powerful hand grasps a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back, and Aaron slaps my ass again, much harder this time.

“Does my dirty girl need more of this big dick inside her?”

I nod, barely able to move my head against his grip in my hair.

He yanks my underwear aside, followed by the sound of his zipper, then his pants dropping.

Without any further warning, Aaron shoves his cock inside me.

“Is this what you wanted?” His breath is hot on my neck. The force of his thrust pulls a gasp out of me, and his other arm reaches around my body, his arm bracing my shoulder, while his hand circles my throat.

“Just let yourself go,” he rasps. “I’m holding you now. Whatever you’ve had to do to keep it all together, just let go. Give your body up for my pleasure. I’ll take good care of it.”

My mind drifts. Waves of pleasure that crash toward my body seem almost distant, like a fairytale seashore in some far-off kingdom where handsome princes rescue damsels from hideous dragons and perverted bosses.

“That’s right, baby.” Aaron’s voice cuts through my imagination. “Just let it all go.” His grip on my throat loosens for a second, and blood pounds in my ears. I hear cries and realize they’re my own, and that tears are streaming down my face. The force of Aaron’s thrusts pushes me against his arm, steady and rhythmic and soothing.

“You’re safe now with me.” His grip tightens again on my throat while his other hand lets go of my hair and travels down to play between my legs.

The additional stimulation is too much. An orgasm tears through me.

“Good girl.” Aaron keeps his mouth against my ear, his fingers on my clit until I’m completely wrung out.

“My turn now.” He grabs my hair again and pounds into me.

“I’ve waited,” he pants, “so long for this.” His breath rasps between thrusts. “And now that I have you, it’s a million times better than I ever imagined.” His teeth sink into my back, pain surging through me while his cock twitches and thrusts and erupts.

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